Saturday, February 17, 2007 @ 12:14 am
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Sometimes I feel like a brat. Being the only girl in my family sort of gave me a license to be one – but sometimes my brattiness takes over and goes above and beyond what is called for. I realize this. Realizing a fault doesn’t necessarily mean that it (the fault) can be corrected. But I am taking the first step by admitting it. Hi. My name is Celina. And I am a brat.
I’m a brat in that sometimes when everything is going extremely well – I will find something that is …hmmm…the size of a hang nail, let’s say….and I will focus so hard on that hang nail that all the positive things fly out the window. I could write more about that – but that would be pessimistic. And the title of my post is … yeah! OPTIMISM.
So – only good things from the cheerful CeCe. The bratty post that is threatening to overcome all good intentions to do otherwise – will be silenced.
Good news: I have come back home. My trip home was safe. I have all my luggage – I am well albeit a bit tired, and I have wonderful memories of great times spent with dear sweet friends, well hung, energetic and enthusiastic men, and some of the best food I have ever wrapped my young sweet tongue around. yeah. Food and sex to me are synonymous. And I had plenty of both. Ssssh. Don’t tell my mommy and daddy on me! (and YOUKNOWWHO knows that I’m talking about HIM!!) I left the country and sailed the ocean blue (sometimes brown….damn – negativity reigns its ugly head!) and flirted my way across the ship and thru many stewards, waiters, and personal attendants. I spoke to several people I never will see again in life (that IS a positive!!! lol!!!) and got a bit tipsy on some illegal consumption of alcohol. I had THE trip of a lifetime and I can not wait to cruise again. My next one will more than likely be to the tropics, I think.
Good news is that I came home and received a few calls from a few people I have not had the pleasure of speaking to before. I met a dear friend before I left for the cruise, too, who I have a present for…(you need to email me hun for the additional information I will need in order to ensure you get it…). But back to a new caller today: Pinky. Pinky pinky pinky…you have warped your way into my heart faster than bad water in Mexico works itself into the intestines! (lol! – I can’t help it – the analogy was there just waiting to be used!!) You, my dear, are a freak. And I have to say – the freak in you absolutely is in sync with the freak in me. I can not wait until our next call/s. The feedback you left was also very very sweet. In lieu of an event that I can not speak about in this post about OPTIMISM – you completely filled my heart with joy. Seriously. Thank you. My other new caller appeared actually a week (or two?) before. What I love about my little tattle tale (
) is that he and I started off with a misunderstanding of sorts – and we cleared it up and ever since then I feel like he’s my buddy. He watches over me (even though he IS a snitch!!) and lets me know that he’s paying attention to the things that I write and say. BOTH of these callers have taken the time to get to know me – read about me – and converse with me as well as be tantalized and tantalize me in return. These are the ingredients to a great call – whether with me or with any of the other anything goes flirts. They (along with many many other great and wise callers of mine) should give lessons to some male customers, I feel. It’s an honor to know customers like this!!
Good news is that I am back on and taking calls again! My lines will be open tomorrow – but first I need to rest a bit. I’m on alert me of calls – which means that you all can call me and I MAY answer. If I do not answer – please arrange a call with me for later on this afternoon. I just have to get my wits about me – my body is still remembering the sway of the ship (or is it the sway of the bed as I was getting pounded?!?) so I need to get my “land” legs…I am back though – and happy overall!
I will write more about the specifics and hilights of my trip in a few days. My bed is calling to me in a most seductive voice and I’m going to be a cheap ho and give in to it and hope it respects me in the morning. I think I’m so satisfied and exhausted I may even drool a little bit.Â
Yeah. I said it. Drool is sexy…How is THAT for optimism?



