from beyond the grave

no i am not some new ghost whisperer or anything. frankly if they did decide to talk to me i would freak out. it was just a simple, morbid, quirky way to say "hey! look i'm back! i'm posting something again...hello?? hello?? look at moi...look at moi...!!!".

anyhoo....i feel quite under pressure here to write a post that upholds the vast amount of lovin' we seem to be getting i.e. the vast amount of comments that seem to have popped up on this blog in recent posts. how do i compete with a viker who can't do maths and type properly, and another who's getting bitten on the ass/arse by karma??? a lovely friend suggest uploading those porn pics we had up in the good ol' days but then in due light to no longer being on the market i thought it might be crossing some kinda "you're cheating on me" line.

FLASH! cheating....what a fine topic to talk about after that rather long winded intro.

so, i have read in my extensive, highly regarded sources of women's day, new idea and other trashy mags, that in our modern society, cheating on our respective SO's is a more common occurance than first thought of. how? emotional cheating. when we share our thoughts, dreams and aspirations with a friend of ours of the opposite sex we are emotionally cheating as we are emotionally connecting with someone else.

so theoretically speaking, according to the new sex columist in the wonderful publication of mx, men and women can't be friends. as hard as harry and sally tried to show us otherwise it just can't work.

that's my two cents. i have nothing else to add. i'm heading back into hibernation now.