Fiona McCann

Just like the Terminator, I keep coming back. I just think it is so elegant over here and so quiet and peaceful, and the French countryside is so lovely and soul-inspiring (well, not talking about those riots that were in the paper a little while back...)

Over here, I have to behave myself and not mention anything vulgar or upsetting. I can pretend that my gaff is light and airy with a housekeeper to do those things I seem unable or too incompetent to do (i.e. clean and manage to get food in the house). I also don't have to climb a staircase to get to the 2nd story of my gaff like some people I know because we all know what would happen if I did (extreme personal injury and most likely sudden, or perhaps prolonged death). My personal secretary, whom I shall imagine looks like the alluring and provocative Sami Frey in his youth, makes sure that I am at all times well-organised and, shall we say, taken care of. (Sorry to end with a preposition.)

Boy, the more I blog about this, the better I can imagine it. Boy, can I imagine it! I might just pack up all my shite, er...belongings, and come over here to live permanently.

Just look at this layout? Is this not elegant and sophisticated? I mean, I was messing about with a scheme over at
Livejourbal, and it was so bright, it ended up looking like a cross between an Easter egg and the Irish Tricolour! I could NOT make the colours do what I wanted them to do. Here, all is colour-coordinated--well, with the exception of that lavendar Blogspirit bar on the top of my blog. It matches cj's blog, but it sorta clashes with mine. But that's probably because I don't pay any rent here. I'm sure all the freeloaders get the clashing blog bars.

Good heavens. I was just blogging along and a little window popped up and said my session would soon expire! It urged me to save my post. Do you think Blogspirit is trying to give me a nudge about being long-winded, perhaps boring? Right! That's all I need is my blogs rejecting me as well as everyone else. I guess I should hurry up here and close shop. I wanted to find a picture of the lovely and provocative Sami though before I go - just so this won't be a total waste of your time:

Baby, you can drive my car...



Well, I don't have a working car, but if I did, he could certainly drive it. He can drive anything of mine he wants as far as I'm concerned! ;-)