If I could just earn even a fraction of a dollar for the following question:

"Are you The Expert in Excel?"

And I always answer, "That is such a loaded question."


Furry Equality

I figured that if I have to suffer through dozens and dozens of pictures of friends' kids, then it's only fair that they suffer through mine.



I imagined and then started pleading with the Heavenly Father for my death at approximately 12:30 AM. This wish was due to some really, really annoying company. Company that decided as the night wore on, his hands could touch me as he kept referring to me as "kidd-o." He also drives 30mph in a 45mph-zone, and he tossed seemingly dirty laundry onto my lap when I mentioned that it was cold. Ewe.

At least the night did bring about this beauty. And yes, I do love him/her/it. Or maybe I just want to be as hot as him/her/it.

The hot piece of ass, which I first met here.



The Dance

The highs, then lows,
The ebb, then flows.
The push, then pull,
The empty, then full.
The steady, then hold
The hot, then cold.
The rain, then light
The hidden, then sight.
The dark, then shine,
The yours, then mine.


Just Heard

"I wonder how many babies will be conceived tonight?"
I scream, "Shawn!"
"What? Seriously. Think about how many women will have to give it up tonight that normally wouldn't."
"Yeah, must I?"
Happy Heart Day

I think I'm drowning--asphyxiated.
I wanna break this spell that you've created.

You're something beautiful.
A contradiction.
I wanna play the game.
I want the friction.

You will be the death of me.
You will be the death of me

Bury it. I won't let you bury it.
I won't let you smother it.
I won't let you murder it.

Our time is running out.
Our time is running out.
You can't push it underground.
You can't stop it screaming out.

I wanted freedom.
Bound and restricted.
I tried to give you up,
but I'm addicted.

Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation.
You'd never dream of breaking this fixation.

You will squeeze the life out of me....

You will suck the life out of me.


Squeezing Every. Last. Drop. from the Camera Battery


Whore for Snow

My baby's first snow!

I, of course, ran outside with no winter clothing. I'm only usually bundled up about any other time of the year, but somehow in the snow, I can run outside in flip flops and tank top.

If my camera battery hadn't died, you'd be scrolling through about 32 more shots.


Trying to be Quick About It

When something that you have dreamed of is dangling right out of your reach, it's really hard not to wish the others ahead of you, a wrongful death.