omigosh... I'm in love with a chocolate fountain... this chocolate obsession must be tamed for a few months so I can return to a more sensible body conditiona, but dang, a chocolate fountain?...

yes, there's a song in the title, in case you wondered... I am home in myself, but I've wandered around a lot in this life, except in recent years where I do most of my wandering here on the net...

the last few entries have links galore and if you missed them then I'll do a quick recap because you care and I mean something to you (if not, then contionue reading in your aimless browsing and maybe we'll be friends later)...

yes, I leapt into a third blog thing... if you arrived here via one of those three systems, feel free to let me know how the thing works becuse I have no idea what to do to make it work... but sucker that I am, I joined in the hope of more traffic...

let me know if I have to put up a stop sign or traffic light at the crossroads...

ah, but it's not traffic I seek, it's people, it's you, if you care... I am out here to share myself and this life I loosely call mine, to let you know me and hopefully, to share some positivity... maybe even find friends... and I figure the more visitors, the more of you that stop by to read a bit, the more chance I'll find friends and the more chance my fondest dream might come true...

you know, finding the one and falling in love again (for the first time again)...

maybe you want more people stopping by your place on the web for some reason too, so if you want more visitors to your diary or journal or blog then click on the links and sign up... it's as simple as that... I don't know much (if anything at all) about these networksand you know me, I'll happily accept fame and fortune but I'm not gonna work for it (ego, as insatiable and grandly delusional as it is, just doesn't motivate me enough)... I am mostly curious and love to find new friends, so I signed up and sit here hopefully...

I could be reading the court TV blog, after all...

the most important link of the past week leads you to my dear friend augustdreams and her dream of becoming an EMT (see what I want to do here... and so very much bless you for sharing the amazing generosity of your heart)... we're gonna get dear Nicole into that EMT class this fall instead of making her wait until Spring... the time to turn a life around is now, dangit...

bless you for helping...

you can help her directly now cuz she has a pay pal link on her site... and I am still pledging to match anything you guys give, so go ahead, challenge me to squeeze my wallet dry... it's so exciting to feel the tangible caring you send (I wish you could be here to feel it too)... love is in the air...

and did you miss your tag?...

and now, for something relatively different, I stumbled across the following quiz during my wanderings through those blog networks earlier and just in case I decide it's time to relocate again, the wisdoms of the internet tell me these are the most likely places for me to find happiness:

of course I took the test twice (as I usually do since my mind changes with the winds) and I seem to belong in the same cities each time... on the other hand, it does not seem that any city is head and shoulders above the rest right for me according to the quiz, all being right around 50-50, which is somewhat ambivalent, which seems right since I love and hate cities... ultimately, I still think New York City is the city with the most of everything, though my love of year round warm weather and casual comforts and lower crime rates leads to those cities on the lists...

and before I forget, thanks to all you butt fans...

I wonder what would happen if I decided to start an "adult" diary that was not heavily influenced by my professional experiences (or is that perversions?)... sometimes I feel, after all... sometimes I feel like Private Benjamin except I'm in a convent under an oath of celibacy and I wake up one days saying "I want to feel horny again"... we can start with lunch... ah, dear Goldie... or Kate, for that matter...

I thank you with both cheeks for your kind words...

and no, I will not embarrass you now by listing those of you who inspire my lusts and fantasies... and sending me nude butt shots (or any photos) will not change my mind (I might drool a bit, but I won't divuldge your identify or the location of your beauty marks... you'll just have to use your imagination (which is 90% of sensuality anyway)...

and now, from the trivial segue department, I've been to this many states (holds up both hands and feet... ummm, can I borrow your hands and feet?):

I have not had sex in all of them though...

returning to the serious side of life, please click on the links to the left (up at the top) and tell some people who are still trying to dry out and deal with the devastation of the storms and government carelessness... send some love their way and if you've got something more, send it too...

and you wonderful commenters (or are you commenteers?... I've obviously lived in Orlando too long), I love you... you let me know I'm here (cuz sometimes in my babbling I get so lost, I wonder about my existence, like the purpose and worth of life and being and all that philosophical stuff... sometimes the words are just the hug needed, ya know?)...

I think I am overtired again...

those of you who've been here before can probably tell... those of you who have never been here before are probably wondering why you're still here... well, you'll just have to click on some other entries to find out... there's serious profound deep thought... there's cutting edge technobabble... there's biting commentary on current socio-economic and political-religious issues... there's words written purely for the love of music (that's so close to where I live) and there's utter nonsense (my favorite part)...

and I've got this quote stuck in my brain:

"to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, day in and day out, to make you into everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle that's ever been fought, and never stop fighting." ~ e e cummings

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(just let me know you were here)