My life in the city oh what a pity

Wow.
Who'd have thought that the ever-so-unfaithful updater would be calling for an update?
So here I am, at her behest and at her computer. Happy day.

Here I go. I pull a quick sneaky-blogging-technique and search my innermost soul for recent profound feelings.
Ahhhhhhh it feels like a warm hug. And warm hugs are perfectly wonderful, anytime, anywhere, in any season, and in any aircon-less room. There are preferred environments of course--like, I may have strong opinions about where sex can be had (held? performed? attained? done?) ideally, but when it comes down to it, sex is good anytime anywhere.
Someone agree with me.

(Ambie don't freak out)

This afternoon David pulled a sick joke on me. I fell asleep while reading a long and boring novel, and when I awakened, I decided to accomodate myself better, and turned on the aircon, laid on David's futon and rested my head on his pillow, and fell into a fantastic slumber with a big down blanket on top of me. Isn't that just one of the most wonderful ways to sleep? Like cuddling up with heavy blankets in wintertime.
And then David comes in and turns off the aircon. Deliberately.
I woke up bathed in sweat.

And then I called him a pervert in front of all the kids at lunch time. That was embarassing. I'm not used to kids.

But I forgot to tell you about the profound feeling that felt like a warm hug.
Parents are so cool. They have so much patience, so much love, so much compassion for weird and retarded sort of uncomfortable feelings and embarassing situations.
I like them. And I am in parent paradise. I want to stay forever.