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Look up. Speak nicely. Don't twiddle your fingers. Turn out your toes. Curtsey.

Yes, Your Majesty...


You will never understand me, because I like too many things and I get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another until I drop.


I have spent most of my life with my nose in a book and my head in the clouds.

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  • Putting my moisturiser on his arm and saying, “Ha! Now you smell like me. Mwahahah!”
  • Making fun of him for slamming on his brakes whilst driving along South Western Highway, because he swore he saw a snake, when it was actually a leaf.
  • Looking at him after something funny happens, dissolving into laughter, looking away, then looking back at him and laughing hysterically all over again
  • The fact that we actually had a thumb war in bed the other day
  • Motivating him to get out of bed involves prodding him, then jumping on his tummy and saying, “Get up! It’s Christmas!”
  • Changing his FB status whilst he is brushing his teeth, to say, “Joshua Rob has left his girlfriend unattended, with his laptop. Mwahahah! ^.^”
  • Pulling silly faces at each other.
  • Taking web-cam photos together, where neither of us wants to be in it, but wants a photo of the other one.
  • Wearing his big hoodie when I am cold (not so much a silly thing, but a very cute one)
  • Playing loud music in the car and singing to each other at appropriate moments.
  • Imitating Marilyn Monroe by bouncing on the bed like she did in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
  • Eskimo kisses.
  • Going to the park and spinning around and around as fast as we can, until we fall down on the grass.
  • Waking up next to him in the mornings.
  • Going to sleep in his arms.
  • Falling asleep in his passenger seat.
dec 7 2011 ∞
jan 8 2012 +