Blogville

Ok so let's go. Here is where I feel safe right now. Farmville ain't safe, I could get swallowed up by some elephant. Elephants on a farm, now that makes a great deal of sense. Dragville ain't safe either, I could get my 10 cm heel stuck in someone's booty. And that makes a great deal of sense, you cannot go to Dragville sans des talons aguilles, no flats there. So Blogville it is, where I can go up and about to my heart's content. Blogs are a horrible thing when you don't have a life. As it is, i get mine read exactly because of the opposite; I have a life. Oh yes, a complicated life with its twists, but a life just the same. So I don't spend ages trying to come up with the most difficult and cryptic of language. I write as it comes, because it's me. I need not shout to the world about my intellect, because perhaps I don't have one. I don't need to prove anything to myself either. I just write, in my own name too. Because my Blog is safe, I make it safe. And perhaps it's because my blog happens to be on the rock. It's the rock where we do things our way. We do not need outsiders to tell us how much we should be selling our houses. If someone asks for a price, we expect to sell at that price and not be made an offer. We might have il-Monti, but property selling is no Monti. That is our territory there and we don't like being pushed, although we sure deal with it in a more polite and understandable way. Fine we don't sell, we're ok with it. We just live in it, pas problemes. Mintoff is over and done with. I do not admire anybody who thinks that pounding on someone's car just because he was once Prime Minister is a terribly good idea. It could have been the Pope for all I care. I do not have one fond memory of the Mintoff era either. That's because his people were skinning rabbits on my mother's roof, and I can still hear those poor rabbits. And yes rabbits are important, otherwise they wouldn't be sent as gifts on Farmville would they? I don't even need an answer for that because it's my blog and I write as I want to, when I want to. And, cats do not hit on us. They hit on other cats, because that is the law of nature. And that much, this bitch understands.