Flatmate is trying to tell me to write about vegansexuals. It reminds me of a repulsive sticker we used to have in my house when I was a kid: Kiss a non-smoker, taste the difference.
Its seems like another tedious variations on the bleating - no, don't even get me started ont hese tangential issues, I'll get into trouble.
I need to find a sweet safe topic that is entertaining. How difficult is that?! I might as well just go the Jilly Cooper route and jazz things up with excessive exclamation marks!! Men!!! Bless them, poor dears!!!! etc etc etc.
About Me
- M
- Terminally bored and boring librarian just trying to make my way in the world as best I know how. I have many schemes and ideas but lack an army of minions to execute them. I'm a joiner and a quitter, and I watch far too much C4. What more is there to know?
2 comments:
why not write about meatsexuals then?
But any comments I made about meatsexuals would invariably degenerate into "do they smell like tuna?"
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