Pander-Lexia

Frabjous tidings, my fellow samaritans (I know, I know, what a joke).

Beltbuckle has finally kicked himself where he belongs and opened up (and disrobed?) to she who has been tapping her foot and rolling her eyes for far too long. She's been metaphorically tapping her foot and rolling her eyes because those things are unbecoming to this charming lady who gesticulates in french.

Alas, mate, has been too long.

Anywhoodle, I should start from Zero [as the street tag goes]
Friday, then, my dear nothings.

Friday was spent in doing absolutely jack-squat until the afternoon where I actually managed to harass myself out of my stupor-minded state (something that burning out writing the day before will do to you). I did some yoga at Pure for a bit, it was a really good class and the instructor was superb.

Night was spent going out to Balalaika, just to give my Ola's and Howdy's.. although admittedly it was because Herbert was there and he had afore mentioned that he would hurl a book at my visage if he saw me. Naturally I realized my deep disregard for my features (Flower helped on this one, by smashing her face into them at an art fair we went to ages ago).

Ooh, I must scadaddle to Yoga!
Shizzer, I've got to run, more later my loveies.x

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat