Sep 30, 2006
I happened upon this site from a journal which I read every now and then.
Posted there was a clip from Frances's webjournal, chronicalling her dazzling life as a high priced transexual call "girl" in London.
I must say, it's something else.
Let's just start with the charming conceit of a call girl named "Frances" and go from there....I mean really...
Prepare yourself to be charmed:
Sep 25, 2006
After work today, I decided to go again for a walk in my (fairly new) neighborhood. It's just beautiful today, so, despite the pain in my feet, I figured I'd take a walk. I was not alone. All along the bayou were people walking dogs, a few boats in the water.
I particularly love the view from the bridge near my apartment (above).
If one walks about a hundred feet down, however, you can get an equally pretty picture of the skyline of downtown New Orleans rising over the water, with a line of old houses in the foreground. It's especially pretty at night.
I'm beginning to like my new neighborhood. It's not where I wanted to be. It seems so far from everything (namely uptown), but I'm beginning to think that that's not such a bad thing. It's like a whole undiscovered little world up here.
I've been here before of course, many times...but it's not until you're out and about on foot that you really start to see things.
Sep 17, 2006
A while back, I posted about a guy who had responded to an ad of mine.
He's a decorator, cute, with an even cuter cat
The last I heard of him was after his suggestion that we meet. In the interim
I finally got a phone line, and I gave him my number. I called him a day or so later and left a message. I emailed him with my number too, just to be sure he got it.
Of course, I haven't heard anything from him still.
Not sure what to make of that, but I can't say that it's never happened before.
Anyway, I'd have liked to have met him...and maybe he might contact me still, right?....despite my fear.