ALL I NEED IS LOVE

Hi Friends!

How are yous?

Things with me are exceptional! I'm loving my new place, life and the feeling that I'm am back on track for what I want to do in life, which is to be a published writer, filmmaker, activist and, the ultimate destroyer of THE CULT!

I'm working on a couple business projects, too, which I will discuss in the coming months.

I'LL TELL YA WHO'S A SLUT!

SLUT.

What do you think about when you hear that word?

The image I cannot dispel is of CUNTESSA'S contorted face, calling me a SLUT, after she read SAVE IT FOR A CHICK WHO WANTS TO HEAR YA TALK.  She insists it's SLUTTY to have NO STRINGS ATTACHED (NSA) SEX.  At this stage of my life, I think it's SLUTTY not to.

ERIN, YOU'RE KILLING ME

Intervention strikes again.  This time the subject is Erin, a gorgeous, Texas rose, fallen into the grips of Crystal Meth addiction.  She was born to Devout Christian parents who maintained a strict, conservative home, with the hopes their children would follow suit.  They chose home-school to insure the kids received Christian based curriculum.  For reasons never explained, the family relocated to Dallas, where they switched to the public school system.  This change instigated the destruction of their one time ideal life.

Respond TO A LETTER TO MY "FRIENDS" IN AA

Because my letter is a permanent page located on my blog, there is no way for people to comment.  I offer this post to solve the problem.  Please click the COMMENT link below to respond to A LETTER TO MY "FRIENDS" IN AA.

Thank You.

Buh-Bi Roommate FROM HELL!

As beautiful as the Bay Area of California is, I had to get out.  The married dude had really done a number on me. The heart break was simply more than I could bear.  Beh... still makes me misty...FUCK IT.  AND FUCK HIM FOR BEING SO GOD DAMNED WEAK.

*Ouch.*  Heart pain is the worst, huh?  DAMN STRAIGHT.

It's All Good In My Book! (warning: sexual content)

The dude was riding her from behind. He loved her ass, it was flawless and heart shaped like a porn star. He held her by her beautiful hips and thrust himself into her, slowly at first. He admired the small of her back and let his right hand trace the edge of her lower spine to the place just above her waistline. There was a tattoo embedded in a simple, black script that read "NSA."

TUES POST - Yes, I know it's WED

First let me apologize for my Tuesday post being a day late.  In truth, Saturdays' post:  NO SHIT, SHERLOCK, took a lot out of me emotionally.  The married dude calling and texting me all the time is not helping the situation at all.

No Shit, Sherlock

One of my dearest friends who lives in the Bay Area got married in May of this year.  He invited me up to his home to attend his wedding and house sit during the honeymoon. I love weddings, so I was thrilled to be invited and I looked forward to spending some time in a part of California I'd never seen before.

So What if I Smoke Weed???

I've been in and out of the halls of various rehabs and 12-step programs since my mom forced me into the first one at the ripe age of seventeen.  I had already been partying for three years, which began when I was finally hired at a posh inn located right on the water in the small New England town where I lived.  I still remember the way I haunted the managers once a week for two summers because I really wanted to work there.  Finally, in a somewhat exasperated voice, a woman on the other end of the phone line said "oh, just come in on Sunday evening."

Crazy Town- Player...

More on this soon. For now, enjoy one of my top ten favorite songs of all time. Look for the Go-Go Rach version of this coming as soon as I have permission.