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DePlume, Stephen DePlume

DePlume, Stephen DePlume
DePlume, Stephen DePlume

Monday, 15 October 2007

Reunited

“Is this the first time you’ve had an abortion Miss Griffin?”

“Well, no actually I had one about five years ago.”

“Oh right I see, I take it everything was explained to you. You talked it through with your partner, family or whomever?”

“Well my boyfriend at the time and me talked it over and we decided it was the right thing to do, but we’re not together anymore and well there’s no-one to convince this time, I’m pretty sure.” Kate looked at the doctor and then to the certificates on the wall. It hadn’t been her five years ago it had been some old man with a dodgy mustache.

“Okay...” the Doctor paused for a large intake of breath “Well I normally operate under a system of a first consultation then a second appointment, this allows the patient to mull it over incase any last minute change of mind may occur. So I’m thinking if I give you, say four days, then you can talk to whomever or think it over by yourself and come back to me with your final decision on Friday.”

“I’ve pretty much made up my mind Doctor Lois, there shall be no mulling.”

Doctor Lois stood up and walked around to the the other side of the desk and sat on it.

“Still, I’d like you to take the four days. If you decide to leave this office and go to a private clinic straight away that woud be entirely up to you, but you can come back on Friday and have the abortion here. It is just a safeguard. It’s quite surprising how many mothers change their mind and go on to tell me that their,” the docor raised her hands to make air quotes “‘Special little poopikins’ is the best thing that ever happened to her.”

Great, a guilt trip on the morality issues of abortion, thought these guys were supposed to be impartial and give you what you want? Dr Leaonard practically forced anti-depressants on me before he struck off for overprescribing Kara thought.

Practically shooing Kara out of her office the Doctor moved to the door and gestured for her to leave. Kara got up sluggishly and sighed as she exited the room. Doctor Lois closed the door with a revealing grin on her face.

Sitting in a barely lit room Kara had a bottle of vodka in her hand; she’d been sitting there since she got back from her appointment with the Doctor.

If she had only have just let me have it there and then there wouldn’t be time to go over the pro’s and cons, there would be no going back.

Kara had been doing exactly what she had intended not to do; mulling. She had practically ran back from the hospital and dived onto the sofa, put on Loose Women and tried to take her mind off wanting to kill a child she hadn’t planned. This might have worked if the panel on Loose Women weren’t debating abortion versus miscarriage.

“Fucks sake, you trying to tell me something or what?” She screamed looking up through the ceiling. “Bloody damn and blast you!”

Kara got up and made her way to the kitchen. A nice cup of very very strong coffee sharn’t go a miss, or maybe there’s something with a little more edge.

She knew she wanted a vodka or some kind of numbing drink, it was just ritual to pretend she’d have coffee.

As Kara was about to open the fridge she spotted a picture of her and James on the door. Five years and still she hadn’t moved it, five years without proper conversation. Sure she had seen him in Asda and around town, but there had been nothing more than a how are you? Good. Good. Okay then see ya round type of thing going on. Five years had passed and Kara hadn’t stopped loving James. There had been other guys, countless other guys, but they were just necessity, they were just walking sex basically and she was happy with that, at least she happily accepted that’s how her life was.

Grabbing the vodka from the fridge there was no pretence now, she was going to get mashed. She didn’t care that it was only three in the afternoon. Drinking does not have a time limit, although I’m sure Mother Dearest would have something to say about that.

Four hours later and a slightly sober Kara could just be made out in the barely lit room. She was debating whether she should call James. Not for anything more than a chittery chatter time, just a get together, five years was long enough so as to not confuse the boundaries or whatever, but what if he’s with someone, what if he’s married, got kids, living the happily perfect life I denied him five years ago? Kara’s mind was running into overtime, the alcohol not helping her judgement. If I just phone to ask him how he is then that will be fine, things won’t get complicated at all. Her mind made up Kara reached for her phone and searched for James’ number. Hopefully he’s still got the same phone.

“Hello?” the familiar voice came.

“Erm…hey, hey there, it’s Kara,” she paused and waited for his reply, but it seemed like forever. “I… I was just wondering how you were doing, if you are good, if you’re...”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Jeez, it’s been ages. How are you doing?”

“Oh well y’know, same old, same old.”

In the end Kara plucked up the courage to ask James if he wanted to meet up, she would later tell herself this was nothing to do with the vodka. James agreed stating they should meet at The Cat and Sparrow; everything was set for the day after tomorrow.

James was already at the bar ordering a pint, Kara walked over to him and smiled.

“Dutch courage? Is this going to be that hard?”

“Oh, hey, no, I mean, well when you’re in a bar; it would be rude not to get a drink wouldn’t it?”

“Yah I suppose, mine’s a double jagermiester and red bull, I’ll just be over there in the leapours section.” She snorted as she waddled off in insanely high heels.

James followed a few moments later, a nervous look on his face.

“So jagermiester, everything okay?”

“Let’s just enjoy the first drink, then maybe we can get to the good stuff.”

James looked at her nervously, Kara seemingly wanted to meet to get something of her chest.

“Look James, I know that we ended kind of badly because of a disagreement, I just wanted us to be able to get past that y’know. Five years is a long time to not talk or maybe just enough time to get over your issues?” Two or three more drinks in and the truth of the matter was coming to light.

“Kara, we had stupid little disagreements all the time, they were fine, like when I told the guys you had a giant salty twat or when I forgot to tell you how gorgeous you were. They were disagreements, because we misunderstood each other, but that issue we had, that was different.”

“I know, I know, I didn’t mean it like that. What I mean is it was a moment in time that perhaps we can leave there and move on from?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever agree on this somehow. I wanted our baby, you didn’t!”

James took a long swig of his pint and swallowed hard.

“James, I’m so sorry, really I am. It just wasn’t the right time, we were twenty, we couldn’t afford it, there were all sorts of reasons,” James was about to say something, but Kara kept on talking. “Look there’s something else, I’m sorry, but I’m kind of in the same situation again.”

“So the real reason you wanted me here was to tell me you’re about to have another abortion?” James’ eyes lit up.

“It’s complicated.”

“Oh yeah I know, you’re only twenty-five now, still too young, still too poor, still too… selfish!”

“I was raped James.” Kara was about to go on, but the tears in James’ eyes made her stop. There was silence for the longest time. Neither knew how to continue the conversation after such a revelation. James kept picking up his drink every other second and Kara stared blankly into hers, until finally James broke the stillness.

“Kara, you have to do what’s best for you. What I said before about you being selfish, it’s not selfishness, it’s your right.”

My life is like one ethical debate of a mess at the minute, how do you get yourself into these situations? Do you look for them or do they look for you? I tell you what though it’s fucking shit.

Kara and James had several more drinks and talked more about the whole issue, they knew it wasn’t going to be easy, they knew ultimately a decision had to be made, but for now they would just talk.

“Oh my God!” Kara screamed.

“What now?”

“Can you not carry this bag for me?”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“Pregnant woman here incase you didn’t notice.”

“How can I not notice, you remind me every two seconds. Give me the damn bag.”

“Urgh, James. Urgh, never mind.”

“We’re dong it again aren’t we?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

In a fit of giggles Kara and James walked down the street, just another couple in a city of countless others.

Sunday, 14 October 2007

The Watering Hole

When your local watering hole turns from a grungey dive with rock music and a whole bunch of hippies to an empty, but miraculously clean pub ran by mentally retarded Leatherface's and Rose and Fred West's you know the world is-a-changing.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew Mey Gerd! It was like being transported to the Twilight Zone inhabited by Stepford Housewife and not so perfect family. U.B (an abbreviation of the pub's name) has totally changed, gone are the old management and the entire cliental.
Don't get me wrong the aged woman running the place is the sweetest, most lovely person you'll ever meet. She's so nice that I felt guilty and felt obliged to have a second drink, when inside I was dying to get away.
The bar was having trouble with it's supplier too, they had ran out of beer on Wendesday, when they now have The Karaoke of the Devil, funny they still had none on Saturday. Maybe this is contributing to the non-existent customers, but I have a feeling that even though they eventually got themselves sorted out (being that they were a pub with no drink) people will not be in such a hurry to return.
A luke warm Strongbow and black may not be the worst thing in the world to most people, but I'd much prefer the refreshing satisfaction of knowing that I can go to a pub and get me a Carlsberg, a Carling or even a Foster's.
The place may be cleaner than it has been in years, especially the he toilet which look less likely to give you something you'd not wish on your worst enemy, but I don't think that that's enough to save the reputation of a once dearly loved pub.
Midway through second drink, (cold and so divine, thank God) I needed to get rid of the previous drink and so naturally went to the toilet, while there I heard what sounded like a chainsaw and felt a genuine shock rush up my spine. Zipping up and quickly rejoining my friends we laughed at the idea of serial killers running a pub, but that is the vibe of the place now, maybe there's no real killings going on, but they've well and truly killed the exciting atmosphere that was there under previous owners.

Brothers & Sisters


No other show has the ability to make me cry every single episode. Yeah so it might be sad, no it's the shows excellent scriptwriting and acting. Sally Field; WOW! If I tell one more person she's fabulous and they agree I might just have to cry at that as well.
Well if you're gonna be known as a cry baby, then you might as well cry all the time LOL

Statements.

It’s late, there’s coffee and a blank note pad.

Finding out who people really are sucks!

I sing along, but I don’t know the words.

Picturing what I’ll be like in ten years.

Words are like darts aiming for the bull’s-eye.

Stalking comes naturally when in love.

Alcohol tends to make me more honest.

You love the ones that love you.

Observations are potentially wrong.


Download Darren Hayes- Words here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?3v2htzuzlyg



Homophobe!


Ok, so I went to see a 'friend' last night, we had a few drinks at the pub and then went back to have a few at hers. Everything was fine, met her freind who lives in her flat who was really quite nice. she'll probably get really sick of 'friend' soon anyway.
But she had repeated the same comment a couple of times during the night, about how lesbians were disgusting and how she felt uncompfortable around them. Well I let it slip a few times, then I told her she was being rather homophobic. She dismissed this sating that she liked gay men just couldn't stand to be around lesbians. Yes dear, that would be homophobia.
So when she said it agian later on in the night, like it was some running joke I just stood up and told her I was leaving. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Don't forget your drink!"
I toolk two cans from the bench and left whatever was in the fridge stating that it doesn't matter.
'Friend' knows a girl, who I'll call X here, and X is a lesbian. 'Friend' said that she feels uncomfortable when she's in the room going so far as to say if she sat on the bed next to her she would get up and move to the computer. Sickening.
She wants to be careful because lesbianism is so obviously contagious and she might catch it thus making her one, then she'd have to hate herself. Now that would be terrible in her eyes, she's so up her own arse.

I got IM's of her this morning:


Homopobe said: one its (tells me how to spell her name right)

Homophobe said: two i never said i hated them i was expressing my opinion that i felt uncomfortable around them

Homophobe said: three i talk to them i will be civil

Homophobe said: and four youve blown this way out of proportion

Yes I've so obviously blown your stupidly idiotic view on lesbians out of proportion. Whatever. It never ceases to amaze me how stupid people can be. Bitch is oblivious to her own ignorence.

Download Pink- Stupid Girls here:

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Friday, 12 October 2007

I JUST IM'D TO RUB IT IN

Someone was playing Stevie Wonder- I Just Called To Say I Love You. Wrong in the first place, but not exactly the best time to be playing such a sentimental piece of shit song like that.
Right so excuse me while I go into a depression about the person I want so bad, but doesn't even realise I exist ost of the time:

Just talking on msn and was inundated with stories of David. Nice. Cheers. That's why you've been talking this week, well trying cause I've been away from the comp. Funny, I thought you were trying very hard to talk to me, oh right now I see it's because you were breaking your neck to tell me about David. Bloody David!

Well I JUST IM'D TO RUB IT IN seems more appropriate but I'll suffer this bullshit song, oh wait no I won't it's changed.... to Whitney Houston- I Will Always Love You.

Suck my balls!

Download Godsmack- I Fucking Hate You here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?1bdq0n4yoxy

50 Cent and Kanye West

Don't know why but I just love this cover. Obvs. I prefer Kanye.


Download 50 Cent feat. Justin Timberlake- Ayo (Technology) here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?azqz6ebmixi

Download Kanye West- Stronger here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?domm9yyh0nf

Boys Be Acting All Gay

Boys get ‘em drunk and they just wanna be seen acting all gay with their mates. Hmmm. Is it only me who finds this a little strange?

“Woh woh woh woh, wait a minute get Greg to bend over, right, then I’ll like be behind him like I’m fucking the shit out of his ass! Oh and don’t forget to take more than one photo, I’ll put them on Bebo, Myspace, Faceparty all of them I’ve got!”

There’s always pictures on those social networking sites (that I too am guilty of owning pages on) of boys kissing each other or whatever, now to me it is gay, they’ll say it was a bit of fun, but I don’t understand why when a little bit drunk they want to go with each other. Of course in their minds they are completely, 100% not gay. I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess at the percentages myself though, more than likely differing in each case, some probably a lot higher that they even know themselves.



Download Electric Six- Gay Bar here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?4ftsnjuwnxv



Since I wrote those first paragraphs there was an incident with a shower and two men getting naked in it. A friend was asked to film it on one of their cameras and now it’s on the internet. The next day I heard one of the mens talking through the wall about how it is ‘so gay man, so gay.” Yes, just as gay as you were the night previous.

I’ve decided I don’t like this person anyway. Maybe we shall go into further detail about him some other time, in fact I’m pretty sure we shall.

Rape Sentences Are Doubled

The sentences of two men who raped two young girls have been doubled from the extremely disgusting short terms of 2 years to four.Simon Foster,26, raped a 12-year-old girl, and Keith Fenn,24, raped a 10-year-old girl.
So they should be increased, I don't think that 4 years is suitable for rape either, but at least they are giving them extra time.
Rape cases are most likely to be 'let off' with lesser terms according to the report that investigated lenient jail sentences.
Rape is one of the more serious crimes, one of the most personal and one that leaves it victims in bad shape (to put it lightly) after the ordeal. Just because the person (because we all know that rape victims aren't always women right?) hasn't had their head smashed in with snooker balls or the likes doesn't mean that they have come off any lighter.
This government and it's laws never cease to disgust me, but this takes the biscuit if you ask me.

Download Christina Aguilera- Fighter here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?cjvvn4u0ogb

Paranormal Inisights

A forum about all things paranormal. If you like to talk about ghosties and ghoulies and any experience you've had or just have a keen interest in the subject look here:

http://paranormalinsights.easydiscussion.net/

The site is a very cool place to go for discussion and debate both on the subject and off so please if you are serious about it then have a look, you never know you might find out something you never knew.
16 and over.


Download Michael Jackson- Thriller here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?9wnqsj1i5ht

Maddeleine McCann

Bitch Did It!
Beautiful Maddy: Could be anyone's little girl
Most used pic



'I just like to ad my 2 cents on this whole Madeleine McCann media frenzy, forgive me if I offend anyones beliefs on this matter this is after all just my opinion. Okay here goes:

Madeliene McCann disappears and because she’s the perfect fodder for a media campaign the news channels plaster her all over our televisions. Blond haired and blue eyed she is the personification of beauty and innocence so naturally the nation took her into their hearts. We assumed the position of wanting her to be safe and sound because we’ve got children or family the same and just like them we don’t want her to be hurt. This is all very well and shows that we care, which is very honourable, but isn’t it time to question whether or not there is a serious amount of evidence to show that the McCanns did indeed kill their daughter?

British police should have had an active part in the investigation from the very start. They would have had Kate and Gerry as lead suspects straight away. Them that are the closest should be looked at first as is routine procedure, but this was not the case.

It was only the involvement of British forensics that the DNA evidence was discovered. They analyzed blood on the walls of the villa and in the car that they rented twenty-five days after Madeleine’s disappearance. Apparently police sniffer dogs went berserk at the car. Doubt is most certainly cast on the McCanns.

Is it too much for them to still think that Madeliene is alive or is it just their desire to keep believing they will have her back in their arms? Just over four months since she disappeared are we expected to believe that she is still alive? If she was kidnapped or even sold into a paedophile ring would she not have been killed due to her highly recognizable face?

Why after courting such constant media attention do they suddenly want to leave it all behind? The minute they were named as formal suspects their spokeswoman announces that they want the media to back off, yet they still have faith n the campaign to find their daughter. I thought the two were hand in hand? They certainly were in the beginning, that is when the McCan’s were viewed only as the distraught parents of a beautiful missing child of four, not suspects in her death.

It is my opinion that there is deffinately suspicion there. The interviews with Kate have me questioning her more than Gerry because her ‘performance’ just isn’t as passionately as it should be if you’ve just found out your child is missing. Look at the difference in pleas between the McCann’s and the family of missing fifteen year old Rosemary Edwards; where her mother and father are distraught Kate seems to lack the emotion. Like a pre-scripted robot she might as well have been talking about a missing lump of cheese.

I know it’s obviously not the main concern, but should it come out that they are charged with murdering Madeleine I hope they are ready for the backlash. People don’t like child killers naturally, but with the worldwide support to the search for Madeleine having been so unprecedented it won’t go unmentioned. They say that they’re not going to use the FIND MADELEINE fund to pay for their legal expenses; I should think not as well.

Now they’re going to fund their own private investigation into the DNA in the car. Is this a genuine declaration that they are willing to prove their innocence or just a statement to reassure the public and the media that they are innocent after the newspapers announce that it was Madeleine’s hair in the hire car?

Who knows, but with the Portuguese law being that they can’t share the information with the media we probably won’t get to know the exact details of the DNA evidence and so won’t know for sure, at least for a while. There is a one sided representation on the news; The McCanns and their ‘camp’. It is still my disbelief of the story the McCann’s are telling though and definitely a case I will be following.

Download The Rasmus- Guilty here:

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Kylie's Got 2 Hearts

Watch Kylie's new video for 2 Hearts here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWt7JlRCVes

what you think? I'm kinda sitting on the fence, I don't if I'm loving it or if it's painful (the song that is)

Kylie's 2Hearts-

http://www.mediafire.com/?emohnmbtxvu






STEPHVEN




Sometimes I dream
I'm lost in time,
where heroes go
and no one speaks
in broken words,
and lovers aren't afraid to know
each breath that calls,
each star that falls,
an angel
dies to be alive.
Am I dreaming
or am I in love?


Mario Frangoulis- Sometimes I Dream-

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?akm3bt9cnft

Thursday, 11 October 2007

Writing Activitoire One: Show, Don't Tell

Picture this: Kara and James were having the seventy-seventh argument of their six week relationship. It had all come about after Kara had decided to dress herself up like a christmas tree in her new red and gold dress and high heels, James had forgotten to take five minutes out of his day to tell her how fabulously delicious she looked. This was like cutting the wrong wire on a ticking bomb, an explosion ensued.
“ You can’t even tell your girlfriend she looks nice, you fucking moron!”
“I didn’t know it was in my contract to compliment you a specific number of times.”
Kara began to edge closer to James and stopped herself in the dead centre of the room.
“Very funny, arse barf! You shouldn’t need to be told. You obviously don’t think I’m attractive otherwise you would have said something,” Looking to the ground Kara began to twist her left foot round. “These are extremely nice shoes as well.”
“Just because I didn’t say it out loud doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking it. You can be so petty sometimes.”
Big mistake, further angering the female of the species was not such a good idea. Kara stormed right up into James’ face and began shouting at him. James kept trying to move back from her twisting his face, but the more he did so the more she got up in his face.
“Shit Kara I know you like a bit of healthy banter back and forward, but do you not think this is pushing the boat out a little bit? I mean so I didn’t compliment you this once, I’m really sorry, I thought that much was obvious. I promise you I’ll pay more attention to you from now on.”
“Dan and Johnny are always complimenting me, they don’t seem to have your problem with the lack of words or whatever it is.” She moved back to her position next to the door, breathed in deeply and let out a large sigh.
“Dan is a fannyrat and would rather that dress was on the floor and Johnny is gay, he probably fancied the dress for himself.” Kara's face turned into a red colour, reminiscent of a postbox.
“You are such a stereotype whore!” Spitting her words at him now she looked like her head was about to shoot off from her neck and blast away into outer space. "Grow up!"
“Hey, that’s what labels were invented for, so we could tell people apart."
“Here’s a label for you then; bad boyfriend.”
“Do you not think this whole argument is immature?”
“I’ll tell you what’s immature, Mr Immature! Throwing jelly all over the corridor with your boyfriends that’s immature. Stripping and running around the flat for everyone and their uncle Bob to see that’s immature.”
“Oh right, now I get it, that’s what all this is about, you don’t care about the stupid dress and shoes issue you just want to pick out all my faults and tell me what a loser I am.”
“That’s probably a good label for you actually...and the dress is not stupid, it was £80 from LeFrerg’s, far, far from stupid."
A line is missing here. Hmmm. Can’t think what it can be. Something James did that made Kara continue talking.
“It would be nice if you told me what you think once in a while. I’m sick of living in a one sided relationship, I might as well be masturbating.”
“Nice analogy.”
“I’ll tell you what’s anal James; you. You aren’t exactly open for fun, you aren’t exactly open for anything. I want you to be open about how you feel, just be fucking straight with me!”
“Okay then...I love you Kara. I fucking love you.”Kara’s eyes began to fill up, she moved from her standing position to join James on her bed. Kissing him passionately he began to worm his hands around her body. Without venturing into porn territory it is safe to say they well and truly made up.


Download Dirty Pretty Things- You fucking Love It here:

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?eee1bxvizax

Old Pair of Fucking Jeans

Nope not a pair of jeans I wear when I know I’m going out to specifically get fucked, but those jeans that are so old they went out of fashion before you were borm. Thing is I love my old pair of fucking jeans.You see where I’m going here?
It’s so obviously bad that you still wear them, but you love them, you feel comfortanle in them, they are always what you return to yet you know sooner or later you’ll part ways.
Okay so to stop draggin the metaphor out my old jeans are this person that I like, correction totally love and I’m not able to get over the fact that it’s not going to happen. In this sense maybe I’m the old jeans, because I’m the one being chucked. Hmmmmm. I’m those black jeans (y’know the millionth pair of the same jeans) that are being thrown out to make way for the introduction of colour into the wardrone.
Aaaaaaaaaaah you metapWhorE!

Download Fatboy Slim- Old Pair of Jeans here:

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?abkm1wp4ebe

Unattainable

Why is the one you want, unavailable? Why does this make you want them more? Why then do you punish yourself, drive yourself crazy picking at the wallpaper thinking you’re ugly and so obviously redundant?

I’m in love for the third time, I’m loving someone who doesn’t love me and I’m fed up, but then I don’t move on. I am moth to beautiful yet burning flame. I am lame. I know it.

Download James Blunt- I Really Want You (a song that is exactly how I'm feeling now) here:

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?8fme3yl4vvn

Through The Walls

The girl next door to me last night had a male visitor again. So what? I hear you say. I don’t begrudge her the company, I enjoy a late night visitor or two myself. It is the noise that emanates from her room, through the paper thin wall that I here moan about. I should like to meet this young man on his departure from one of these encounters just to see whom he is and what he has that makes her the loudest orgasm carrier in the world.
It’s not like I sit and wait to hear her sexual noises, no they come a-looking for my ears. I can be minding my own business with a bit of Marilyn Manson on and over the top I hear the mating process that sounds like a rhinoceros giving birth to an elephant. Marilyn Manson isn’t exactly the kind of music you’d drown out either.
Every time I hear these noises, which seems to me to be more and more frequent I’m reminded of a story that was circulating the world of entertainment news a while ago. The one about Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s sexual antics in a hotel. The New York Post reported that the guards at the hotel ‘grabbed their weapons, and rushed in to Pitt and Jolie's suite to make sure someone wasn't being killed inside.’
If it wasn’t for the after banter and giggles I would have called security by now, it sounds like a Ted Bundy style killer has entered the halls and is on the rampage.
Ear plugs might be in order.



Reminds me of the song "Behind The Wall" By Tracy Chapman.

Download that here: http://www.mediafire.com/?7mjygjjfaxg

Sex and Coffee

Two of my favourite things.

When I came to look this up on the fountain of interesting shit that is the internet I discovered that I am not the only one to make the connection, infact im probably one of the last. Anywho, coffee is obviously an anicdote for sex anyway; in movies the fiesty vixen or handsomely dark dude will say “You wanna come up for coffee?” when they really mean “Would you like to bone?”.

It’s so hip and hot right now to be in on the coffee and sex scene, or so I’m told... I’m not hip or hot enough. I like both, I just don’t like to oggle at girls (or boys) whilst supping a cup of Gold Blend. Is it so ‘hip’ to be a caffiene fiend anyway? It’s obviously ‘hot’ to be having sex, let’s face it if you’re not you’re considered a social leper or a geek. (Not my words).

A company in Portland, USA came up with a very special coffee that helps the sexual libido of both the male and female of the species. Take a look at heir website if you so wish. http://www.javasutra.org/ They say ‘it is infused with organic Peruvian Maca, and regularly drinking the potent elixir leads to a gentle and sustained boost in sex drive’.
Ten cups pour moi.

It’s very interesting. People are addicted to caffeine and people are addicted to sex, maybe the two coming together might be out of this world. I wouldn’t know about that as I’m not addicted to either, I just really really like them both.

For now I think I’ll keep the coffee keeping me up at night, oh shit hang on. Well I’ll keep the coffee for keeping my mind awake when I can’t sleep at three in the morning and I’ll save sex for getting me off.

Supersister sang ‘I like my men like I like my coffee, hot, strong and sweet like toffee…’ Amen sister, you are super indeed. Another thing that sticks in my mind is something somebody said to me recently:


Coffee is easier to swallow.

And on that note...


Download Supersister- Coffee here: http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ch43c02limj

Dancing Queen...

I went dancing for the first time in a very long while, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
As a fan of all types of music I didn't mind that the club I danced in played mainly cheese. Infact when they played a Spice Girls meledy I have to say I nearly orgasamed in my pants. Though this is only due to the fact that I haven't been able to shut up about them since they announced plans for a reunion.
So yes, dancing proved to be like a little bit of escapism that allowed me to forget about the stresses of uni work and the lack of a love life. It was just pure fun to have Fosters in hand and shake my funky stuff (white boy).
I went with a couple of friends, both girls, One whom never goes out unless it's to a grotty pub (much like myself) because there's no denying the hovels are the best places and one who likes to go out now and again and see if she can pull (which is like a role reversal and one that I think is quite empowering). One pulled and one stayed with me dancing. Which one is which is up to you.
After nearly four hours of dancing one might say that one's legs were mightily sore. They still ache now. I am glad to say I did not suffer the hang over from hell and one woke up feeling rather accomplished in having done something I've been wanting to do for a long time; have fun.
Was super happy alcohol didn't turn me into a monster that aggrevates and then goes onto forget as I had been last week. NOTE TO SELF: DON'T MIX DRINKS, PLUS FORGET ABOUT WHOLE THING.

Just one more thing, they had that song that I really liked to listen to years ago N-Trance- Set Me Free... love, love, love, love it!

Download that here: http://www.mediafire.com/?5zbg52mjmgn

Allow Me To Intorduce Myself...

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ


I am supposedly a student, but I maintain that this is merely a sideline.
I like to observe and comment on things, therefor a blog comes in funky dory.
Sometimes people don't like what I have to say, I accept that not everyone will, but please accept that I have the right to an opinion too.
I will put stuff on here that amuses me, annoys me, makes me wonder, embarrasses me, makes me feel compassion, allows me to be disgusted, brings me out in shades of envy, and things that let me talk about love, life and shite.
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Anything and everything is welcome.

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