août 20, 2004
Why was I not made of stone, like thee?
A torrent of gurgling self-abuse a week ago. A crimson flood due a week from now. A romantic cloudburst and a damp hiatus. A tete-a-tete during which I endeavour to focus on my resolve, my upper lip, my drink; but my mournfully shrugging willy is stiffer than any of the three. It's high tide and the buoys won't ring until you rock the boat. I have an interview for a "real job" coming up. I'll have to remind Guy Pierce to tattoo "You're not temping any more so don't call everyone a cunt and dash out looking for gin after two hours" on my thigh.
Août 7: "My period has just started".
Août 20: "A crimson flood due a week from now."
Either, Hastings, I have no idea what I'm talking about (very, very likely), or Rosy was fibbing on one or both of the two dates mentioned above.
Or, of course, she is suffering from some kind of medical condition causing this apparent temporal discordancy. In which case forget I mentioned it. Back to Bruce Willis' Greatest Hits.
Posted by: Poirot at août 21, 2004 07:31 PMI only get about 25 days off between blobs. Whether or not this is normal, I should probably shut up about it, or at least save it for my next Jenny Eclair support gig.
Posted by: Rosy at août 23, 2004 09:45 AMThat's well within the curve, Miss Rockets, so nothign to worry about there. Don't forget, you only have a limited number of eggs and despite the increasing number of women waiting until their thirties to start a family, the risks of complications do go up with time.
Our next caller says he's suffered some kind of mishap doing the hoovering whilst naked, is that right, Danny?
Posted by: Doogie Howser at août 23, 2004 09:29 PMIt's all right, love, I'll eat your Spam. I love it. I'm having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, Spam, Spam and Spam. I'm in Nirvana. http://www.rosyrockets.com/journal/archives/nirv.jpg
Posted by: Rosy at octobre 29, 2004 03:48 PM