Love, sick-days, & such things

this is peaches, back again!

First of read this! I swear, if you have a heart it will ache (even slightly!).

A toddler in the UK had to have both legs amputated at the tender age of 18 mnths, but now thanks to fancy (=expensive) prostetichs he is taking his first steps! The amazing wonders of technology!

Right, so updates?

To be fair, I really just wanted to check in on this blog again, because it had sort of fallen into forgetsomeness... Let me tell you the original reason we started this thing, me and Camilla-boo... See, I was a bit of an idiot and went off in my worldly ways, moving to a whole other country (island even, for goodness sakes!). Now, Camilla and myself used to have long evening walks practically every other night just talking about nothing and everything.

I know, if she were a dude, I'd have married in Vegas a long time ago!...

...

Maybe...

Anyhow... This blog was a little project to keep us in touch and keep our crazyness available for the world. Thing is, there's this little issue called time. It changes things, no matter how solid something is or how hard we fight it. Inevitably people slip apart, even slightly, as time and distance makes updating so much harder! Doesn't mean there's any less love though!

Either way, with that in mind, I thought a new post was in order to keep this thing going. So Peachy updates so far?

Well, she's managed to get herself sick (bugger), and can't relax despite being home from work. Keep emailing them in! I should not be allowed a Barry, I swear, it's disturbing. I'm like one of those train wrecks in the movies, constantly checking in and sending check lists and phone numbers and names and fuck knows what else!

Whatever happened to staying OFF the traintracks?!

Now, a few quotes to fuel my annoyance of the local boys?

- "Dude had sex with a festival girl, on stage, in front of 1000 people!" (girl says, sounding appalled)
"Holy shit! He has so many man points! Like, unlimited manpoint! Forever! I mean he could drive a fluffy pink car and not be any less of a man. Hell he could wear all pink for the rest of his life, and still be all man!" (random boy's response)
"... Dickwad..." (Peaches)

Anyways... That's all I can be asked to write at the moment. I need to go glance at my Barry (cell phone that is) and convulsively do work while fighting off this bloody fever!

Luv

xoxo