The Masterful Ingredients

How to make a the masterful surprise:
3 parts anger
5 parts brilliance
1 part joy
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add fitness to taste!
Do not overindulge!
Use as you see fit.lovely.girls.

Neu New Noveau

Another new year is just very literally around the corner, and all the resolutions are flooding through the..er..flood gates like a monkey on heat. This year the resolutions have come in early, with crazy active lifestyles and the cigarette quit more imminent.Ar, such a lazy Friday here at work. The iPOD is out of battery (hence charging) and the woman who plays MixFM is on leave, so that leaves no music but aircond noise and muffled traffic. 3 more hours to go; till I can go home and sleep (maybe) and look at my sexy pretty Talho. And maybe eat. AAr. Me be off now. Got some white ninja to read up on.

Sarah Carter makes me so hot.

Dip Them Lights Down Low

Xmas is now. It's here. It's inevitable. It's a merry one. Though not as merry as I'd expect. I'm here sat down typing this (yet again) listening to Home Made Kazoku's Shounen Heart, waiting and pondering over xmassy lunch plans, glancing at the nirvash typeZERO and maybe wondering about Talho's immensely interesting but perfectly formed breasts. This is the time for reflection, much like a mirror; but not on physical objects, instead on the outcome of the year. It's been one, weird but very very different year. 2005. It's been a year of hopes and dreams coming true as well as a year of re-positioning and rearrangement of priorities. However, as with every year, there are countless things that have turned out not as they should. But those were pretty much expected. Well, as of now, it seems that there is a very big difference in perception from the beginning of the year in almost every aspect of life with the exception of my rather excessive addiction to pretty girls.

Let them good times roll.

Wet Leather

It's 5:44pm on a Friday. Eve before the eve of Xmas. I'm surrounded by toys though, as the ones I ordered a week ago finally arrived an hour ago (sorry Theo) and the sky outside is so glum I can almost imagine the flying demons in the rain. Or Kate Beckinsale. Oh how I love her. What interests me is that when I sit here in the office, I tend to have this really horny mindset. And a boosted imagination to boot. Weird. Damn I can't stop thinking about tight asses and tender tits. In wet leather. Better leave before I do the pony.

Pointless Pondering

Admittedly, it's been a while since our last update as I've been pretty (preoccupied that is) with events that suddenly pop out of nowhere. Maybe it's the festivities normally associated with this time of the year. But I think maybe not. Whatever the reason (and the reason's not you), that reason is irrelevant anyway. Pointless as well. Here I am, sat in front of my office workstation (with nothing to do at the moment due to a sudden halt in all proposed workloads) listening to Ashlee Simpson's Autobiography on my shuffle which might or might not be sold off in the next few days. But I fear to think what my days here would be like without music. My music that is. We've got Mix FM on pretty much 9-5 which really doesn't play Boyfriend or something, though I've heard Julio Iglesias's Moonlight Lady one too many times. So there. Xmas is around the corner again, and while I don't share the same enthusiasm as last year, I do feel more like doing the xmas thing. Y'know, get a tree and roast reindeer. Or something. However, at the end of it all, the fact remains that xmas is only five days away, and that's another five from new year's day, also a song by U2. The point being, which one do you look forward to? Reindeer or 2006? Elves or Fireworks? I know what I did the past few new year's. Absolutely nothing. And for some reason, I think it's going to be the same this year. And I don't really care.

Oh yeah as usual, any lovely girl that wants to get some tis' season in style can contact The Masterful Surprise team at the usual address and we'll just come right on over.

Bite your hat girl. Mmm. You look so naughty.

Shallow Waters

What is it about being shallow that makes it bad? In fact, what is so wrong about liking good design? In essence, I believe that is all it really is, an appreciation of good design over trivial values such as personality. Right about now, I can just almost hear all those girl readers starting a riot and shouting about how girls or women should never be treated as objects. But really, who are you trying to kid? I have yet to meet one girl that hasn't put good looks or even objects above personality at any point of their relationship. Because, in the end, it is the very first step of attraction. But. Hear me out. Good looks are very subjective. Some people like a monkey looking girlfriend. Others don't. I'm not saying personality doesn't help in any relationship. I just believe it takes a back seat to a hot/sweet/gorgeous piece of ass. And by that I mean face (although to some people translate that in measurements of tits, body curvature and some just plain ass). And then theres always that small literal piece of fact that will back me in my fight for shallow-ity. Everyone, no I mean everything is an object. We live in a dimension/world/space where everything is an object to begin with. And that means you and I are entities of physical attributes. So. Being treated as an object isn't harsh because that's what you are to begin with. Ok. ok. Look at it this way, would you spend your good, hard earned cash on an ugly car/bag? Probably not. People are only limited to attaining certain objects because of ability. Or simply because they have very different taste. I do believe that if you spend enough time with a certain someone/something you can learn to like/love it but to a certain degree, it would only mean you've gotten used to it/her/him. Why bother to do this when your choices are limitless? So. In the end I say this. You only say that you appreciate personality over a beautiful girl because you a) have bad taste b) your tolerance to bad design is higher that normal and/or you have some sort of personality/practicality fetish c) your obtaining abilities are limited d) you are shrouded by that feeling called temporary insanity (also known as love in some social circles) e) you have gotten used to bad design.

So there.

THIS IS THE MASTERFUL SURPRISE.