Yes, guilty as charged, so shoot me.
My flirting and literary dexterity carries a Government Health Warning: approach it with caution, and take it with a pinch of salt. It has got me into trouble more times than I care to admit, but, if it’s any comfort, I’m the one who usually gets stung the most. There lies the dilemma:
To flirt, or not to flirt: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
(I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky – Kylie rules)
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
(sounds like hard work to me)
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
(have spent too much time and money avoiding the urge to die)
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
(faulty wiring on adult toys are a pain in the neck, it slipped….)
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
(consummation, now we’re talking)
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
(with a damp cloth, swimming pool is superfluous to requirements)
see, me and Willie Shakespeare share so much………..
I have taken the tough decision to just answer under one topic, because a certain person keeps knocking my name off the header page. If I had feelings…….
I’m also advising people to keep their distance, I am currently on a keep fit regime, involving lack of food, gym visits and other obscene activities – venture too close and I may eat your limb(s), it’s a matter of survival (or boredom at the gym). I don’t need an elixir, I’m far too old for it to have an impact. As I was saying to Tutankhamun when we were at preschool together……
Bossy, me? No way! That’s my trouble, I give people too much leeway, but no more! The days of me being sensitive to others needs, at the expense of my own, are well and truly over. So no, I will not be dressing up for you or anyone! Regardless of how good Madonna may have looked…. Bloody cheek…….
Flirting with your shadow, now that is tragic………