Oh, my dears, the dinner with my designer Paolo and his “partner” (boyfriend? husband? friend with benefits? workmate who’s a hugger? how do I ask? why do I feel the need to ask? am I a discriminating person despite being a woman of the world?) has been VERY vegan and I don’t mean that in …
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(I don’t mean what you think I might mean, despite being a romantic erotic (as much as someone raised by nuns can get erotic) novelist. It’s a box box. A box in which you put things. Not those things. Things that you put in a box. Non-metaphorically. So I hope this is all clear.) But …
My dear Fans! I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath to hear what happened next with Myrna and Harry (you won’t be hearing about Smug Robert, I’m afraid) (I am not afraid at all). And the developments developed unexpectedly in a good way! I have been greatly suffering due to Myrna and Harry causing …
My Dearests, I don’t even know where to begin. (I’m lying. I’ll begin at the very beginning. But it covers my feelings very well, as in the “I don’t even know where to begin”, you know that feeling, right?) There I am, enjoying a peaceful Sunday evening that I greatly needed after the arrestations (of …
Oh, my Readers. I don’t know whether I will ever recover from hosting a lovely dinner party for my friends, Ethel, Myrna, and her husband with male pattern balding, Harry. You see, when I sent the invites, I did NOT know that Harry was having an affair with his secretary Robert. So I got equipped …
So, there I was, calmly watching Vasolina sweeping her lawn (Gunther wouldn’t call himself a friend of the Dishwasher Man, but they bonded over lawns as Gunther was mowing ours and complaining a lot and the Dishwasher Man was sweeping theirs and complaining about the low quality plastic, which explains a lot both about Vasoline …
(I have to figure out how to add emojicons on the computer) SO! As you will know, my dear Fans, my neighbour Vasolina (with the nice “garden” which consists of tiles) has a “partner”, the Dishwasher Man. Imagine my shock and surprise, when I heard a VROOM of a motorcycle outside her door! Gunther, who …
Now. My dears. Before I begin, I would like to insert a couple caveats, because I have been done an injustice after all (but at 50% discount) and when I say “injustice” I don’t even mean Andreas’s vegan, sugar-free, gluten-free donuts (I was not permitted to put jam on it, but he reluctantly permitted organic, …
Sometimes, like tonight, I look at my husband Gunther, his beard (“beard” but bless him for trying, he imagines himself to have the chin of Moanmoan the Samoan (and probably the rest of Moanmoan the Samoan, oh, Gunther, where have your many work outs at the gym gone?), the truth is more like one of …
I have photographed it for you in my (not nice, according to my neighbour Vasoline, who mows her plastic (as I discovered by accident when I was not trespassing but just merely checking, and then her cameras filmed me, because she is paranoid that someone would trespass, and while she didn’t drag me to the …