Variety

I broke my sleepy record again today. I got to see dawn break, I wonder why they call it breaking, dawn doesn't really break anything, dusk is the one which breaks the light, dawn is more innocent, it just sheds a lot of light that's all. Or perhaps the one who decided to adverb it as breaking was someone like me who loved the dark, and since dawn gets rid of the dark then it's breaking our kind of darkness. I don't know if that even makes sense. It's way too early for me to be functioning, and too early to be writing in here, but this is what has to keep me going for almost three days now. Another thing which will keep me going will be a visit to Baystreet's Franks; I need some Forever Dior, the stuff is addictive, very good and at least I will have something to look at, that is my face plastered with Dior. I had an extremely spaghetti-style blow dry till 5am this morning, when I braved the wind and rain. Poor Nigel, he takes so much pains in doing my extra long hair, just for it to last a day. I'm not going anywhere near the guy for now, he really doesn't deserve it. I wonder what's happening right now on KM 0100. Probably my Mister will be sleeping the whole flight off. It's amazing how this man can suddenly switch off and sleep even in uncomfortable situations. It would take me some three dozens of hypnotics to get me to snooze. My twin half is another one who will fall asleep in a snap, of course he just *has* to be my opposite in that too. And just to be my opposite he wakes up in another snap, while I drag myself, not very successfully sometimes, he'll be up and about like a sparrow. Which is what he is going to be like if he continues his mad diet craze... a sparrow. I like sparrows, they hop nibbling discarded food, I've liked watching them forever, they're cuties. But men sparrows? Oh no, I once went out with a man like that, and it was once, just the once, I could not take the tiny wrists. And he had no six pack to compensate, at least my twin has that. I will never forget this sparrow-like man, not because he was sparrow-like but because he was so mean, he talked in such an evil manner and had a grudge against the world. Really strange guy, one no girl would be safe with. I just couldn't wait to get away, he was giving out all the wrong vibes, no thank you, I've been in enough scrapes, and if he was spellbound by my face, well I was spellbound because I had never met anybody so full of hatred. Seriously. Yeah I know, not all sparrow-like people are mean, but of course I had to bag the one. Probably even Birdlife would have turned a blind eye at him during the hunting period. But I suppose variety is what makes the world goes round. I am thankful that not all men like sparrow-like women, although a woman with tiny wrists looks fine, she'll look fragile and be perfect to appeal to a man's sense of wanting to protect her, if she manages to find a man like that. But there are men out there who like big girls, and I'm not talking about gay men. Beautiful gay men adore big girls but love men. Because gay men are like a B & B, they adore the Breasts and the Booty but love six packs and abs. However some straight men go completely nuts for us big girls. Do not ask me why because I don't even want to know why, I just lap up all the attention. What I see as physical flaws, they will adore. Maybe they are very short-sighted but I am not about to direct them to an oculist. And while I will try to hide, they want to see and sigh in wonder. Perhaps they are totally psychotic, but they truly believe that big hips and butts are sexy. They are confused by the fact that we big girls do not flaunt our thighs, perhaps because their brain is stuck in Malta's Goddess of Fertility stone age period. And I let them be. They can stay there, no need to move into 2009.