Oh me, oh my!
So much to report, I can't catch my breath. Ya see, when you wear many hats... ya just don't have enough heads for them. haha I've been dipping my fingers in several soups, as they say.
--Studying for Permit Test and brushing up on my Cocktail & Beer Knowledge
--Going to become a part of Xio Axelrod's Street Team. Viva la Xiomaniacs!! Viva erotica!!
All while attempting to save money for the big push back East and the general workings of living life. Bah! But life is good, I'm happy and really can't wait to be back home and in my city. I crave the independence (no pun intended) and the good money I stacked. Most of all I miss my family and friends, the leisurely feeling of beer delivery, and the convenience of loved ones only being, at most, an hour away.
I've been working on my fitness, upping my health, drinking less*! Feels good. I'll probably die just trying to slow down. haha Imagine that. :-) Welp, I'll leave ya to it and go back to it myself. I'll update again soon.
*For the most part... I still drink more than the average bear, but muuuch less than I used to. :) Baby steps. Progression is good. ;p
Monday, August 24, 2015
You know the saying "Don't cry over spilled milk"? Well, you can relate that with the above statement. There's something so very nice about a person who can get wet and not complain. Afterall, it's only water. Water dries and so does your personality when you bitch and complain about some moisture on your skin.
Walk inbetween the rain drops, kiss under the falling droplets, and splash into puddles. Say "Yes!" to oppportunities and "No!" to people who are plastic.
Perspective can change everything, including a drab rainy day. Be the colors you want in your life.
Monday, August 3, 2015
So I've been having a pretty good time this summer expanding my mind and getting back into meditation. It's come in handy in a lot of instances. Helps with anger a lot too. Not that I have an issue with that... really. It's just stupid people!
Whatever-the-case, I've been meditating, I've been writing, I've been stretching before & after bed, and I've been progressing with my whole "I'm 30 and I think I can be a rapper" ordeal. Not so much that I think that I can become Lauryn Hill, as much as it just makes me feel good. Spoken word. Any & all sorts of poetry.
So while that's been happening with me, I feel the people around me (near and far) have either been dropping the ball on life or totally killin' it. So in that regard; Boo and Yay!
I don't think I have much to say today, just checking in. As you can see in the previous post I've been fucking around with a new, yet familiar platform. SEX, baby!!
It's what I love, it's one of the things I do best, and something I know mucho much about. :) I've always enjoyed giving advice, and I've always enjoyed sexual things. What better way than to join the two?
sexsez.wordpress.com <--- Check it out during your free time, see if I or any of my guest writers can get your juices flowin'.
That's it in a nutshell. ;)
I hope all is well with everyone. Stay tuned!
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
She can remember the way the wind blew that day. A comforting chill met with the soothing afterglow of the sun's rays. The moment she had goosebumps it was washed away with the warm antipation of his touch. A touch she hadn't ever experienced, though their previous tantalizing dialogue gave her much to look forward to. And she did.
She knew the moment she saw him in real life, the moment she caught a glimpse of him appear beyond the automatic sliding doors, that she really liked him. He quickly retreated from sight and began again, walking along the airport pavement. Could he be nervous? It was an admirable thing too, because so was she. And if he were nervous, that means he liked her too. The months of back & forth written conversation had swooped her up like a pleasant tornado. Whirling and whipping her through the many possibilities of endless love and passionate elation.
Her clammy hands gripped her luggage, as she exhaled one last time before being greeted with the sun. It wasn't until she turned her head left, that she saw the insouciant man sitting before her with a bouquet of smiling roses, one rose with a celestial charm.
The two strangers grinned at each other with a koi sense of familiarity. The sense that they've been incessantly pondering over the other from the moment the seed of intrigue was planted. She was ready to unload nearly sixteen weeks of lust.
Sixteen weeks of intimate, persuading words.
Sixteen weeks of wondering if this could turn into something substancial.
Sixteen weeks of feeling completely weightless.
Sixteen weeks of marinating in sexual anticipation.
And there they were. Moving closer and closer to each other. The closest they've ever been, but not the closest they'll ever get.
She loved him.
It had been a gradual ascension, from the way he laced his words together whilst describing his love for garlic, to the electricity in how he held her when they kissed. It was everything and it was everywhere. The way his hair fell unfastidiously, the slow calming motion in which smoke left his lips, even the simplicity of him asking her to choose a record. He had the sly wisdom of a Buddhist Monk and the sexual aptitude of a Tantric Master.
They let each other in during those ten days they spent together. A week and a half designated to momentous sex, glorious food, and the shared love for marijuana, video games, vinyl records, cartoons & "The Three Stooges". It was an experience she found to be beyond blissful.
...such was life for the once strangers turned star-gazed lovers. The days were spent yearning for the other, the thoughtless nights spent in each others arms, sprawled in sexual oasis, drinking wines, eating delicious fruits and indulging in succulent meats. Their very own naked paradise.
Their time spent together was fructiferous and profuse with affection, even during arid stages, the matter of love was never questioned.
The habitual throes of any romantic relationship took place, but they each found solace in the warmth of each other's company, further proving to one another that their love was evolving. Beyond being copacetic, they were reconnecting in a way they hadn't in longer than both of them wanted to admit.
She'll tell him that she still falls for him every single day. And that if a single kiss could translate her love for him, they'd be kissing for an eternity. She would remind him of the way he can still fascinate her by pointing out constellations in the dark indigo sky. The way he can still make her feel precious by baby-talking in half words and sentences. The way he can still make her blush after groping her in public. The way she can feel him get high when he breaths deeply from her skin. The way her heart whispers when he cuddles up to her. The way he exposed her to sushi! The way he got her a stepping stool, but she secretly still wants him to get things for her anyway...
The way he will forever be her always. <3 <3 <3
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
The sun tries to come out, breaking free through the clouds.
Tiny rays shouting, wanting to be heard, aloud.
Earth getting flooded. It's been so long.
The wonderful beloved rain has fell, from our song.
Our dance, our cries, our sweat, our tears.
The rain left the skies like it hadn't left in years.
Falling with such suspense, smiling all the way down.
Giving my skin a rinse, before settling on the ground.
Inspiration flows when it's a rainy day in L.A.
And the stars know it's also much too rare to sleep it away.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Fill the void.
It's been some time since it were full.
Conqured by division - push and pull.
I've found a home here.
Here in this desert valley.
Through darkness it's clear.
Jasmine tealed auras in Cali.
Spread the colors from coast to coast.
If you believe it to be so.
Filling the void is much to boast.
When you're way farther than "Go!"