Trays of Gold

I know people have marvelled over the amount of time I've put into my blog and imagined that I lie around for hours wracking my brains on what to blog about ( honestly, it probably takes less than half hour a day actually ). A few have even wondered how someone with my hectic crazy-packed schedule can find the time to even scribble a few lines for the blog post everyday.

Simple reason enough. I enjoy it actually. Not only do I love writing - as evidenced by my little menagerie of bedtime stories which I have yet to reproduce on a new site online - but I also enjoy shifting through other blogs reading about the lives of others. Through my playing the inquisitive voyeur, I've managed to expand my severely limited social circle ( due to my oddly antisocial behaviour ) by getting to know several new online friends ( even a few I've actually met in real life shockingly enough ) and even a sweet charming guy with an indefatigable ironing fetish called Calvin. Certainly beats going through hours of hopeless speed dating, parading through the online personals or even sweating my guts out at the local gay nightclub getting turned down by that hot clubkid de jour :)

What can I say? When he's not preoccupied with ironing that perfect crease or imagining vindictive conclusions for a certain deposed Persian Overlord, Charming Calvin's great :) - though occasionally given to fits of deep introspection and melancholia but hey, I'm superficially shallow & positive-minded ( possibly manically hyped up on volatile gases ) enough to balance that out. Could also tell you all about his irresistible moans and groans but I bet that would be a little TMI after all :)

And yeah, every once in a while, you do get a wonderfully unprecedented birthday surprise ( FEDEXED! ) like a lovely silk-screen lamp :) What does it feel like having a deliveryman drop by with a gift from someone unexpected? A blog pal, no less. Think that first Christmas morning. Think that sudden lottery winning that you never expected. Of course for my astonished father unceremoniously woken up by the urgent knocks, it was more like a suspiciously ticking package delivered by an armed terrorist.

A thoughtful package from a sweet someone and yet I think it's worth more than trays of gold :)

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BTW as a side note, over the seeming holidays ( seemingly since I was working throughout ) I've gotten a new obsession, this new serial family drama called Brothers and Sisters which stars amongst other luminaries the irrepressible stickwaif Calista Flockhart, the ever-fabulous Sally Field and the talented Rachel Griffiths.


Not that starched-up after all
Oh yeah, and one of the brothers mentioned is incidentally gay - and kinda hot despite his uptight, buttoned-up personality ( then again, those are the guys you wanna slam down on the office table, tear their conservative suits apart and fuck them hard, right? ). Nothing fey about serious solicitor Kevin Walker so it's gonna be interesting watching him find his feet in the gay dating world as he romances the fabulous Scotty with some tongue action.