Presssssshhhh-ah!

Fadda lawd 'ave muuursee!

DAT is a long-ras break, eh?!

All kinda ting went on... all kinda mudda-so-an-so ting.

Karlita come and gone from B'dos and I let her white ras gone without seeing it... shrimps man.

Iz a new year... and not a darn new thing. You know, I was hoping that all sorts-a things woulda be worked out for 2007... everything is the same... i.e. my perspective on things is the same. Woof. Things didn't magically change, nor did things quietly sort itself out... as I had planned and hoped for.

And I'm still living.

Though I woulda still liked to sit with my bag of popcorn and munch away as I watch the story of my life work its way through, without me doing much more than me giggling here and there and, of course, reaching in that darn bag and stuffing my face with buttery goodness.

No such luck. But as I said... I'm still alive. Amen.

Latest is... yuh girl gone down south to some wag-a-who fete (Geeeesus lawd!) ... let's just say that I stood out - who knew the dresscode was "anything as small as possible on the boobs, as short as possible on the butt, and tall as possible on the feet"... I certainly missed that VITAL memo - me with my jeans and tank top with slippers. One kick of a bottle in the crowd and Zuper has a sliced big toe.

I enjoyed every single moment of it... seriously. It was truly an experience... and the lime was super - and Machel is just mega-zuper this year.

I'm also playing mas...


"ah cah waaaiiit... ah cah waaaiiitttt... ah cah wait for Mon&Tues morrrninnnnn".


































*Zuper flies off into ze vorld ov vork... hopefully for not as long as last time!*