Running the Wheel....

It's Monday!!! Awww...arghhhh!!!!! Gods, I really hate it! And knowing that that's the reason my alarm clock rang off it's shelf, which is the reason I woke staggering from a terrific dream, which is the reason I didn't want to wake up, which is the reason........

Oh, shit. There was I, in the throes of passionate embrace with this muscly (yet intelligent), brooding (yet sensitive), young (yet mature beyond his years) AND handsome (yet got the hots only for Moi, [you can see why it's only a dream]) hunk....

I can't actually remember what was being said (who does in this circumstances? I was sure-as-hell thinking kiss me kiss me KISS ME NOW, IDIOT!) but i definitely think it'd go like this:

'Oh, my Fragrant Nutmeg of the SE of A,
my Sparkling Pierre in the Desert of Sahara,
my Exquisite Rainbow in the Thundering Waterfall of Jurong Birdpark.....
Kiss me...'

His manly voice intoned.

And I would likely have said:

'Shut up and Kiss me, you fool...'

or maybe...
'Yea, baby! Let's get this steam enging going...*growl...*'

or even..
'Quick lah! My alarm clock gonna scream anytime!'

So thus, with all the pleasantries over and done with....
He leaned to kiss me...

his face was just about to focus through my astig-laden eyes when of cos, the inevitable happened....

*ZHAO AN! NI HAO MAH! ZHAO AN! NI HAO MAH! ZHAO AN.....!!!!!!*

*groan* If it weren't such an expensive talking clock (made in cheena, china!), i'd have pound it into the wall.... it'll stay half-buried in the Bikini-Bottom paintwork as an example to the fellow clockwork in my room to never ka-qiao the boss when she's clutching her bolster a little too tightly to her flat chest....

Oh hello, dreary Life, here I come...