n: vb: the spice of imagination
Friday was quite fun with one drawback – somewhere in the melee, Sophie’s wallet went missing. It was though to just be in couch cushions or under a chair, but alas, it seems not to be. We’ve searched all over and no little wallet.
It’s light blue with a monkey head on it. Does anyone recall seeing it?
My ghodmum is looking for a roomate – if you know anyone suitable, please pass it on.
Jewish leatherdyke, early 50s, looking for a lesbian to share my quiet east-end home and garden near the PNE. Your private space is 11′ x 26′, the whole top floor of the house. We share the kitchen, bathroom, storage room, and yard. Your rent is $460 + 1/3 utilities.
Cat(s) welcome.
You must be a lesbian, truly at ease with BDSM, and comfortable in a house where Jewish holidays are celebrated. Much else is negotiable.
Your moving-in date can be any time in February or March/04.
Please leave a phone message at 604.253-2857 or an email at
tzivielle@telus.net. We’ll talk.
It was strange last night. The dark musky flavour of cooking predator should have filled the house, blackest of meats, the longest to safely simmer. Instead, the cloying scent of cheap cocoa wafted as soon as you stepped in the kitchen. Images of bear dipped in chocolate came to mind. The mental picture of a cub picking hair from his fondue chunks flashed as I tasted a likely parent to check the flavour. Somehow there is more associated with meat that appears on the Discovery Channel.