Mother always told me there were lots of crazy people out there. Most of the books I've read told me there are lots of crazy people out there. But, as I tend to have a rather enduring 'lucky streak', I had never come into contact with these said crazy people... until recently. The person in question is called Ali. He is 27 [ way too old for me ], lives in India, and is convinced that I am his ideal woman and that we should be married. He doesn't seem to understand when I say "I don't wa...

I refer, of course, to the guy that I have been habouring what is possibly the world's largest crush for since late 2002. I've been thinking really hard about it, and have come to the realisation that once I got him I probably wouldn't want him anymore. You know that saying "You only wnat what you can't have?" It very much applies here. I grow more and more certain that, were I to actually GET him, he'd lose his appeal and I wouldn't want him anymore. I think half the fun is in the chasin...

I think my friend Janelle had this whole marriage business sorted out. Her plan for life is to marry rich, marry young, and retire at twenty. I, of course, need to marry rich in order to support my expensive taste. I think this is more than reasonable. As with most girls of my age and up-bringing, I have a penchant for expensive jewellery, shoes, underwear, and clothes. Someone has to fuel this, and I fear that I cannot. As a consequence, I am formulating an advertisement to find my rich...

So, due to Mother picking up Joe and Chelsea from school ON TIME and insisting that I come along so that she only had to make one trip to drop me at work and collect the kids, I was uber bored, and resorted to buying CLEO to read in the tearoom and pass the time. Enter: Teddles. Looking gorgeous as ever and smelling twice as good. *Growl* He is so sexy... so very, very sexy! Anyways, in CLEO's "sealed section" this month is an article titled "Blow Job School" so I flipped through it -- I d...