BEST soy latte in da world yo!

My morning started off kinda funny.

I woke up feeling a little uneasy, I must be honest.

"But why?" Was the question I begged towards the mornings horizon from my sexy apartments' balcony.

I waited for some time before realising how cold it was in my wonder woman undies and tincy wincy singlet. 12 degrees and shivering, I went back inside to finish off my coffee and watch Sunrise.

Ooooh Koshie. Your a gem aren't ya?!

Anyhoo, Mr trigonometry didn't catch the bus today. First time in the three or four months since I've been frequenting it.

Rahahaharrrrr! Defeat!

Jelkie victorious against the geek! Suck a fart looser!

So I get to work and sit at my computer. Something's still missing.

No magpie attacks, no early morning Johnson St muggings. Nada. Nufin. Nista.

AND THEN.....

I go to the cafe downstairs to see my boyfriends - two little cute Italian boys who call me "gorge" - short for gorgeous, you know....They're only human. They make the BEST SOY LATTE IN THE WORLD - Dash of honey and a smile on ya dial.
AND you can kinda see the ripple of their abbs through their skin tight black tee-shirts....oh yeah. I knew what was missing when I saw that ;0)

Since skulling this coffee, I've been feeling amazing. My void has been filled.

If I could have shot-gunned it, I would have, believe you me.

Tasty.

Creamy.

Puffy.

Full of zest and orgasmic mouth pleasure.

Oh yeah.

Those boys REALLY know how to do it to me @ 9 in the morning.

I CAN'T WAIT to go back again as soon as this hit wears off.

If anyone out there wants a hit, you can get it under the American Embassy on St Kilda Rd. Times Two Cafe.

Just watch out for the Afgani protesters setting fire to American flags.

And be sure not to go via the alley way near The Alfred, the only hit you'll get down that alley is NOT drinkable.

So the story isn't over, it's only just begun.

I sit back at my desk after frolicking for a while - just can't seem to get the motion in ma potion....

All of a sudden everyone's calling my name out.

"Oh my God, Jelkie! Jelkie! Come here - NOW - !"

So I swivel ever so slowly and pick myself up and drag my feet along to the desk where about 8 of my co-workers are standing....

"Hahaha! Look at you!"

It's a photo of me, growling like a tiger, being all sexy and shizzle. The photo's taken about 2 years ago at my desk. I had BIG hair.

I'm realising more and more JUST HOW BIG my hair used to be.

Better still, there was a pimple on my cheek. Still didn't stop the sexy affect though.

The hair certainly did.

Hmmmm. I hope you enjoy the photo.....WRONGTOWN!