Osakatomebaby

Well I wrote a lovely overdue blog entry about Jim and how fabulous he is. I even pretended to be Harry Chapin for a bit. I wrote about yakuza. I delved into the mysteries of life really. Talked about love, passion. Used made-up words that sounded artistic. Made references to Keats actually, though they were vague and shadowy at best. I changed the music for inspiration and imagined myself in my alternate reality of fiddle-playing rockabilly queen. I made allusions to lovers past present and future and referred to myself as a harpy (as opposed to the usual "tart"). I posted an image. Yeah I guess I got off-topic and back into ego central, but what can I do, with all this material???

This was the image:


This is the crux of the thing. Jim darling sent it and I...I...failed to blog about it till today. Four whole days later. I am going to blogger hell. In justification, I was working on my uncle's website, I think I have a cold, and I have spent all week telling people I am leaving my school to become an assistant trainer (the power of the dark side is great within me).

My new objective in life is to actually *see* said film, and I use the word loosely. See I have to make sure I can watch a region 1 and am rather concerned it will use up one of my laptops 8 remaining lives (being currently used to watch Japanese DVD's). Perhaps when I see Lovely Marie this weekend we can try out her machine (which she says will survive the assault).

Anyway, the entry ended with, or should have, a big sloppy wet one for Jim. God willing he his horrified by this.

SMooCH, darling.