August 2010
July 2010
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
I wanna put my my fingers through your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back.
Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation and 2% butterscotch ripple
Mr Willy Wonka [the gene wilder one of course]
