First some stories. While on holiday in the south of France
Eli had an allergic reaction to something. 2 hours later, some excellent
experiment design and marker pen use later I still hadn't discovered what it
was. I could only conclude that she was allergic to me or nothing at all. And,
as I couldn't leave her- it was impossible to conduct a fair scientific test...
When I was a child I liked making potions and as anyone in my chemistry class
can attest to- I never grew out of this stage....I am currently conducting a
test to objectively categorise people’s sense of smell, and possible taste in
food as well.
This leads me to my actual homojournalist house design. I
highly suspect me being left alone with a few other sciencey people will result
in....this.
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| Bluebell!!! |
I propose we dedicate a floor to this....
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| It's so shiny and white- like heaven |
I may be getting carried away here, but this is after all my
dream house. I will second the other homojournalists motions for us to each
have a sex room of our own design. I would however, like to take this one step
further and propose that we each design a couple of floors in the mansion. (don’t
be afraid to dream a little bigger darhling). I can have my lab, partly for mad science,
partly for kinky white coat related hanky panky. But, I can also have my
dungeon and 4 poster princess bed, without worrying about a clash in taste.
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| This is also completely necessary. |
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| As are these..... |
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| ....And of course these.... |
As you may have understood from previous posts. I am at
heart a nerd. Left to my own devices I would not sleep, but build a nest. I
would read hundreds of books a week, and only leave my nest to eat, have sex
and possibly use the bathroom (I say possibly use the bathroom because dialysis
may be a legit option). Thus, the homojournalists need one of the libraries
pictured below. Trinty college library is enough to make me regret not going
down the Oxbridge route. But, no fear one day I’ll break in and if I can’t read
the books, I’ll make do with banging a professor on the desk.
So, sex, books and science- why aren’t I hosting grand
designs I here you ask? It may be due to the vodka water dispenser I would also
require, and the vast quantities of apple trees I would demand in our orchard.
But, I think that this place will one day be a reality- as soon as I win the
lottery and my insanity becomes distinguished eccentricity instead of criminal.
Thank-yee for reading pets,
Lots of love Mel
xxx
