Saturday, December 16, 2006

Book Whore

What would I do without this girl?

1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence.
3. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog.
4. Name the book and the author.
5. Tag three people.

'The lad - he was sixteen years old - went to bed drearily. He was cut off and wretched through October, November, and December. His mother tried, but she could not rouse herself.'

- Sons and Lovers, D.H. Lawrence

TAG: You're it!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Get it while it's hot

MJ says: Will you pick me that shirt up if you go to town again?

Chica says: Yes, do you want it off me for Christmas? I am going later today if I do 500 more words.

MJ says: Make it 250 and I’ll convince Alfie to buy you that dress.

Chica says: Your powers of persuasion aren’t that strong. Paul McKenna could not get Alfie to spend ten pence on a text message, never mind £130 on a dress. Besides. I cannot be bought. *cough*

MJ says: Perhaps he was offended when he tried to touch you and you said "Hun, it’s not working for me, give up. I’ll show you how to do it properly another time." ?

MJ says: I’ll bet you’re glad you said that now.

Chica says: He seemed happy enough at the time.

MJ says: All too happy from the sounds.

Chica says: :(

MJ says: YOU’RE A SEXY MAMA!

MJ says: I seriously think he is embarrassed. That’s pretty embarrassing for a guy. You know – it doesn’t bode well.

Chica says: Well, I think it’s happened before. He keeps tissues by his bed ;)

MJ says: LOL.

Chica says: Classy bastard.

MJ says: Looking back, it doesn’t sound like he’s much good?

Chica says: I made up for it ;) I was on fire!!!!

MJ says: Obviously!!!!!! Did you evaluate the package at all?

Chica says: After Boyf, this would only lead to disappointment. Why bother?

MJ says: Liar! You must’ve done SOMETHING. Otherwise, that thar boy has a serious problem.

Chica says: I might have brushed it with my hand by accident. And you know, he was grinding up against me on the bed.

MJ says: And?

Chica says: Well, from what I could tell…

MJ says: I’m all ears.

Chica says: Well, he’s half the man Boyf is. Literally.

MJ says: Fucking hell babe. Love the one you’re with!

Chica says: Would it be really bitchy to post this? :P

MJ says: Only if you post his picture too.

Chica says: To be fair though. How could he compete?

MJ says: How was the shape? Girth??

Chica says: WEIRD! Not him particularly, but I’ve only ever felt one. Didn’t know they could be so different! It was kind of… bendy.

MJ says: I am pissing myself here. Are we talking U-bends here?

Chica says: Dude, we’re talking I wouldn’t have to bend! I meant half the man as to girth aswell.

MJ says: Are you sure it wasn’t just constricted in his jeans or something?

Chica says: Um, no. I whipped them off him remember??? Do keep up!

MJ says: This is nicht git. Really. 7 years and all that crap aside. You’d downgrade to half the cock? Really????

Chica says: It’s not that he’s small, he’s just not big.

MJ says: You realise this makes you practically a saint in my eyes.

Chica says: I so can’t post this now.

MJ says: If you don’t, I will!

Chica says: Oh no she didn’t!!!

MJ says: I’ve got to get material from somewhere, it’s about time Alfie spilled over onto my blog too.

MJ says: If you’ll pardon the expression.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I'm Coming Out

Well we all know I am shit at blogging but I just wanted you all (hello single friend that reads this) to notice that I have switched to beta, not because I have any idea about what it means but because blogger kept urging me to and I found it hard to comment on Chica's blog with my old styleee blogger account.

So wooooo get me.

I would also like you to NOTICE that Chica is finally turning into me. The day she has sex at the gym will be a proud day for me indeed.

What gym DOES 'Alfie' go to?

Must go now and send very ill conceived messages out via Blackberry, All the starlets are doing so these days and I wouldn't want to be left behind. If only I had a Vayjayjay to flaunt I'd be in the pages of Heat by now.

Wasted.

Love always, marky jayjay.