i'm going out drinking tonight...with a mission. wish me luck people!

i had a post written about little boobies, but i got distracted, closed out my browser and now it's gone. i wanted to talk about boobies, and how much i like little ones after i found this picture of a young janice dickinson. i hate big boobs. i would give anything to have little, tiny boobies. they're just so much more feminine to me; more delicate and sensual. to me, they seem to portray class and a clean, natural beauty. (probably two things i have the least of) i cannot understand for the life of me why women want bigger breasts. i have been plagued with big boobs from the age of 11 and hated it from the beginning. tiny boobie girls, be happy with what you have. less is more. less boob is more beauty.

ok, people the time for the 2nd estrip secret santa exchange has come. we will be exchanging presents at (e:pmt)'s annual holiday party. please send me a post it or leave a comment to let me know if you will be participating. you do not have to be at the party to participate. there were people last year who mailed gifts and/or relayed them through other people.

if you are new to the site and don't know some of the peeps, you can read through their journals to get to know them better and get a feel for their likes and dislikes, their personalities and passions. once i get a good count of who is participating, i will be randomly assigning secret santas and will send post-it's to let you know who you have.

this was so much fun last year. i've changed my pic to reflect the gift i got from my secret santa last year. my secret santa was a perv.

so, EVERYONE MUST PARTICIPATE BECAUSE I SAID SO!

and because it's so much fun.

here is my list.

boy-b
boy-e
boy-j
boy-b
boy-j
boy-r
boy-s
girl-j (she was THE BEST boyfriend i ever had)
boy-?
boy-m
boy-j
boy-c
boy-x

a lot of these were recycled every few years, especially marvin. if i didn't do that, this list would definitely be in the 30's.


that question mark is a boy on a beach in st. croix after waaay too many drinks. he was really sweet though. he felt really bad and tried to apologize and give me a gift the next morning before i left.

i have no regrets or weird feelings about any of these, except some disappointment in the really small dong guys. they were a total waste of time. i can't stand small dongs. i might as well be using a finger, a baby carrot or a gherkin.

so i'm back from key west. i had a nice little break. i can't post any pictures because the digital camera that marvin and i shared since our separation which has been in my custody since then is now broken because i let him have visitation rights. so i had to take the ancient kinds of pictures with film. plus, i didn't take the "good" ancient camera because it would have been too bulky (it takes such beautiful pictures though) so instead i took a few disposable ones. maybe i'll scan them once they are developed.

we went snorkeling and kayaking and sailing. the weather was beautiful the entire time. the sunsets were amazing. i stood at the southern most point of the US and took a picture for (e:libertad), because there was a sign on it that stated "90 miles to Cuba". i also thought of you, libertad, when i met a very hot cuban monk. there was so much eye candy!

hemingway's house was very interesting. i want to read a biography now. he was so crazy. did you guys know he had 60 cats living in his house in key west? there are about 47 living there now. and they're not like our normal domestic cats, they're very weird looking and about half of them have 6 toes on their feet. they were bred that way for the sailing ships, so that they would be better mouse catchers. i have to develop those pictures.

the key west locals are weird too. they all drink. i mean, seriously drink. so many of them look like crack heads. super, super skinny and everyone looks at least 10-15 years older than what they really are. everyone smokes and all the women sound like men. the men have full salt and pepper beards, have an earing in one ear and wear sailor caps. again, they all smoke too. i have never seen so many alcoholics in one place. every one was very friendly and talkative, though. everyone said good morning or hello when they passed you by, even the bums, when they weren't talking to themselves.

now that i'm back i'm so overwhelmed with work that i feel like i'm going to end up having a nervous break down soon. seriously, i kept dreaming about work the entire time i was in key west, and i was murdering people in my dreams. i remember i was shooting this guy and he wouldn't die. and i just had to keep shooting and shooting and he kept coming at me. he finally fell over after about 25 rounds.
i kind of want to run away and never, ever, ever come back or maybe become an alcoholic or a an addict so that i have an excuse to not participate in society.