Happy feet...

[growler_south]

First up: Love and thoughts to Mrs C and family. Anything you need, I'm here.


And then yesterday's post, delayed.


Dancing shoes. Weight not an issue when you dance like a straight guy: feet never leave the floor. Ever. Unless you're line dancing. Which I suggest you dont do at a reach-for-the-lasers dance party, lest all your friends suddenly evaporate.

The white powder is Talc. Some helpful lady was wandering the floor sprinkling talc, which would have been more appreciated had it not been scented Johnsons baby talc. When you're dancing shirtless and twatted theres something deeply disturbing about catching a whiff of Grandma.

My sunday evening was brightened significantly by a couple of emails from a handsome and charming bear in Alaska (Yes, I know, Alaska. WHATS WRONG WITH AUCKLAND ALL YOU SEXY BEARS?!?) Email 1 was delightful banter, gettin-to-know-ya stuff. Email 2 was a video. Sproing!!! Alaska just moved up the holiday list...

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[growler-south.livejournal.com]

I have been, err, blessed with a fast metabolism. Which, since I like 'em big n beefy, I absolutely hated. Luckily as I zoom into my 30s its starting to slow down- you may very well see me in a gym in the next 5 years or so, but I wont be doing any of that cardio crap. Maybe a situp or 2...

[scream4noreason.livejournal.com]

urgh!Who does aerobics?Nothing looks sillier!