I Do Believe In Baileys!

My kittens, what tidings...
First of all, my dears, I must teach you all to hunt and kill snakes, like good cats.

Do you remember the individual whom I so fondly nicknamed on this blog, 'Serpiente'?
Well he has managed to aggravate me to a level that eczema would be envious of... he has far outstripped any diaper rash that has ever trailed its woeful spell across the many buttocks of infants worlds wide, in terms or pure irritation.
Okay, I've been good to this one. I have.

A friend of mine is developing a new kind of Jell-O, one that is supposed to resemble a species of cocktail and he needs to do a lot of research for it, including interviewing bartenders. Serpiente (my apparent beau) is the bar tender to Maya. If you want my opinions on wanchai then read a couple posts ago, they are obnoxious and accurate.
I'd set up an interview date.
I was intended to record a piece of music for a very important portfolio, myself being the singer and Serpiente playing the guitar. I can play guitar but he is more accurate if otherwise musically crippled (although he can identify different kind of car by their unique song of flatulence).
I'd set up a date and time for him. I'd also asked him to accompany me as an escort on a gosee (it sometimes not being a good idea to venture into such matters on your own) and he'd agreed. Also another shoot I'd had coming up at the time.
Well he managed to forget all such engagements and appear in affectionate photographs with another girl on facebook over the weekend.
WHAT A GENTLEMAN!
Tell you what though... I'm all rather glad of this.

I may gripe about his misconduct... but truly, better fruits have been born from it.

Thanks to my lovely Sticky-Finger-Sister...

Goddamn that girl is a legend.

See next post for why Serpiente can kiss my sweet asian ass.

All my love, Kittens,

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat.