Box talk

Jonathan Ross is a twat. He just spent ages telling Sharon
Osbourne that back in the Ozzy days she looked like a woman who was destined to live a life with cats (what's wrong with that?) and he's all over the poxy Lee Ryan... 'You look gorgeous Lee'. I think Lee's got a bit chubby... He doesn't float my boat at all.
I have a fixation with female facial hair. I had a friend once who suddenly seemed to sprout facial hair... Long white hairs from her chin and upper lip, that she ignored. I couldn't take my eyes off them. So now I inspect my face every night and keep watch for anything lurking there, ready to embarrass me at any second.
That girl's not any friend of mine any more.
I was thinking about my friends today. A strange bunch, not one of them in the box... All lurking round the edges... Some of them under the box flaps (prob masturbating), some wandering off with no hope of being caught and put back in. Some of them drawing on the box with big black ink.... 'I wuz yer 2005'
Me and Collette often have conversations about people we know. The 2.2 family unit, church going, Sunday car washing, Saturday night missionary position love making (they don't shag)
You know though, sometimes I look through house windows and see the bright lights inside and wish that was me.
That I wasn't so cold outside my box. Maybe I need a scarf.
Then there's the fear of being trapped inside damn Box and suffocating. Probably means I shall never hook up with someone permanently again.
I have a desire to be loved and cherished... probably more cherished than loved. For someone to really think I am pretty special.
More chance of Jonathan Ross getting some real style... eww what is he wearing tonight?