Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Day 231: Fumble


I want to be this ungainly in my leap-taking, and this enthusiastic

Well here we are again… late and netless. I wish it was ‘taking the leap’ netless, not just robbed of the chance to fumble through the web.
Fumble. A word that should never be used to refer to anything to do with sex. Similarly, ‘tinker’. During my university years, I had a strange meeting with a girl who said she’d discovered she was gay after a friend-turned-lover had ‘tinkered around down there’. Nothing remotely arousing about that, in my world, whatever the situation.

My hotel room is very pleasing, combining minimalist with lush in a strangely successful manner.  Well done, Novotel. You have delivered. 

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