The Funeral

And so it seems that the time has come to say my final farewells to Skeletor. I am finding this all so hard to process and come to terms with. I just wanted to have some fun.... and now I am left to bid my lover good bye. I've moved out and got a place of my own. He-man keeps calling me, but I just cant bring myself to see him again. Not after all this. Oh shit, I'd better hurry up, iron and put on my black plastic dress and get going... The funeral is on in one hour...

Unjust Jealousy

He-Man found out about the date yesterday. He left the house in a rage and returned last night dressed all in black carrying a white-grit covered batton. I was too scared to ask questions. I didn't want to even speak to him. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I experienced the most disturbed, restless night of sleep. I had nightmares about what I can only imagine took place...

Boob-tubes and sparkly shoes

Ok, don't tell He-Man, but I've decided to throw caution to the wind & take Skeletor up on his tempting offer! I know it's naughty of me, but... I have this divine little red boob-tube that simply needs an excuse to be worn. I wonder where he'll be taking me? I am both nervous and tingling with sheer excitement all at once!

Skeletor, Unleashed! ... Coming soon to a cinema near you!

The home-wrecker!

bad bad blog site =(

Why oh why am I unable to upload my lego skeleton image for my previous blog entry???? *kicks blogs big bottom*

dem bones dem bones, dem... lego bones

I have been asked out on a date by Skeletor, but I just don't think my boyfriend He-Man would approve... Being a sought after 'princess of power' can be so exhausting!

the lazy lump of lard lept out of a lego bed & onto a lego lounge

"Want to meet up for lunch today?" "Are you coming to visit me today?"... um... er... People are going to start hating me soon. I think I have truly reached vegetable-status. I just don't feel like moving. My p.j's are so snuggly, comfy and warm. So... why is it that I now feel guilty for saying no. Is my self-indulgence unjustified? Am I letting people down? Argh crap. I do prefer to not do that.... *sigh*

Wanna see my arse?

OOOOOOoooOOoo how rude of me! You'll all be thrilled to know that i did emerge off the couch, shower and sweep the front and back yards like a good little house-wife.... made the bed, unpacked the dishwasher, restacked it with dirty dishes. I'd marry me if only I were allowed. Radio, the kitten, is snuggled up next to my leg on the couch as I type. Too cute. God I am dull.

dum de dum de dum

reset reset reset... I am still trying to get the hang of this blog site. It's after 1pm, and I am still slothing around with bed-hair. Even my super-shiny-and-new broom isn't inspiring me to get out there to sweep the sodden leaves that are all over the back yard. Perhaps I could learn to fly on it instead.... hmmmm.... nah... I'd have to shower and make myself presentable for that now, wouldn't I... Maybe in an hour or so...

blowing plastic bubbles

Once upon a time there was a little plastic goldfish, swimming around her underwater legoland. Then, one day she remarked, 'LOOK! A Castle!' There it was, pretty as a picture... she kept on swimming, with a little plastic grin upon her little fishy face. Three seconds later the little lego goldfish was blown away by the most beautiful sight that her little fishy eyes had ever seen! There, towering before her was an elaborate sight...'Look! A Castle!' -Swish-Swish!