Passion

I love what I do, I love my job. ~ Pharrell Williams

I think a lot of times it's not money that's the primary motivation factor; it's the passion for your job and the professional and personal satisfaction that you get out of doing what you do that motivates you. ~ Martin Yan

My mom is a woman of diverse talent. She has had dozens of jobs through her life from banking to nursing to running daycares, but there has only been one passion that she truly that she absolutely loved beyond all else. It has been counselling. Over the last decade or so, she has gradually moved from teaching into couselling, she got her Doctorate in Educational Psychology and wrote an awesome book!

She was the Head of the Couselling Department at this renown university in Nigeria for the last 2 years. I say was, because as of Friday, she is no longer the HOD.

She is now the Vice President of Student Affairs. Whoa!

My mom is the most humble person I know, and she doesn't toot her own horn at all. So let her proud daughter do it for her. Not only did she get the job without even having to interview...she got it because the students that she works with all went to the President of the university and told him that they wanted my mom's to be their new VP. I'm soooo proud of her!

When people ask me what I want to be when I grow up...the answer is simple. I want to be like my mom. I want to find my passion, love my passion, be successful in my passion and help people with it.

Now I just have to buckle down and write the damn book already!

An Ode to Friends

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. ~ Mark Twain

I am so utterly happy this week. I don't know what it is that has me all giddy and happy it's just that I am. Nothing really special to write home about going on in my neck of the woods, but for some reason, I'm caught in between moments of great hilarity and euphoria.

Maybe it's all those endorphins I've been getting from working out...

My partner in crime, Claire has been chilling at my place on and off for several weeks now. It all started when she got the flu...so she came over so that I could spoil her and take care of her. Then I got sick, and she was there for me. It seems like we have kind of gotten into this really cool routine of having each other underfoot. You would think that I would get tired of having her here or vice versa but so far, it's been almost six weeks and a match made in heaven. We are thinking of getting an apartment together in the not too distant future. I think we will make great room-mates; she can clean the bathroom, and I can take out the trash.

She is also the one that has had such a pivotal role into getting me to exercise and live a healthier lifestyle, taught me how to meditate and find my inner voice and has been a great source of joy and entertainment ever since I've met her.

It's hard to believe that we are going onto about 9 months of knowing each other, and I feel like I've known her forever! When I'm all weak and whiny, she humors me then lashes me into shape...and I provide a reality check for her. Like I said, it's the perfect symbiotic relationship.

I've been fortunate through all my life to be surrounded by good friends and a great family. I don't think that I would enjoy each phase of my life so joyfully if not for my friends and family to support me.

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things About Vixen's BFFs
(Best Friends Forever)

1. My first BFF ever, besides myself, was my darling younger sister. She was born exactly 1 year, 2 weeks, 1 hour, 30 mins and 2 seconds AFTER me, which yes, means that although she is bigger, she is very much younger!
   
2. Of course, the sis after her, the Genius had to gang up with her favorite sister, the baby of the household against us bigger siblings. Oh the drama, oh the trouble we gave them. We fought almost every other day, and it was always the Older Sisters vs the Younger Sisters. Sometimes they even managed to win!
3. Moving right along, the first friend I had outside of my siblings turned out to be this girl I rode the bus with to school. I was 6 and I remember calling her names. Why she became my friend, I have no idea but we ended up at the playground every day. Another memory...she would eat my olives in the cafeteria and I would eat her brownie. At the end of the school year she moved away; and I didn't really forge any more friendships until after we moved away too.
   
4. I went to an all girls Catholic middle high school. On the first day of school, I met this girl that I nicknamed T Square. She was really funny and came home with me on many occasions. We had the same classes and everything, and spent alot of time outside school together. Whenever I missed school due to my illness, she would bring home assignments and gossip making sure I didn't miss a thing. Our friendship came to a gradual end when I switched cities AND schools. We keep in touch via email now, apparently she is happily married to some guy named Richard.
5. Around 10, I met my first really close female friend outside She is actually the oldest friend I still have, and I remember that I STOLE her from my younger sis. Yeah, she was her BFF first, but somehow she ended up being mine! It wasn't until we got to high school that we really bonded and caused all kinds of mischief on the campus. We were called Double Trouble, had code names for ourselves/everyone we knew and learned to speak fluently in Pig Latin! Good times!
6. Kat introduced me to BFF #6. I only knew her for a year before I moved to the US but she hung out with me a Kat for the whole school year. We ended up matchmaking her with Kat's older brother who had a HUGE crush on her. After he broke her heart...she never really got close to us again. Sorry sweets!
7. So I moved to the US and then went off to school in Alabama. The first person I clicked with was Stacey. She was born in England and has this delectable accent even though she's been in the States for 8 years. We ended up sharing an apartment and she guided me through the fashion hazard that was me blossoming to my youth. Under Stacey's tutelage, I rarely if ever had a bad hair day. My dating years officially started here too. We would take before and after pix of her glamming me up...she opened the doors of vanity! Here is another happily married friend to add to the roster.
8. On the first day of nursing school, I met this really intelligent girl. She was my rival and greatest competition through each of my nursing classes and even though we were rivals we forged an awesome friendship. We would study together, daydream together, and even eat in the cafeteria, envisioning our lives 5 years down the road. After graduation, we went our seperate ways but still kept in touch. On moving to Cali...guess who lives 15 minutes down the road? We now have our bonafide lunches that we had daydreamed about back in the day and talk about nursing and everything else!
9. I moved back to campus my last year of school so I could focus more on studying (which really was code for party on campus!). Anyway, the first day I had moved to the dorm, I'm lying on my bed blasting music when I hear a knock via the bathroom door. It was my suitemate, N--and she had just come to say hello and introduce herself. Although she was 3 years younger than me, N is very mature for her age and we ended up spending alot of time together. She furthered the beautification of Vixen where Stacey had left off and taught me how to play spades. She lives in Atlanta now, pursuing her dreams and we talk every single week.
10. N introduced me to Joycii. They were both BFFs and she lived 2 floors below us. Joycii is a fiesty, outspoken and very sexy female, who curses fluently in Spanish and English. I know that definitely her veracity and outspoken-ness rubbed off on me, as well as everything and anything N and her knew about sex. The pair of them were a pair of trouble, just like Kat and I were back in the day. We played spades daily, and even do so regularly till this day. Guys...you can thank them for the beginning of my sexual renaissance. I moved to the East Coast, much to N and Joycii's horror after graduation. Joycii and I have regular gabfests every couple of days.
11. On moving to the East Coast...I despaired of finding a decent female friend. Baltimore chicks are very, very different from all the women I have ever come in contact with, and I just never really clicked with anyone. Enter PoeticVixen. We met online, from Match.com...she had just moved to the area. We hung out regularly and she was my weekly movie buddy when lil sis wasn't available. Poetic is a few years older than me, with tons of experience and street smarts under her belt. She is the first to call the BS meter and helped me keep my head out of the clouds on alot of occasions. Daily call time...2.15PM PST.
12. Somewhere during this whole lifespan....my older sis and I got really close. We never really grew up around the same place but we spent several long and fun summers together at the turn of the millenium. Is it possible to have too many sisters that are all your BFFs? I think not! All my sisters are my BFFs:)
    
13. Once again, I moved...this time to sunny Cali. Enter Claire. Once again I met her off the internet, she is a nurse as well, and first thought that I was trying to get her to swing with me and my boyfriend. When she finally believed that I wasn't going to try and seduce her...we really started getting close and spend every single day together. We're like an old married couple, it's almost nauseatingly sweet!
    

Ok, I'll quit while you are still reading. Here's another successful (albeit late) TT.

Competition

Competition brings out the best in products and the worst in people. ~ David Sarnoff

Ok, I know this is turning into an exercise blog but I just have to let you guys in on a little something. There is nothing like the competitive edge to drive the body's engine.

The other day, I came to the gym, and there was this lithe and slender girl about my age on My Bike! Now, sure, I didn't pay for it, but I go to the gym around midnight, there are 6 other bikes sitting in a row, why does she have to pick mine? Anyway, I amble on to the bike beside her...which isn't bad, it's just not my bike!

I snooped on her stats and she had just started riding about a minute before I got there. Without further ado, I started the bike and decided right then and there that I wasn't going to get off the bike until she did! Yeah Vix, you can totally take her! encourages my mind.

Normally, I just hit about 20 minutes doing cardio and head over to the weights. We were doing the same level, the same everything so I figured in 20 minutes, her skinny self should have huffed away. Besides, you are in decent shape, you can open up a can of whup ass! You're from Nigeria...you come from good stock.

20 minutes later, she was still there! Grrrrr! What's a girl gonna do? I amped up my iPod and brazened on, thinking that surely in a few minutes more she would quit. Yeah, she is so going to quit. Look at her, sweating and breathing hard...won't be much longer now. You got this!

24....25....26, I watched the clock go by with trepidation. By this time, I'm the one wheezing, reorganizing my priorities and thinking it's not worth it if I die on the stationary bike in the quest of a 2 second ego boost. Remember...the heifer was on YOUR Bike, therefore you have to show her who's boss.

27....28....Damn, I'm sooo past myself at this point. My heart is thumping like a metronome and I'm sweating fiercely. But there is no way in hell I'm giving up before she did. Yeah...babe...you..er...*huff*...you....to--tally...got...*huff*...th-this!

29...30..., ok maybe dying in the quest of glory isn't such a good idea after all. How will I be able to look at my bike the same way again? I can't give up, I can't! But...*gasp*...if...you...don't gi--giive... up, ...*strangled breath through tortured lungs*...you...are...g-go-going...to...die! Oh...Now you think I'm going to die? Shut up you fucking traitor!

FINALLY! She stops the machine and starts her cooldown. I barely manage a smile between my gasping breaths. I just have to do one minute longer.

She left before I even finished my cooldown. But she didn't miss the smirk that I managed to give her as I dragged my achy bones off that bike. She smirked right back at me. See you next time, was the unspoken invitation.

I'll be here. And I'll kick your ass again, I silently vowed.

Counting Calories

Do you know how many calories are in butter and cheese and ice cream? Would you get your dog up in the morning for a cup of coffee and a donut? ~ Jack LaLanne

I joined this website a couple of weeks ago to provide an online documentation/journal of what I actually eat & drink plus counts my workouts. It's like your own lifestyle change journal...except it's online.

Anyway, in the quest of counting calories, I have found out on this website that...

45 minutes of high intensity sexual play burns 22 calories.

Which isn't really that much, it's like 1 Oreo cookie. Just thought I would share this with you all. Spread the word.

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things that Vixen Loves About Her Body WARNING: This post is very, very narcissistic and self loving. Continue at your own risk. And don't bitch to me about how much I love myself. For starters, I would like to thank my wonderful mother for giving me the most beautiful genes that any daughter could wish for. I love my great genes:) They say that eyes are the windows to one's soul. Well mine are almond shaped, with thick lashes unabashedly covering mesmerizing cappacino obsidian eyes. Moving right along, my dad just had to add his contribution to the gene pool, by bequeathing me with nice long fingers and strong fingernails. Rumor has it that creative people tend to have long fingers:) Big, bouncy butt. Not overly huge, but big enough to make an impact in those sexy jeans. High, firm and round...no sagging there. Long, long shapely legs. Yeah, I was actually bored one day and measured them. 44 inches from hip to toe on each leg. My hair...even though sometimes it tend to get in my way and not follow directions, it's thick, black and grows without too much hassle. I can even get away with not wrapping it most nights and it still looks decent. To the other hair on the rest of my body, thanks for not growing in difficult to groom places and for being just a really fine spattering that I get compliments on how smooth my legs are (even when I don't shave). The twins. Thanks for remaining firm, perky and supple..and not falling down my chest (yet). My nose...the center of my face. I used to have a nervous tic when I was younger that somehow produced a fine scar across my nose. But even so, I still look quite dashing. My smile, known for it's effusiveness. It's one of those smiles that makes you smile right back (or so I've been told.) Nice, straight teeth with no need for braces or the like. Like I said, good genes. My toes. They are sooo pretty. Especially when all glammed up with nail polish. My neck, it does all the hard work of holding up my head swollen with pride all day long, so I do have to thank it for managing to look slender despite all that stress:) My skin...chocolatey brown, it glows and shines all the time. I don't have to use any beauty products and still it looks like a million bucks. My back. Those backless shirts that I've invested in really pay off. It's smooth, no scary hairs in stray places and just...so beautiful. Ok, I realise now that I can go on forever, but I'll quit while you are still reading. Yes, I'm in love with myself, and you should be too. Links to other Thursday Thirteens! Suspension of Disbelief The Breathing Room The Fountain Pen The Girl Next Door The Idle Receptionist The Median Sib The Movie Monkey The Sassy Lime The Shizzle The World According to Me This Is A Test Trying to Catch Up Turtle Thoughts


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Valentine's Day

I feel bad for people who die on Valentine's Day. How much would flowers cost then, ten grand? ~ Jay Leno

There has got to be a reasonable explanation why my darling sister (the Lawyer) feels the exact same feelings that I have about V-day. Maybe it's a family thing...lol

The whole concept of romantic, overpriced dinners followed by the cliche of marriage proposal's or passionate nights only to wake up from the stupor to another day in your "real life". I mean I don't mind the Cinderella idea of it that allows you to think for one night that your "pumpkin" of a Honda civic is a beautiful "chariot" or limo; your too short, too tight, too expensive "gown-like" outfit will return to the state of jeans "rags"...the next day. No! I am upset at the fact that capitalism has once again plagued on a romantic or beautiful notion and made it so commercial it has once again lost it's intimacy and realism.

I couldn't have said it better myself. Bravo, lil sis. Read the rest of it right HERE. Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate Valentine's day in a cynical, jaded sort of way; but I really don't like the abject pandering and consumerism. This feeling is a direct parallel with the emotions I experienced during Christmas.

In my book, Valentine's day is just another day for the sales and recreation industry to make loads of cash. Sure, they say it's all about reminding the guy to show the woman in his life that he cares, which in itself is decent- but does that care have to be accompanied by oodles of chocolates, red roses and all that other shit? Is there no other way to show that he really cares? Why should a price tag be attached to the amount of love you have for a person?

I would rather he showed me he loved me every other single day of the year, through his thoughts, words and actions than spend a whole day catering to the lowest demoninator of all...cold, hard cash.

That being said...Happy Valentine's Day everyone:)

Exercise

To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state. If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors. ~ Al Oerter

Everything you do in life, I don't care, good or bad - don't blame God, don't blame the devil, don't blame me, blame you. You control everything! The thoughts you think, the words you utter, the foods you eat, the exercise you do. Everything is controlled by you. ~ Jack LaLanne

In the quest of taking control of my life, I've added exercise to my daily routine. The first week was rough, and I only made it in twice. The second week just ended...made it in 3 times. So next week I'm shooting for five times:)

I'm currently reading Diana Gabaldon's Fiery Cross. It's a hefty size, about 978 pages or so. But utterly riveting! I took the book with me to the gym that last few times and it's been immensely beneficial in keeping me focused and not perishing as I did my cardio workout. With that, I also have my Ipod, so I'm totally in the zone. I exercised on a Saturday nite...before I went out that evening. Let's see how long this lasts.

Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Perhaps if I keep this litany in my mind I will stay with the program.

Naughty naughty...

I would expostulate on the things that made me ace this test, but I know that my family reads this blog and I don't want to traumatise them. Needless to say...Vixen is a very, very naughty wench.

Open Letter to DSW

Dear Owner/CEO of DSW,

Don't take any of this personal, I totally dig your store I really do. But when I'm in a self-proclaimed STRICT budget situation, now is not the time to start opening up a new store in my neck of the woods. Even worse is letting my friend the shoe lover know about it and drag me there on her day off.

I fought the urge...I really, really did yall, but it was soooo tempting.

There were shoes everywhere, in all shapes and sizes. I almost hyperventilated just looking at the wide array. I decided to be a good girl, and headed off to the clearance section, thinking that I could get away with scouting empty shelves and calling it a day.

But in size 9, there were 4 fully stocked shelves. Of every kind of shoe under the sun just waiting, begging to be touched. I tried to resist, I really did. I just walked through the rows and didn't try anything on. At first.

Until I came across this really hot pair of slingbacks, in that perfect shade of violet that would match the purse I got for Christmas. I tried them on, and they fit...and were 75% off already marked down price. With bated breath, I put them back, but kept glancing at them...they were calling me.

That was the end of my resistance. I crumbled like a deck of cards, grabbed my new slingbacks put them in a tote bag and perused all the shelves to my hearts content. The clearance sale was too ridiculously enticing to pass up. I'm $87.84 dollars poorer than I started the day with.

Shame on you for putting me in this situation. I'm only 36 days into my "Spend Less, Save More" yearly resolution and I've totally flaked.

But I got six pairs of really sexy shoes.

I would appreciate it if you do not let this happen again. Thanks for your anticipated cooperation in this matter.

Sincerely,
Vixen.

Family

A happy family is but an earlier heaven. ~ George
Bernard
Shaw

No matter what I go through, it's great knowing that my family always has my back. If I could come back as a different person, in another life, I would still pick the family that I have right now.

For starters, my dad is the coolest dad ever. I know that everyone thinks their dad is the best but seriously, mine is. When we were kids, all our friends would come by to our house on the weekends, and just chill out. He tells the funniest stories, and we all will just sit around listening to him, re-enacting history and making us all laugh. Other times, he would bring out the guitar...My dad can play any song from Yankee Doodle to old time cultural tunes. He is gregarious, effusive and very friendly. Most of our friends were in awe of him and they totally respected his wishes. His word was law...unless my mom had her way. Although from the old school, he loves us all deeply and is never afraid to show it. Hugs, kisses and kind words were the norm in our household, mainly because of my effusive father. He can even be at times more emotional than my mom! However, noone could ever think he was a pushover. Nothing escapes my dad's notice, and paired with my mom, they could sniff out our lies before we even fully formulated them. Negative traits: He can't say no to anyone, spreads himself thin, and so ends up taking too many responsibilities and has too much on his plate. This is where Mother dearest comes in and straightens everything out!

My mom...is an absolute genius in the kitchen. Even with a bare pantry, she could whip up delectable dishes that had people all at our place trying to get some tasty meals. She was always hospitable, very generous and made everyone feel comfortable. You could see her behind the scenes, teaching us how to be 'proper hostesses' and showing us by example how to make everyone feel welcome. My dad was the entertainer, and she was the hospitality service. She had her way with my dad though, knew how to manage him (a trick noone else can master!), and he loves her so dearly that he can't deny her a thing. Negative traits: Hmmm, she has none. Yep, my mom is a paragon of virtues. The only thing I can think of is that sometimes she is too nice, if that is possible.

My older sister (pictured in the middle)...is quiet at first, but she appraises the conversation with a critical eye. When she does enter the conversation, it's usually to articulate a point of view that we hadn't thought about before. She could see both sides of the fence, and also see the motivation and psychology behind the actions. Yeah, now she is counselor/psychologist just like my mom. Negative traits: She psychoanalyzes everyone and everything all the time. It's second nature to her and we are all at her mercy!

Then there is my brother...the BIG Brother, who felt it was his place to put the young pups sniffing around his sisters in their place. With my bro around, there was pretty much no hanky panky, many guys who got past the awe of dating one of my father's daughters found themselves having to contend with him. We trained him well, he knows how to cook, manage the home and will make someone a really great husband. Negative traits: He is too handsome and charming for his own good. I can't even count how many hearts he has broken inadvertantly in his odd 27 years on this earth.

Of course, I was next, mostly in the background, just watching everything. Or upstairs reading a book. I used to be more introverted, but I guess college brought out the Vixen in me. Negative traits: I'm sure you know most of them already. I'm narcisstic, vain and very proud. And those are the relatively not as bad negative traits.

Right after me, is my sister henceforth known as the Lawyer. She is just a year younger than me, utterly charming, very feisty and argumentative. She loves debating, and can pick any issue and turn it into a flaming discussion. Most of the conversations either revolved around a debate, or listening to one of her or my dad's stories. They both have that amazing talent of telling a story, that puts the listener right in the thick of the action. Over the years, she has mellowed a lot, but still has the fires simmering underneath all that maturing. It just takes the right prodding to bring it out...and I excel at that:) She is very protective of her family and has gotten into alot of fights when we where younger, just protecting the 'family name' or beating the crap out of some kid who maligned a weaker sister (me/the Engineer) Negative traits: She won't let a sleeping dog lie, she loves being argumentative and might be a tad judgemental.

The next, is our family genius aka, the Engineer. We all have lived vicariously through her as she breezed through college with a 4.0. Now, she is as good as pushing our buttons as I am, and cuts through the BS with a sarcastic wit that can't leave you laughing as she tartly rips your idea to shreds. When we were kids she was definitely very shy. She is a bookworm after my own heart and most times could be found with her nose in a book instead of in the thick of action. She is a born mediator and has the ability to effectively calm down the warring factions of the more passionate members of our family..aka my dad, The Lawyer, Big Bro and Miss Popularity. A few choice words, both members are placated, brought to see each other's point of view-- and the war is over. Negative traits: She can be too fact based and analytical, seeing everything without the cloud of emotions. Sometimes comes off sounding uncaring, it's mainly because she is used to dealing in facts and figures.

Last but not least is the most popular girl of our family. Everyone knows her. There is something about the way she can make friends with almost everybody that utterly fascinates me. She definitely inherited that from my dad. She is in college right now, PreMed, and is known by almost everyone on her 5,000 student body. When we were kids, she was never really in our age group, so it was hard to be on the same level with her. But the years have demolished the age barrier, and now she surprises me at times with her keen insights of maturity. My little sister is all grown up. Negative traits: She talks to damn much! But I guess being the youngest, she has to make herself heard.

Add the revolving door of friends, family, innumerable cousins and relatives and you pretty much have my family tree. Even though we are thousands and thousands of miles apart, every Sunday, when it's Noon for me, 3pm for the East coast siblings and 9pm in Nigeria, we all get on the phone and talk for a couple of hours. It's a ritual that we are all used to, noone schedules anything then, and if you miss the weekly family gabfest, you had better have a REALLY good excuse. Can you imagine your whole family talking on the phone for two hours? It's always a riotous, delightful time.

Anyway, enough reminiscing. Guess I have to survive the week until Sunday. Wishing all of you a great week, from my family to yours.

Google Rocks!

1- Go to www.google.com
2- Type in "Failure", without the quotes
3- Instead of clicking on "Search" hit "I'm feeling Lucky"
4- See what comes up!
5- Tell your friends before the people at Google fix it

I know that some of you voted for him
but you have got to admit it's friggin' hilarious!
Have a lovely week!

Hahahaha!!!

You're an Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantityYou've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks offAnd you're adaptable, giving each partner what they craveWhen it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Food Allergy

The American public is not aware that there might be potential allergenic and toxic reactions. . . . With regular food, at least people know which foods they have an allergy to. ~ Jeremy Rifkin

I have never ever had a food allergy, so I'm really hard pressed to know what it feels like. However, yesterday my friend and I headed to the mall for a bit of therapeutic shopping. We had transversed just the first floor of the mall when we decided to stop and grab dinner at this exotic Chinese Dim Sum Restaurant.

All I ordered was the fried rice with chicken, so it boggles my mind how I ended up waking up with a fat lip today. I did try Claire's tofu and string bean entree, mayhap that is it. My lips are huge, Angelina Jolie huge. There are no other visible signs of an allergy besides the swollen lips.

Even though I loved my original lips, I'm sure that these new allergy lips will be something to write home about. So far, noone has remarked upon them (so maybe my lips are just having delusions of grandeur.)

Anyway, I'm off to go eat some leftovers.

Song of 2005

I got this from Lushy's blog and just had to share the joy:)

Your 2005 Song Is

Trapped in the Closet by R. Kelly "And now I'm in this darkest closet trying to figure out Just how I'm gonna get my crazy ass out this house" For you, 2005 was all about insane drama!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

Considering everything I've gone through last year, I really have to agree with this one. Plus, I actually like that song!

Water and Wine

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water. ~ Mark Twain

To my darling 15 regular readers...just wanted to let you know that I'm alive and kicking. As you can see, I'm not crying anymore. I've been working on putting a better output on the Bad Girls Guide as well as Baggage Reclaim. (which I know you haven't visited in a while...head on over!)

In addition to that, I started a new sex blog that I've been seriously working on. Chances are, if you are the stalker type, you might find it. You might already even be reading it. But there is noooo way I'm giving you the direct link of here. Not even if you try to bribe me with shortbread cookies.

I wrote a beautiful post earlier, but somehow because IE sucks and I always forget to use Firefox, I totally lost it and had to re-type.

I've been reading alot, re-reading my greatest literary classics as well as the new books I got from eBay. It is so easy for me to lose myself in a good book for hours, regardless of what is going on around me. I found my solace, my peace and somehow regained my composure.

Books are the best.