Whoah yeah...the more I look at them the more I want them...
This yearning grows stronger and stronger,... I can feel it in the very core of my being...
They are so sexy.
I'd love to have them...BOTH of them! A little double-team action never hurt anyone, right?

Someone told me the other day that lust is a bad thing, but I can't help it!
Behold the sexiness!!

Just lookin' at them turns me on...I'd love to feel them holding me as I rumba seductively across the floor.

They say the toes are erogenous zones.
One day they will be mine.

My grandfather's present housekeeper is quite a character. She seems unhindered by certain social graces that prevent most people from making personal comments to people they barely know. So I wasn't that surprised when, after not seeing me for months and months, the first thing out of her mouth this morning was
"Wait Daana, you hair look mock! You got on mock hair?" Slightly irritated, but not at all surprised.

This is, after all, the same person who informed me, with much authority that
"Drinkin' cold water does mek ya fat. You didn't know dat??"
If this is true, then people, throw out out your gym clothes, and stock up on cheesecake, because all hope is lost.

More of Daana's Dislikes

Raw onion in salads (or in anything for that matter)

Deodorant pads (who the hell wants that strong "potpourri" scent down there?)

Aquaintances who insist on standing WAY too close when speaking to you
(The question is not "What do ya do IF a golfball hits you" but "What do you do WHEN a golfball hits you?")

Mosquitos (Where in the name of all that is sacred are they COMING from?)

Soapscum (How DOES my mother get it off the shower?? I've tried and failed many times. I think she's Wonder Woman)

Chauvinistic males (What, you too good for housework?)

Elephant Man's voice (it just grates on my nerves...how is his work called music?)

I'll have to post something on my "Likes" again to even things up.

Well, I went to Boatyard on Saturday at the last minute...and it was great!
Looks like there's some sense to this white pants thing...cuz I wore a white miniskirt and I got nuff positive feedback. Imagine if I'd gone all out and went with the pants!

Slight C.O.T.

There's this young man that I see at fetes every now and then and he's just.... beautiful. He makes my aura swirl.
I saw him again at Boatyard and this time I found out his name.
I'd love to be able to go up and talk to him, and maybe I will someday, but right now, it's like I just can't.

I see 'im usually standin' along the perimeter of the dancefloor, talkin' to his boys, not really dancing at all, until later in the night, after he's had a few drinks.
All of a sudden I feel like a stalker, because I find I just love watching him.
And I realise that the reason I don't go up and try to get to know him (aside from the fact that I'm chicken-shit of course) is that I have a feeling that his personality won't match his looks.
He'll turn out to be too boring, or brawling, or maybe a crackhead.

For now, I'm happy with just being able to look at him.