Seriously. I’ve looked at a few pictures and I think I have narrowed down the search of my future daughter. Here we go…
The Yorkie is my very first choice. I mean just look at him! Isn’t he just amazing? They are a little bit hyper which I’m not sure I like - but I’ve heard that they have great personality and are very entertaining. They are also very good around little children so my little cousin will be able to play with him and not fear getting hurt or bit or whatever. I don’t know if they are yappy things. The most important attribute, though? Audrey Hepburn had a Yorkie. I mean … HELLO! Audrey Hepburn. Not sure if Julie Andrews had a yorkie - but Audrey is right up there next to her!

My 2nd choice is the Bichon. I babysat a dog a bit ago named Mikey - and Mikey was part poodle and part Bichon and looked exactly like these sweeties. They are very very loveable, too - a bit on the submissive side I’ve read. But I think I would still be very happy with one.

My 3rd choice? The Maltese. Oh my goodness! I am a sucker for silky hair - and these beauties are said to have a great coat and they shed little (if at all). I’ve read that they are people pleasers, too - are sweet and loyal and kind to strangers. This is important to me. I don’t want a fierce daughter or son.

My fourth choice - The Havanese, I hadn’t really ever heard of. I like the size (toy/minature) and the coat again is very nice. They seem sweet like my other choices, too.

So … there are the finalists. I had also looked at the minature pug and the chihuahua but I don’t know… My co-parent (my cousin) kinda wants a chihuahua but I have heard that they are too independent and can almost be bitchy and hard to train. Potty training is like a necessity for real. Most of the places I’ve looked at are a bit expensive, but the puppies are diaper trained (or peepee pad trained) and that was like … CRUCIAL to me and my family.

The expense is … crazy. CRAZY. So I’m going to put up a puppy fund. LOL! Seriously. I’m going to make a button ASAP. Is this as important as money for books and tuition? No. Is it more important than any of the gifts I have listed on my wishlist? Yup. So I think if everyone just chips in 25 bucks here and there - by December I should have a new member of my family. I’m thinking of names now. Lola seems to jump out at me for a girl. Willis seems suitable for a boy.

Anyways - I should probably do something else other than look at puppy pictures tonight.

Stay tuned on the continuation of CeCe’s Baby.

Bet I could send out shower invites when he/she arrives, huh?

I have a new term I’ve introduced to a few of my friends. It’s not really a new term exactly. It’s more like - a new “saying”. Brain crush.

Nice, right?

Now a brain crush is something completely different than a crush. A crush sometimes has the intonation of being something physical. Like I have a crush on Denzel Washington. I have a crush on Halle Berry. I have a crush on Simon from American Idol. I even have somewhat of a crush on Dr. Oz from the Oprah show. Something about the way he talks about the S curve that your poop should be in just turns me on a little. Freud would have a lot to say about that, wouldn’t he? So CRUSHES have some origin to something physical. Some physical attraction. Something that makes your heart beat a bit crazier. A brain crush is something totally different. A brain crush is the type of thing that doesn’t make anything hard or wet or pitter patter. A brain crush just IS. A brain crush just connects with some part of you and it just feels nice and familiar and kinda like being home. A brain crush has nothing to do with physical - but everything to do with mental and has even more to do with … well… BRAINS. Intellect. Wit. Humor.

I have a BRAIN crush on OPRAH.
I have a BRAIN crush on … well… on a kid in my geography class who knows land masses as well as I know my way around Bed Bath and Beyond or Staples. I have a BRAIN crush on a lot of men that I wouldn’t even consider sleeping with - and probably would never even THINK about considering it because it’s so not about that.

The best thing is to have both types all rolled up into one. ‘Cept I am not so sure I’m ready to handle all of that yet.

I thought about my new saying/term again today when I was thinking about this site I ran across not so long ago. I immediately fell deep into brain crush with this person behind the idea because it’s just simply … BRILLIANT. Post Secret is an online art community where people mail in their secrets on a decorated (they decorate it themselves) postcard. There is something so … incredibly orgasmic to me. The thought that people feel safe mailing in their secrets to this guy so that he can post them here is … a turn on for my brain cells. I want to meet this person behind post secrets so I can just touch him. I want to camp inside his head for a moment and feel whatever it is that he feels when he realizes that millions of people now trust him and he is now the keeper of their secret. Even if names never cross his path - it’s powerful - these secrets. *sigh*

I didn’t think up the idea. But I figured that maybe I could post a few of my secrets to give honor to my brain crush of the month. (I have others but I don’t think they would appreciate being linked to a teenagers adult phone sex site…).

• I sometimes pee in the shower.
• I use to binge alot - sometimes I still do - I just can’t get rid of it the way I use to…
• Sometimes when I babysit for people, I look under their mattresses in their bedrooms to see what type of porn they have.
• I’m deathly afraid of Kangaroos
• I’ve never had an orgasm thru just penetration before. I always have to have clitoral stimulation in order to cum.

I have other secrets, too - but I’m reluctant to share them because - well - some of you know who I am. Some secrets are just plain necessary - though if I ever share the really hard stuff with you - you’ll be my brain crush, too.

Celebrity fit club. I like seeing transformations in people. This Sunday I look forward to what can only be described as the fight of the century. I hope Dustin goes down. Screech has problems. They should have made sure he had a girlfriend in SAVED BY THE BELL and then maybe he wouldn’t be so bitter and desperate today. Ugh.

I enjoy my little pay per view movies. Put in some money - and ta dah! Instant pleasure. I have thought about giving a link and maybe being an affiliate - but I’m really scared that my customers would enjoy it more than their talks with me. Seriously. They are that good.

I secretly am relieved that Jerry F. is gone. I don’t tend to hate many people - but I enjoy hating the things that they stand for and believe in when it puts down several groups of innocent people. It’s not kind to speak of the dead, Jerry, so I’ll spare you. You should have done the same when proclaiming that the huge number of gay men who died of aids “deserved” it. Shame on you. If indeed your beliefs are right, by the way, what did you do wrong to die so suddenly at such a relatively young age? Hmmmm? blah.

There are these grapefruit and peach candies that I enjoy TOO much that I get sent to me by my friend in Japan. I get tons and tons of them - and I sit down and suck off all the sugar from the candies before chewing up the chewy goodness of them. It takes me minutes to devour a bag. All the things I know about sugar consumption does nothing to stop the madness. I will eat the sour yet sweet morsels until my tongue grows numb and the sugar high sends me thru strange and exciting moods.

And then there are pictures. Pictures of my family when they were growing up. Pictures of my mother when she was a little girl intrigue me. Pictures of how things use to be - pictures of intimate moments that weren’t suppose to be captured - like my grandmother ruffling my grandfather’s hair while he bends over to inspect their car during their honeymoon.

Barry Manilow. Guilty. John Denver. Guilty. Cat Stevens. Guilty. Bread. Guilty as charged.

My hitachi wand, The Deans Office, and loose leaf college ruled paper - combined into a typical yet tantalizing fantasy - guilty as hell.

I’m finding that those friends that are closest to me not only share many of these same pleasures, but have some of their own to add to the pile. On the phone we can sift thru them all - laugh and breath sighs of relief when we realize that we are definitely NOT alone in them - and look forward to maybe creating a few guilty pleasures of our own.

Thank you for allowing me to be one of your guilty pleasures….

I’ve been a busy little beaver this evening. After the calls died down a little bit - I went to work on my new listing. You can see it here.
I added 2 sets of soft core pictures for your viewing pleasure, too. Yup. I was busy busy busy.

And now I’m tired, tired, tired.

This will be the shortest post in the history of CeCe-ness. But I can’t even stand to type another thing. Seriously. Plus I’m kinda sad right now. (sorry Kylie… I should call you, huh?)
I should just make a drink. Bailey and cream, perhaps? (shaking my head).

I better go. I’ll be better after I get some sleep. Getting wasted as a teen won’t help a damn thing! Sorry to disappoint. I’m sure there’s a fantasy in there waiting to happen.

Perhaps another day.

I am a procrastinator. I’m pretty sure I mentioned this before - but it bares repeating. When it comes to procrastinating - I am the world’s best procrastinator (wbp) - by a landslide.
Now - in my defense(!) I have to say that there are things that make procrastinating profitable. #1 reason? I ALWAYS succeed when I procrastinate. Case in point: School.

The other weekend I pulled an all nighter. This is when you have a term paper due - and you spend ALL NIGHT writing it - perfecting it - and then turn it in the next day. I was B-E-A-T! I went to school and I was weaving. Seriously - the world was tilting this way and that and I felt like shit. I had a paper due in my class on the country I had which was Nigeria. I sat up all nite writing it - and oh my gosh. It drove me to …. well - to smoke, actuallly. That was the nite that I was house sitting. I also did calls that evening because I can’t possibly just sit down to task. I have to have at least 2 other things going on at all times. I think it helps me concentrate! I was watching television, taking calls, and writing a term paper. I finished it about 6:00AM - went home to print it because as you recall the house I was sitting had no computer(!). I went into class - turned in my paper - and promptly slept thru most of my teacher’s lecture. I was nodding off so badly that she approached me and told me to get up and get some air. I did. I got some air in the parking lot on my way to my car to take my tired ass home. Being the student that teachers absolutely LOVE - this act disgusted me. I slept in class. In front of my teacher. Drooling and probably snoring. And teachers LOVE me - love love love me. I was ashamed and humiliated beyond belief. I vowed to NEVER do it again.

Until the next week.

Yesterday guess what I did? Yup - pulled an all nighter. I had to do a presentation on Nigeria for class. I went to staples at 8:30 PM - and then I was home. Cranking out over head projector sheets and trying to figure out how I was going to put all of Nigeria into a 15 minute presentation. That’s like someone telling you to talk about USA for 15 minutes. What do you say? What if you leave something out? I didn’t even have time to make an outline- I just wrote tons and tons of notes - unorganized - and thought (on my way to Kinkos at 7:15 this morning *class was at 8:00AM* that well - shit - I would just “wing” it).

Oh - and I forgot - 2 weeks ago - before the term paper - we had a paper due in regards to our field trip we had taken. I wrote that the nite of class.

So today - I fumbled my way thru a 15 minute presentation. It was embarrassing. I didn’t even get to the best parts when my time was up. I sat and watched people KILL (that’s a good word, btw) their presentations. I hmmm’ed and ummmm’ed my way thru with out notes. They had outlines. I even forgot to mention I had peanuts from Nigeria (one of Nigerias cash crops is peanuts). Ok - they weren’t from Nigeria - they were from the supermarket. Dry roasted and salted. But - close enough. People had went to the store and bought cuisine for their country. I brought NUTS. How fitting.

At the end of class today - my teacher handed me my grade for all 3 of my projects. My presentation? A. (I missed 2 points due to time and I didn’t show a picture of the flag. I didn’t show a picture of the flag, btw (by the way) because I didn’t know what the flag meant. Cuz I didn’t really have time to look it up. (!). My paper on my field trip? A perfect score. A+. My term paper? A+. In addition to my perfect scores on my paper my teacher wrote that I SHOULD be a writer because I was so extremely gifted. This pissed me off in a way because I threw that paper up basically in a matter of a few panicked hours.

But this is what I mean. Had I gotten the grade I deserved (a C for my presentation - and perhaps a B for both papers) then I might have learned a valuable lesson on procrastination. Instead - I aced all of the things I crammed for. I got REWARDED for doing things half-assed. I shouldn’t of been. My writing might have saved me on my term paper - but I know I didn’t do things that well. Come on. NOT TO MENTION I FELL ASLEEP ON MY TEACHER THE WEEK BEFORE DURING HER PRESENTATION!!!! That, in and of itself, was a deal breaker on any good grade I deserved. And I say deserved in the negative sense of the word. Believe me.

So - while I’m on the topic of procrastination… I have been procrastinating the hell out of my listings. School isn’t really an excuse - but it’s the only one I have to give. I have been so busy putting off projects for school that I can’t possibly do the things I say I’m going to do in regards to my listing. I have no picture packs to offer for view - I haven’t done any “look at this feedback” features lately. I haven’t even put up a few new listings which I realllly need to do. Not new listings - just new designs for the different categories I’m in. But again - procrastinators shouldn’t be rewarded for putting things off, right?

So explain last night.

Tons of good calls - great conversation - and even a few (blush) happy endings! Great breaks from my term paper, boys! Thank you ever so much. And they were long calls, too. A few repeats. A few new people trying me out for size (how did I fit, gentlemen?). I stayed available until about 5:00 or 6:00AM this morning and then I had to excuse myself to get ready for school. But a great lucrative day. Probably one of the best I’ve had in a long time. Thanks to all who called and kept me on my toes, entertained, titillated, and basically awake. Kinda hard to dose off while playing. *wink*.

I thought I would go back a bit and highlight some of the feedback I’ve received. I haven’t done it for a while - so forgive me for any omissions I may make. I’ll try my hardest to keep on top of this (like a once a week thing, maybe?) - but you know by now what type of girl I am. PRO-CRAST… yup. INATOR.

From mr. nb:

Once again, CeCe has swiftly and effortlessly captured my soul. She can control your heart and will before you even realize how much you want to degrade yourself for moments of her grace..

OMG. *blush* “swiftly and effortlessly captured my soul.” ???!!! Thank you, you naughty naughty one!

From the caller now known as “loser4monique” (mmhm - and she better be treating you well!!!):

An amaaaazing call for my first one with her. She sounds absoLUTEly adorable, delicious, foul-mouthed, and totally beyond compare. I do a lot of calls, a lot. And this little cutie could easily already be my new addiction. She blew cute lil cum bubbles like a sweetie pie and got all my cum caked on her braces. She knew the wife was upstairs and said allll the right things. Yum yum yum.

*sigh* He says yum yum, Kylie! I wonder if he’s you playing like he’s a caller! *inside joke*. Anyways - thank you. I’m just sorry that I wasn’t able to take full advantage of your cheatin heart, loserformonique!!

Joe said a while back:

omg what can I say. This girl can get nasty. She suggested a twist to our shared fantasy, then took it to the max. It was so hot, so naughty, just downright ball draining. I came so hard, so long, I thought I would die. Will keep cumming back for more. Celina is something very special, so give her a try.

Normally I tend to get el-romantic-o in regards to feedback - but to hear Joe - and then to see this come out of his mouth… rawrrrrr! *wink* Thanks, sweets. Let’s play again, soon, k?

Thor my swede:

As always, the best girl around bar none. For the best roleplaying around, dont hesitate to call! Made me another fantasy that well, ill have to come back again and again! Thankyou

Thank you, sweetie. I do have to say - Thor gives me a great outline to work from whenever he calls me. We’ve been working off the same fantasy for quite some time - and it’s now so involved that even I have to take time to play and get off right along with him! mmmmmmmdelish!

Just two quickies: Chris - Glad you shot a good load! Think about that marathon, k? And ouchy - “climb into your head and move the right switches” - that made me so HAPPY reading that. That’s what I intended to do - and I’m just glad that you were open to me jumpin around in your head (and bed…).

Thanks so much everyone for your great and consistently helpful feedback. It is so nice to get feedback with out even asking for it - and all of you (and plenty others) take time out from cleaning up the messes you’ve made (hehe) to rate me for our call - or send me email and tributes after the calls - and all kinds of other sweet and endearing things. I’mm so lucky to have such great and sweet callers - especially ones who forgive me for a bit of neglect from time to time.

I’ll be up for a while tonight. I know it’s mommy’s day tomorrow and a lot of you bad boys will be up for one last fling before you devote the entire day (or at least brunch) to either your moms or your wifey. Which reminds me - I better make a home made card for mine. She still enjoys those little construction papered cards I make her! aaaaaaaw.

Talk soon!