(Me again, not looking at you this time)

It's hard to focus on writing my blog while my two men are here snoring in the room. Hey! Don't think that! I'm not That kinda girl… It's Daniel (My man) and Poosh (My dog).
Daniel is snoring in baritone and Poosh is snoring in tenor. Maybe I should add my vocals so at least it will sound like real music.

I've been trying to study this blog and the people who share their feeling, thought and experiences. I find that there are not enough people writing and that's a shame. Same names seem to pop up all the time, including mine.

I still haven't figured out what's wrong with my HTML codes. I just can't seem to embed music or videos. I know some of you have succeeded, so I must be doing something wrong.

Well, It's has been more than 6 months and still didn't get my Fan Pack. I wonder why. Maybe it has been sent to me but got lost in the mail. When I say "lost" I mean "stolen". I think the Israeli mail and customs workers are quite suspicious. It's not the first time that a package from the U.S has lost its way to my doorstep. A year ago I bought an art print that I'm still "waiting" for. The woman I bought it from sent it twice. And to think that I gave her a piece of my mind when it failed to arrive…. Oh well. Any way – who do I have to sleep here to get my Fan pack? Huh?

Seriously – is there anyone here that can help me with that? (Update: I got help, thank you bfs...)

Michal

רקע תכלת ריבועים ורוד בורדו

Sexy Back AND front

Alright! Something's wrong. Something's fishy.
Who stole Clay and replaced him with this hip shaking man?
I'm used to the shy mama's boy. What ever happened to him?
Don't get me wrong. He's yummier now than ever, but I wasn't expecting this.
I mean: Clay? hips? Movements? Buts? (Hubba hubba hubba!)

The only word I can think of right now is "oxymoron".
(For those who are not familiar with this word, here's a short explanation from Wikipedia:"An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines two normally contradictory terms.")


It's like a black sun, red water, blue earth and pink grass. Not logical.
But then again, when I think of it, Clay was bound to grow up someday.
No man can be a good mama's boy forever.
Clay's got to deliver. And lord have mercy on my overwhelmed pumpin' heart: He's effing the stage. He's making love to the music. He moves.

You know, he's even looks better.
I personally think that his beauty highlight was on the AI5 Finale, but here's a pic taken from Sterling Heights concert clack: his face looks kinda sorta like on AI5 finale. (Hebrew) : Shma Israel (Translated: Hear, O Israel).

When I look at this face, thinking of who he was and what became of him - I tell you right now: I could die a happy woman.






Michal

ורוד פרחים לבנים

work in progress

Elo! No Neda to leave comments at the moment.

I'm working on my blog.
But hey, I won't spank you if you will :-)
I'm mean if you really really into spanking - you can just say so and I'll whoop your behind with my magic stick (Though I'm not supposed to have one). not a problem.

SHUT UP MICHAL! S-H-U-T U-P!!!

Shalom Claydudes!

Don't Pay attention to me, I'm just playin' with my retro 70's wallpaper backgrounds.
That one i "stole" from a design i saw here (Click! Now!)

Anyway, I'm still working on this post but what i really want to do is go to sleep.

If you see Clay around, tell him to come to my 70's party later, wearing a fake pink fur coat, white-ball-squeezing-bell bottoms and 15 inch silver platform shoes and a wide red hat. If you don't want to be specific, just tell him to come over dressed like a P.I.M.P!

Oh there you are! you sneaky sneak!

Don't forget your shoes

Michal