A friend recently referred to romantic relationships as "a matter to have fun until I find someone that can rip my heart out so as to caress it gently." I almost want to make that my new slogan.
The Doc and I had the following email exchange yesterday: The Doc: I just noticed, I can't find your England Report on your blog, you say you will tell people what happened but I can't find the actual info
Teru: Hmm, I should put that up, shouldn't I
The Doc: Only if you want to go into details about your booty call ;-)
Teru: Hmmm, I'm still uncertain about how much information I want to share on the web. It might get me more readers though :)
The Doc: Don't mind what you tell people, let them know how badly I was at sex, I don't care... tell them how you got ill and had to be cared for. tell them about the time I ran out of money and had to ask for NTL to put my money back into my account. you have my consent.
Anything you want. But most importantly of all you MUST tell people how much I love you, and how much I smiled and how much we kissed in public.
Oh and don't forget the meet and the reading bit. Since he said I could tell all, so
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