Hmm

Sing a song
It doesn't have to be very long,
You can break up symphony
Into simple melody,
You can't go wrong.
It could be be from the swingin' sixties
I don't mind, you choose.
I've hummed to a little Steinway
Clicking out the twelve bar blues.
And if by midnight no one's got the courage
To have sung,
I'll go back where I came from,
To the silence I call home.



Sometimes, my own innocence makes me giggle. Because my mind isn't dirty when I'm alone. Not all the time ;).

I found a face mask today described as a chocolate pack. The first thing I did was smell it and realise that it indeed smelled like chocolate- orange smarties I think. Still seeing nothing to laugh at I applied it in the mirror and as I was doing so I was reminded of that bbc sketch where someone is shown 'blacking up'. And then I almost peed myself laughing as realisation dawned. I was painting my face with brown mulch, I smelled of smarties and was smeared in something called chocolate pack.
Well, I got my kicks :)

Apparently that sketch has caused some controversy, as I can't find any clips on youtube.

http://www.ligali.org/article.php?id=641


My face now smells of chocolate sick. Ugh. At least my skin is soft.