Cranky.

Dear viewers, I''m sorry I havn't been on top form today.
I've received some irritating news so I've decided it's best not for me to do any posting tonight.

On the other hand, I've had a lovely day with Tommy at his house with lots of cuddles.

Sorry to dissapoint, it won't happen again. I'll be back tomorrow with more posts.
Goodnight X

A short farewell. I'll be back.

Off to bed
To rest my head
To clear away
The thoughts of day
I close my eyes
Until I rise
Goodnight to you
I bid Adieu
X

Guilty - a short fictional story

I take off my watch and put it in the drawer. I've stopped the time on it so there's no point wearing it. Stopped it at the time I became one of them.
One of the Guilty.

It started when Cute Receptionist winked at me as she handed me my door key. It's her fault. She shouldn't of led me to believe that I was someone she wanted to get involved with. She joined me for meals, she even came up to my room a couple of times. I was only planning on staying for a couple of days, but she persuaded me to stay. Days became a week, then two, then three. We got to know each other on a personal level I wouldn't expect you to understand. All that's left of her now is the typical, symbolic lipstick mark on my shirt. Oh, and the body.

Body? Yes, body. I can see you working it all out in your head. He's killed her. But I'm not a he, I'm a she. It makes a lot of difference. The police won't suspect me, I'm just a guest in a hotel. Nothing special. I came here to get away, just for a few days. I wasn't running away, I was having a break. A rest. Things at home were getting hectic. Kids, job, family. I had to go somewhere new, somewhere quiet. That's how I ended up here, in the William Jones Hotel, with a dead receptionist in my double bed. The sheets are clean, I didn't stab her. It wasn't messy. It was after she told me that what we had wasn't exclusive. I slid my arms around her neck and told her that it was fine.
Then I strangled her.

I have to say, there wasn't much fight in her. Just a last, withering look before she dropped dead onto my chest. I've tucked her up in the bed, it looks like she's sleeping. I stroke her hair and smile. No one will ever know. Never know that I'm Guilty.

I love you because...

I love you because...well. Why? Why do I love you?
I think it's because I love so many things about you and because you mean everything to me.
My heart, it's not shaped like this <3 it's shaped like you.
I love the way you smile when your favourite song comes on the radio.
I love the way you rush to get your guitar when you hear somehting you can play.
I love the way you're commited to your projects.
I love the way you talk in your sleep.
I love the way you whisper "I love you" in my ear.
I love the way you squeeze my hand when we hear something cute that reminds you of us.
I love the way you make time for me.
I love the way you treat me like a princess.
I love the way you wake up in the afternoon whenever you can get away with it.
I love the way you announce every trip to the toilet.
I love the way you sit with your rabbit and talk to him.
I love the way you stroke my hair.
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way you talk about our future.
I love the way you laugh.
I love the way you have an answer for everything.
I love the way you bite your thumbs.
I love the way you say "Rocky".
I love the way you're proud to be different.
I love the way you'll only wear certain socks.
I love the way you kiss me on the neck.
I love the way you always wear black, no matter what the weather.
I love the way you try to get on with my brother.
I love the way you're polite to my family.
I love the way you let me pick your nose for you.
I love the way you laugh at my jokes then say women aren't funny.
I love the way you bought that grammar book to spite me.
I love the way you check spellings with me.
I love the way you trust me with your phone.
I love the way you post songs on my Facebook.
I love the way you always say goodnight, no matter what.
I love the way you make me feel.
I love the way you always pester me until you find out what's wrong.
I love the way you hold me when I cry.
I love the way you say "Drink?" in an inquiring tone.
I Love You, Tommy Walsh.

 

I Love You Tommy 

Adorable at 14?

 

Just found an old picture of myself X

From one blogger to another

Have a look at this? He's amazing. You have no idea how much effort he puts into his work and ideas.
Tommy's Blog

Much appreciated <3

Black dress

Time to try on that black dress,
I don't have anyone to impress.
But appearance matters,
For appearance's sake.
It's not like I'm going on a date,
Just a family meal, of about 20 or so.
Shoes, dress, makeup,
Go.