WATCH OUT AMERICA!

Don't doubt it for a moment - I have finally figured out how I want to live the rest of my life. After this week, I'll be moving things around until I get what I want. I definitely plan to pull all my bits and peices together. I've learned more in the last year than what to do. I have learned how to get things done. You've got to stick around to see what comes next.

HIT 'EM UP STYLE?

How is it that life just goes on? I am so frustrated. My life is not what I want it to be and there's so much that needs to be done but here I am, and no one notices.

I am a Blu Cantrell fan. I like her song. I wish I could go back in time and hit some of my exes back - real good.

inline tagging

I bet you thought I was going to talk about skates? No, I am working to provide a living for myself as a writer and I read this great article about writing taglines. So, I thought I would give it a shot. Starting today, I will be looking for tagline writing opportunities with production comapanies. I'll keep you posted.

Pork chop salad

I laugh so much here that I bet you I have added five years to my life. Today, I laughed at a guy who recycles everything in his refrigerator into salads. He says that he scrapes the fur off and cuts it up. It's all about money management. OOhhh-yahhhh.

Apple, apple, plum

Three weeks and counting. Apple, apple, plum. So where's the carrot? Who's holding the stick? Not making sense to you yet? Well, don't feel bad, you would have to be walking around in my skin and know beyond a doubt that no matter what it looks like, I'm winning. I am the teacher who gets the apple,, and the student bringing the apple. I've got a great story that's going to win the competition, the plum. I picked the carrot that keeps me motivated. I'm the only person capable of holding the stick, since I'm the only person I'll listen to.

What happened to 'just do it'?

When I was 19, 29, 39 - I still had the ability to move quickly to do what I wanted to do. This weekend I found that I have constraints that will not allow me to do certain things. They are self imposed. I have become my conscience, whole and entire. My want to do things is still there. My wish to do things is still there. My will to do things has atrophied. Is there anyone who doesn't understand that I'm talking about sex? There was a time when it was as simple as breathing, when it needed no rhetoric, no thought, no emotion, no rhyme or reason, only eye contact. Now, when I am in a place where there is opportunity many times daily, I persist in ceasing and desisting. It is so unfair. I censor myself. I'm not happy about it; but I continue to say no to offers that range from movie and sex, dinner and sex, marry me and sex, to I'll give you all my money for sex. Shouldn't wisdom and self-control make you happy with your life? I know that at this point in my life, no is the correct answer to every option that includes sex without the requisite emotion attached, but it is so lonely.

Don't ask my kids.

I view the last ninety days much differently than my children, or my mother, or the judge who would send me to jail for contempt, that is he would if I showed up in his court room with a hokey story, which I won't. Everyone has an opinion about everything that marginally concerns them. I hate that, the whole freedom of expression thing reeks if you ask me.