Sexed up
Had lunch at Trix's with Kurt today. She made us meatballs with incidents (involving the cook and host getting locked out of her home for a crucial hour or so) and we shot right after eating because we're that rude and because she was in a rush to visit her sick sweety, lovely Nick.

Kurt, Trix and i exchanged our doses of Sex And The City (you give me the third i return the fifth and get the fourth and sixth while here's your Sedaris book...) and as a result i'm the lucky holder of the last season of Carrie's foursome. Sex all over the living room at Uma and Pablo's. Plus our new TV set arrived this morning. Perfect timing.

After lunch, Kurt and i strolled around until we landed at the DVD area of the Fnac store -did you know that they've launched a special edition of 'Dancing with Wolves' that includes 50 extra minutes????- and i discovered i was so tired all of a sudden, i could barely walk around the carpet.

That's what you get when you think you're wondergirl and can walk to and back from Trix's flat. That's exactly what you get when you say to yourself: 'My pregnant body needs some exercise'. But i don't want to bore you with pregnancy stuff, because that's exactly what i do here, at Coming Up Next.

Now, there's an introduction.