I suppose i have to do this....
I AM: a woodland creature
I WANT: A ride-on garden tractor
I HATE: culturally sanctioned violence like Boxing.
I MISS: certan smells, like old car smells and diesel engines. I miss R&J.
I FEAR: nothing...no, no, I mean the concept of "nothing"
I HEAR: Max, the cockerel and the hum of the computer.
I WONDER: how forgiving God really is.
I REGRET: very little, except maybe not having matching ears, and sometimes running away from problems.
I AM NOT: interested in sport or available for weddings or barmitzvahs
I DANCE: when no one is looking, just like a dancing dad.
I SING: all the time, pretending to be Louis Armstrong
I SEE: trees of green, red roses too..
I CRY: at stupid soppy films and over lost love.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: keen on seeing people or shaving.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: intricate clockwork dildos with rubber tentacles to sell at farmers' markets.
I WRITE: because of the voices...
I CONFUSE: most people, most of the time, especially sales assistants.
I NEED: A holiday and some 20mm gravel for the garden
I SHOULD: be very wealthy and have lots of adoring, intelligent, brunettes wanting my body. And I should have published my book by now and finished the ironing pile.
I START: sorry. Mrs Weasel says, "don't start anything"
I FINISH:..nothing satisfactorily
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Tuesday, May 23, 2006