Thursday, 14 April 2011
GUESSWHO?
SHOULD'A BEEN DRINKIN MORE FLUIDS LOVE
other than that I've been making banoffee pie... i think you'll find that's called MULTI TASKING.
LUIGI LUCA
THESE BOYS ARE SO HOT - THEY MAKE ME WANNA BLOW CHUNKS.
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Tuesday, 5 April 2011
ELLADROR PR
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Convalescence - the Hollywood way...
I've watched a lot of movies over the past couple of days (tried to read, but I'm still disorientated, so it's pretty pointless). I've taken comfort in old Hollywood epics. I've wanted to watch 'Grand Hotel' for a long time- and it fulfilled the 'epic' i was after. Sunset Boulevard was also amazingly dramatic.
I'd also recommend 12 Angry Men for something a little different.
sunset boulevard
12 Angry Men
I'd also recommend 12 Angry Men for something a little different.
sunset boulevard
12 Angry Men
No wisdom here
Had my wisdom teeth out...
General anesthetic was pretty awesome- i felt like liquid metal was being injected into my veins- running up my arm- into my throat. It filled my breath as i exhaled- bitter and clinical, and then sleep. It was all very calm, the anesthetist stroked my face and told me to have a good sleep. It felt very Jean-Pierre Jeunet, slightly perverse- but no less comforting for it. When i woke up, a big gay bear nurse was having his birthday celebrated, he was kind and took care of me. I was on my way home 15 mins later, covered in blood- but convinced nothing had happened.
Now my diet consists of soup, soup, milkshakes and soup.
I also had a breathing tube in my nose which seems to have been ripped out with some force, meaning not only is my mouth constantly full of blood- my nose is also. This is all getting very gory.. so i'll just leave a pic of me when i got home...
General anesthetic was pretty awesome- i felt like liquid metal was being injected into my veins- running up my arm- into my throat. It filled my breath as i exhaled- bitter and clinical, and then sleep. It was all very calm, the anesthetist stroked my face and told me to have a good sleep. It felt very Jean-Pierre Jeunet, slightly perverse- but no less comforting for it. When i woke up, a big gay bear nurse was having his birthday celebrated, he was kind and took care of me. I was on my way home 15 mins later, covered in blood- but convinced nothing had happened.
Now my diet consists of soup, soup, milkshakes and soup.
I also had a breathing tube in my nose which seems to have been ripped out with some force, meaning not only is my mouth constantly full of blood- my nose is also. This is all getting very gory.. so i'll just leave a pic of me when i got home...
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