Wednesday, 2 September 2009

RIP, Frank Milford.


Whilst 81 years might be many people's idea of hell, I am kinda sad that it won't be possible for me.

As you may have gathered, I believe in investing a lot in relationships. And I would love nothing more than to settle down, (in an unconventional kind of way), with a person I adore, who will be my companion until one of us toddles off the mortal coil.

Give me enduring passion and love, marriage, commitment, mutually satisfying sexual deviance, four cats, a great dane puppy, and a chihuaha.


  1. At first when I was reading your post and came to the last paragraph with the words enduring (eek!), love (eeekkk!!!), marriage (eeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk!) and commitment (I fainted for a while) I thought this is madness, but upon reading how Anita held Frank's hand when he passed away, I actually felt a little sad. Being 101 years old might just be bearable with that kind of devotion by your side.

  2. Trust me, it's where it's at. Everyone lets you down in the end. I want to know that there is one person who won't.


You kiss your mother with that mouth?