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Sunday, November 16

Scented beauties
























Barbers' Garden,
July 2008:
Dorothy Perkins
Rambling Rose


[CC] by Bill Barber


Oh dear, what with the impending doom of my birthday and the festive season I am, of course, browsing unobtainables.

Unobtainables are usually so named due to financial costs I cannot afford to meet but some do not cost anything but are unobtainable because I don't have anyone to enjoy them with- I know from experience that it's just not the same on your own, and that there's a special joy sharing with someone you love. I suppose all these things are tied up with my hopes for the future and go some small way towards what would be a really good celebratory outing. IN MY MIND.

Dinner at Hawksmoor
Super thick steaks are their speciality. Mmmmeat... at £21 a steak and up...

Sixty minutes of massage
Something i've longed for for a while; wouldn't have to be shop bought, could be given as a gesture of affection by an intimate.

The red-tipped black petticoat and polka dot circle skirt from Fairy Gothmother.
Again, things i've lusted after for years. Uber feminine- Just have to have something to wear it for. Humph.

A weekend away somewhere pretty with someone who cares for me spent eating great food, having good conversation and committing unspeakable acts between crisp cotton sheets.
I've never been able to do this with anyone; i'd like to pass some quiet, intimate time without distractions... just be able to let go and enjoy myself.

A bouquet of richly scented, non-red roses.
I *love* fresh, scented flowers, but cannot stand the cliche of unscented red roses. Ugh.

A birthday kiss
Never happened. I'd like a good one too, not a peck, I'm talking deep and long.

Of course, there's also the three weeks in Hawaii, but lets stick to obtainable unobtainables here...

Although thinking about these things is a little depressing, at least they are a bit better to spend time on than The Dubai Bombshell, which seems to insert itself nightly into my head as soon as it touches the pillow, keeping me awake thinking and thinking and thinking...

monky posted 354 words at 23:57 | (0)



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