Come up and see me...

Make me Smile!

A benefit of having this little corner of the web to myself is that I can satisfy my own need for honesty without being entirely honest with the people around me; acts of omission; it's raining outside, it's warm in here, I'm exhausted, but I'm on some fucking high that has me dancing - still damp, fresh out of the shower - around the room in a pair of trakkie-Bs, mouthing to Andy Bell's covers (remember Erasure?). This morning is decidedly gay, and I'm going to enjoy the moment, and I'm not going into work, come hell or the tv licensing guy. If anyone asks why, it becomes one of those acts of omission; they can swing to camp music on their own time; this one's all mine and I'm not sharing.