Friday, I'm in Love... with the weather

It's such a wonderful Summer day. The Sissys have arrived safe and well, albeit looking a bit tired. Their plane landed at 4.30 am and you can imagine the size of the luggages they had to carry all the way to our apartment. Although I wish I could be home with them, unpacking and settling in, being at work today isn't so bad: I'm all alone in the office!

( Photos - Canal, Barges, etc )

Boys Just Want to Have Fun

Not managing to work today. Livejournaling all day long. Ljdrama.org. Lots of water from the cooler. The guy that came to fix the photocopier is hooot! Cropped blonde-hair, black suit, lean body. Hmmmm. Hard to concentrate on work. Must go back to excel spreadsheet and stop talking about alcohol with sparklielizard. (If I worked near here, I'd suggest we leave work right now and go drink some wine underneath a tree.) Hmmmm. Don't want to work now.

I think I might try to make some icons out of shark photos in Rotten.com

The workless day chugs along

I just had a walk through Covent Garden on my lunch break. I never noticed the rent boys and prostitutes before! It seems a bit obvious now, the way they stand in front of doors leading up to apartments over the shops, that haggard look compounded by endless chain-smoking, the unglam outfits that seem so out of place in the midst of the fashion parade. You could say that everyone walking through Covent Garden is a whore - but actually having to stand there under the sun seems undue punishment for people who are just trying to make a living. I think Red Ken should do an "Amsterdam" on Covent Garden.

I also saw a bloke that looked suspiciously like psych0_ex. I thought about going up to him and asking. If it is him, I'm happy to report that he's lost weight and become quite muscular.

I bought my lunch in M&S and helped an elderly german couple find the counter with the pre-maid sandwiches. They seemed awfully grateful. Then I went to Paperchase and bought some gifts for Jennifer (one of the Sissys): a journal with pink, purple and black dots covering it and a pen with purple ink.

I look ridiculous today in my all-blue outfit.

The Ollie Age of Grotesque

HI THERE!

I'm still here. With nothing to do. Ever so pliant. Ever so partly-open lips. Ready to chat with you.

Yes. You.

I've got time and disposition. Come on baby. Don't be so shy. Don't push me out of your Default view. Let's be friends. Come to Ollie. That's right. I'll be gentle. Hmmmmm.

Can you hear that sound? It's the fan in my room, gently blowing my auburn locks. I'm taking off my glasses now. They've steamed up. Huh uh. That's right.

Tell me all your secrets. I'm yours 2nite 2day. Phoevah and evah.

Foretelling the future

My co-worker has just come in and told me the strangest story.

Apparently, she knows this horse that replies to your questions and can even foretell the future! It uses its hooves to say yes or no - one strike for "yes" and two for "no". This sounds highly improbable to me. Perhaps there's some confusion with the Greek myth of Ocyrhoe, the horse that was able to foretell the future? My co-worker said that a friend of hers visited this horse. I couldn't help thinking of urban legends.

I've had my experiences with fortune tellers, mostly in Brazil. And I also have a pack of Tarot which I like to play with. Could it be possible that some animals are able to see into the future? That they have a special ability that humans lack?

Spirit of Summer

Good Bye Everyone!

Have a lovely weekend.