My living room.
High points are a fucking brilliantly decorated tree and a birthday balloon from my son's 21st (good times).
Altq. Comfort every time.
Alt Alt Q. It is only horrendously anti-social and weird if you don't take me.
No sexual shennanigans and undemanding, calm, witty and well-read conversation.
Do I get the job? (Don't tell the wife though.)
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 4 Jan 2011, 16:42, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

no sex?
hmmmmmm.

what KIND of conversation?
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 16:56, Reply)

Usually starts off ok and descends into peurile humour.
No sex cos I'm far too lazy these days.
My reading tends to be quite eclectic so the conversation can take, shall we say, unusual turns.
I think something in my head is broken as I seem to see weird connections others miss and find them wildly hilarious. Alcohol tends to help in this.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 4 Jan 2011, 17:10, Reply)

no sex, no holiday
sorry, next?
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 17:11, Reply)

Oh alright then.
That's a hard sell you've got there. It's ok I'll bring my own viagra, that way I can get some sleep while you busy yourself.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 4 Jan 2011, 17:22, Reply)