I need your help on how to become a pregnant stripper
So. As some of you may have noticed in my moblog my HTC Touch HD decided to have an epileptic touch screen bitch fit and is now in for repair.
I have no idea whether or not they’ll be able to fix her and frankly my enthusiasm is kind of dying here… Don’t get me wrong, I love her but one thing about her personality really annoys me. She runs on Windows Mobile. You can stop staring judgmentally at the screen now people. She’s an old lady and WM was what you had to pick from back in those days. Thing is, I am a bit of a technology slut. And while my baby has been on her recreation vacation I’ve been a little unfaithful. I’ve fallen in love with this 3.5-inch wonder (without Sarah Jones all up in my screen, thank you):

I’d totally go pregnant stripper for her. That’s how damn delicious she is. Did I mention she’s Android!?!! And that full QWERTY keyboard is just asking to be raped for some heavy blogging.
What I’d also go pregnant stripper for:
- Canon EOS 5D mark II camera
- Macro lens (50mm)
- Zoom lens (75-300mm)
- MacBook Pro
- My own old fashioned study/library room including balcony
- Magical credit card to purchase books for study
- Tim Burton’s brain
- Plane ticket home
So, who do I call? Is it to late if I can go into labor any second? If my water brakes on stage do I have to mop it up myself? Does there exist pregnant fetish strip clubs where I can make a little extra? If I’m not able to put on my own socks can I still get hired?
What would you go preggy stripper for?
Summer Heat
The next moron who asks me if I’m able to keep warm followed by pointing at my (HUGE) bump just in case I didn’t get the joke, gets a boob squirt in the eye.
Sweet baby feet
My grandmother knitted these little shoes for the little feet we cannot wait to meet..


This is a fusion of my personal reflections, my artistic playground, my junkyard for dumping bad humor and a showcase for everything that inspires me in every aspect of life. The concept of my little space here is constantly evolving as I do not myself easily fit into nice little neat boxes. Still, I do like them; I am a neurotic mother-to-be and even writing that sentence scares the shit out of me. Join me as I travel on life's miraculous path, leaving colorful footprints behind..





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