Dentist today - oh God. Oh well, at least it means I can get myself an "I was good at the dentist" present. I do so like presents and if they're from me I know they're something I like.
I have lost my mobile phone. I don't think it's very seriously lost; I think it's just somewhere amongst all the junk in this hovel. It's not a great tragedy as the only calls I ever receive are missed calls from me looking for my mobile phone. I'll live without it even if it is a useful tool with which to berate Mr Smith and give him guidance in his shopping "No not that kind of milk ... the green one like we always have, you unobservant eejit." However, losing something is tiring as you spend so long looking for it and worrying about its whereabouts - such a waste when you could be thinking lovely thoughts about pretty pink things or something.
The wonderful, gorgeous, sexy, delicious gay man (with the now suitably plumped ego) I sat opposite at Jane's dinner party has read this blog and I do have to apologise for hinting he should ever even dream of wearing women's clothes - perhaps he's more bikers' leathers and a stick-on moustache sort of chap. However, your face cream is definitely not safe with him around.
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