sf and s & v
KAILIK has told me that in this blog i shouldn't mention anybody by name - KAILIK said that i should refer to them by initials - contrary to what KAILIK said i thought i might give people amusing pseudonyms to match their characters as i see them - but then i thought that names such as nipple-bitch, butt rim-slicker and slap-meister might cause offence if the aformentioned people recognised themselves - so i've decided to stick to initials as KAILIK originally suggested - so from now on KAILIK will be referred to as k.a.i.l.i.k. (if i can remember to put in the the full stops)
this blog is actually to mention our friends in san francisco (sf), v. & s. (which sounds similar to an art gallery) or s. & v. (which sounds similar to a perverse sexual practice), and to thank them for graciously accommodating me in their lovely apartment which they recently moved into and which has stunning views of the twin peaks area (two hills which closely resemble madonna's eccentric pointed breast enhancements worn on her blonde ambition tour)
hanging out with s. is an experience which i always look forward to and always enjoy as, like the proverbial mushroom he's such a 'fungi' (i never claim to be original) to be around - we have similar liberal slightly left of centre views and i envy his ability to be able to verbally express them a lot better than i can - i have great memories of his stay in singapore when, on my afternoons and week days off we hung out eating at the hard rock cafe, drinking coffee at spinelli's at forum galleria, swimming in and sipping vodka and cranberry juice by the pool at treetops and shop-window-gazing down orchard road while taking in the views and expressing what we'd like to do with them if the views were in our respective bedrooms - s. always laughs at my pathetic jokes and iffy attempts at humour - whether he's doing this to be polite or genuinely finds them funny i don't know - it doesn't matter as it always makes me feel good
what can i say about v. - the catalyst for my current state of being - he was the one who introduced me to k.a.i.l.i.k. nine years ago ensuring that i would never have to feel lonely again when watching reality tv - he is my longest standing friend from singapore (although i'm sure we've spent an equal amount of time sitting down) - he was there on one my most memorable social experiences, my first visit to the sydney mardi gras party - he also nursed me through the worst period of the time i contracted glandular fever/e.b.v. - unfortunately on saturday afternoon he suffered a broken leg during a rugby match when two other players tried unsuccessfully to use one of his impressively large calves as a see-saw - so at the moment he's confined to barracks and shuffling round their apartment on crutches - i didn't make my usual suggestion as i often do in these situations that he should buy an inflatable parrot to wear on his shoulder as at the time i judged that he wouldn't have appreciated the literary reference
anyway, guys, it's always good to see you and, with any luck, we'll all get together again when you travel to singapore with, hopefully, all your lims intact (did i say lims? i meant limbs)
this blog is actually to mention our friends in san francisco (sf), v. & s. (which sounds similar to an art gallery) or s. & v. (which sounds similar to a perverse sexual practice), and to thank them for graciously accommodating me in their lovely apartment which they recently moved into and which has stunning views of the twin peaks area (two hills which closely resemble madonna's eccentric pointed breast enhancements worn on her blonde ambition tour)
hanging out with s. is an experience which i always look forward to and always enjoy as, like the proverbial mushroom he's such a 'fungi' (i never claim to be original) to be around - we have similar liberal slightly left of centre views and i envy his ability to be able to verbally express them a lot better than i can - i have great memories of his stay in singapore when, on my afternoons and week days off we hung out eating at the hard rock cafe, drinking coffee at spinelli's at forum galleria, swimming in and sipping vodka and cranberry juice by the pool at treetops and shop-window-gazing down orchard road while taking in the views and expressing what we'd like to do with them if the views were in our respective bedrooms - s. always laughs at my pathetic jokes and iffy attempts at humour - whether he's doing this to be polite or genuinely finds them funny i don't know - it doesn't matter as it always makes me feel good
what can i say about v. - the catalyst for my current state of being - he was the one who introduced me to k.a.i.l.i.k. nine years ago ensuring that i would never have to feel lonely again when watching reality tv - he is my longest standing friend from singapore (although i'm sure we've spent an equal amount of time sitting down) - he was there on one my most memorable social experiences, my first visit to the sydney mardi gras party - he also nursed me through the worst period of the time i contracted glandular fever/e.b.v. - unfortunately on saturday afternoon he suffered a broken leg during a rugby match when two other players tried unsuccessfully to use one of his impressively large calves as a see-saw - so at the moment he's confined to barracks and shuffling round their apartment on crutches - i didn't make my usual suggestion as i often do in these situations that he should buy an inflatable parrot to wear on his shoulder as at the time i judged that he wouldn't have appreciated the literary reference
anyway, guys, it's always good to see you and, with any luck, we'll all get together again when you travel to singapore with, hopefully, all your lims intact (did i say lims? i meant limbs)
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