Will Work For Money

I will work for food too, but I have a car to pay off and I really do not want to lose it. That is a scary thought and writing this is painful. I have always been so stubbornly independent and self-sufficient and will remain so, but I can appreciate help at the moment. I am not working and have been struggling to find a job while also struggling to make ends meet. Anything you can spare will help and please know your generosity will be blessed in words or anonymously as you wish. Name your reward and I will do everything in my power to give it to you.

PO Box 162843
Altamonte Springs, FL 32716

Job offers are very welcome.

Yes I did (Go There)

I refer to this entry, in which I referenced my libido and what attracts me physically, sensually, sexually, and beyond the written word, in case it matters. The linkage to more information about what inspires me to want a friend to become a lover (you thought maybe I would not have a blog for that?) and what makes my Libido tic (and toc and wanna dance, for starters) and ways of my heart and mind (see the BIOS for a start) are popping up again thanks to the physical labor I did not expect to do, but enjoyed doing today. I even included photos (won't that get you to click on the links lol lam laa). If you want to be my lover, you may need to jump through hoops. At least read more and ask questions. Yes I did go there. Why so serious? If you do not understand my silence, you will not understand my words. It is this simple. You simply must understand or take it on faith, in my world, especially in intimacy, unconditional trust rules.

The Phone Rings

For a very long time I've had a distinguished love-hate relationship with the phone. It was talking on the phone that brought me a magical sense of awareness of the power of human conversation and then, the most intensely uncontrollable love of this life. We would fall asleep with the phone next to our ears and wake up with each other. It was talking on the phone that, years later, became some of the most painful mental torture I'd ever know as I let someone put my life on hold for almost a decade. These days, the cell phone is small and holding it to my ear is very uncomfortable. The speaker is useless. It is old so it must it be plugged to stay alive during any call longer than ten minutes which tethers me to a very short cord. Reception at home is terrible at best. The only comfortable and enjoyable phone conversation is hands-free in the car. So I rarely answer the phone unless I am driving and not using navigation. The phone rings, somewhere inside me cringes from old memories, the conscious me looks at the phone and says, Why don't you just text me?

Just in case you ever call. :)

Blogging Lives

What I do in this blogging life (blogging being an adjective in that sense) is crave sharing and that just may be the ultimate primary reason I started and continue this blogging life (in this case, blogging becomes a verb) and these blogging lives (still a verb) and then some, in case it matters. After any day or experience no matter how exciting or fun or wonderful (or sad or tragic, for that matter), the thing I want to do most is share, tell someone about it, make it a memory by sharing it with someone who cares about this blogging life (adjective again) as I experience it. When there is no partner to come home to or with whom to share this blogging life (adjective), I want to write about the experience(s) so I can give myself the illusion of sharing it as the experience is shared in words even if no one is reading at the moment and also the experience is shared in words for posterity anytime anyone might want to know what I experienced. This blogging life I live becomes this and these blogging lives that you can read.

When did I lose you? (laughing and hoping I didn't) :)