last night I was watching some videos and I love that song “I like the way you move” and in the back bedroom my flat mate was yelling out crap and singing “I LIKE THE WAY YOU SCREW”, I had to laugh and the look of embarrassment that came over my friend in the kitchen pantry was priceless she is so prim and well, stiff and religious.
she said “can I have some of those heart chocolates of yours” and I much for them and said “sure, PLEASE DO” I still have about 6 packets of sweets to get thru. we had a dumb night of swapping teams in our card games but over all we know that who is suited best to who, its a bit like tennis partners and how you play best with who you know.
I just said to god “stop worrying” it does not matter if we get fat on these I can loose that going for a walk to get the paper.
