St. Valentines Day

Also known as; buy me some flowers, gimmie something shiny, maybe some candy, and a nice dinner...you might get some pussy. (The real thing)

Hell, it would work on me. But the man prolly got pussy from me last night, and will get some tomorrow just because I like to give it up. This year no pussy will be had. Instead I went out with my girl, got some Indian food, flirted with the waiter, did some bar hoppin, saw a band, chilled at a friends house and fell asleep around 3am. I'd say it didn't totally suck. I would have enjoyed ending the night with a boy, but my newly named Doc Johnson toy, Jacques, will do just fine. God damn do I love that thing.

Enjoy your Sunday all. Have a sexy pic =)

Let me tell you something...

I'm happy despite this pit of depression. I choose to behave or not to; choose when I'm a good girl or a bad girl. I choose peace over "war" because I can't stand any more betrayal and pain. I rely and trust in no one cause I learn from my mistakes; and yet everyone rely and trust in me. I choose the hard way when something simple is standing in front of me, with hands groping for me, reaching out for me, because I'm stubborn and hopeless. I wait for it patiently, but complain all the while. I run wild, but always come home to you and my own bed; whether you're there keeping it warm or its cold once again. I'm random when it's appropriate. I follow up but don't follow through. I write in sharpie but carry white-out. I'm loved but alone. Alone but not lonely. Forgiving but not forgetful. I'm your dream girl but I'll never be yours. The best you'll ever have and never get all of it ever again. I live every moment, enjoying the little ones, so that when the big one comes along I'll know how to react. I'm not fucked up, you are. And life is too simple and short to stand so still.

Deal with it friend, love me as I love you, don't let go, and enjoy my ride.

Sexy Saturdays!

Would you hate it if I post pointless random shit in this like I do on Twitter? I feel like I should update more but nothing happens in this tiny ass town. I'm sure you all care about my random thoughts.

I think I'm getting sick...I'm not happy about this. Working retail doesn't help. But lets be positive!! I'm alive, I'm loved, and I have a job.

So its Saturday. I proclaim Saturday in my blog as Sexy Photo Of The Week! ....day. Could be male, or female, a mix, or both! Who knows what I'm gonna find and how I'm feeling.

So lets kick it off with one of my favorite photographers that I found on Deviant Art. Michael Helms. (I beg you, click on his name and view his gallery. Some are NSFW) The man can do no wrong. Every photo I've seen I fall in love with, and yet each one has a different emotion behind it. Its not just sexy, or fetish, or beautiful. They're funny, romantic, historical, sensual and simple. Simple is why I love him so much. Can't explain it, you just have to look at his photos. Expect a lot of him on Saturdays.

Today we have Kayla. Gorgeous no? I can't say much else, what else could be said?! A great ass and a natural beauty. And once again, simple. Unfortunately I couldn't find a link to her as a model. But to see more of her check out Michael Helms and Perry Gallagher on dA!

(click photo to make it larger...you know the drill)

Don't forget to brush your musk-ox and piano your iceberg lettuce, yellow traffic cone

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Cellophane flowers of yellow and green

It's a bright, beautiful sunny day and all I want to go it be inside with the curtains drawn and be alone. Maybe it because I'm bleeding. Maybe it because of my money problems. Maybe it's because Zac is home but busy. Maybe its because of some other problems. Maybe it's all of the above. I work, I work in the yard, I eat, I watch tv and movies, I sleep. A few times Zac steals me away and I go outside. He can always make me smile, he's always had that power.

I wanna visit My Hetero-Life mate. But I'm so poor it would be boring as hell, and I'd love to go out or something.

I promise world, I'll come out soon.

'Cause you've taken too much time, To show me that you're mine

Ah yes…at least once, every girl needs to go through the drunk ex-significant other phone call. The one where they tell you that they’re happy for you and whatever you’re doing or whomever you’re with. And that they are your best friend and always will be. But they love you, you were and are the best thing to ever happen to them and they’re sorry that they messed up and lost you. And if in the future things don’t work and I want to come back, they are there waiting.

A little late…don’t ya think?

Well he’s still my best friend.

And we’ll see how things go when he’s home and we start hanging out again.

And not drunk.

He kinda had his chance…more than once.

Opinions, Silence and Bunnies.

Nothing like a friends opinion to make you re-think your life and decisions you've made.

And then I remember that I am my own person, I control my life and believe whatever happens happens.

I'm living life as it goes. Not holding my breath, not making or worrying (or trying not to) about plans or the future. I enjoy everyday (somehow).

And that is that.

P.S: Silence is a beautiful thing. I think humanity now a days take it for granted. No one slows down to breathe, listen, and take the world's little things in. Because it's the little things that matter and make life beautiful. Like bunnies... I love bunnies.

It's also the little things that make me rage...just putting that out there.