But I wanted to update everyone on the goings on of CeCe. I’m going to let you all in on a secret – but I am not looking for sympathy. Really. It’s just a heads up type of thing.

First week of classes kicked my ass. Turns out taking 5 classes (mostly literature) is pretty dang difficult. But REALLY fun. I mean REALLY fun. I’m having a wonderful time. Most of my classes are flowing into the other and I feel like I’m finally getting the whole college experience. There’s been several moments where I have been seriously ELATED to be learning. And I read some really incredible text – that was really difficult to read on a whole comprehension level, you know? And I aced my first quiz and could have written an A paper on everything I had read. I just “got” it. It all started to make sense. All the history and literature classes and PHILOSOPHY classes and Political Science classes – all those classes finally met at one point this semester and it’s like the planets all aligned. I don’t know if I’m making sense but it’s a great feeling to be able to use all this learnin’.

The result is – I’m still trying to figure out where study time goes and where play time goes. I figure it might be another week before I can put up a schedule. I know I haven’t had an up to date one since I was 18 (she says tongue in cheek).

This is what I’m going to do in the meantime: I’m going to log in when I get a chance. I don’t know how long I will last – but I will be sending you free minutes if I miss a call. and don’t go fibbing because I get a report of who calls and who doesn’t answer! So please don’t hesitate to call if you see me on. If I don’t answer I’m probably drooling on my pillow, in class and forgot to turn off my phone line, grabbing a quick bite to eat or something like that. Again – if I miss your call I WILL send you a couple of minutes for next time as an incentive to try me again the next time I’m on.

I got to lay down for a bit. This up at 7 and to bed at 2:00AM is beginning to take a toll on my eyes! But tomorrow today is my last day before the weekend so it’s going to be PARTY PLAY TIME at CeCe’s for sure, though!

Hope to talk/play soon!

Kidding.

I just don’t like loud noises. And fireworks take longer to prepare than actually seeing them. I don’t mean to sound like a brat (though I’m getting practice becoming more of one thanks to some of my callers who are holding classes in brat), I just don’t like the whole anticipation of fireworks for 10 minutes. Or even 15. It took longer for me to drive to an area to see these fireworks and then set up to watch them than it did for the actual show. It’s comparable to being prepared for a nice long sex session doing your favorite fantasy, and getting a minute. I understand quickies can be necessary and downright enjoyable guys, but I’m not wearing my sexiest lingerie for one. Did I get all off topic and lose the original point? Yeah? Original point: I hate fireworks.

Jackson totally freaked out during them. I don’t know what I was doing last 4th of July because I don’t remember him acting like this last year. Or maybe I just repressed the whole event. But tonight, Jackson was just pissed off. Not scared but he was in full protector mode. The neighbors started shooting off (fireworks) at about 5:00PM I swear! And then the theme park next to me started shooting them off hours later, and then a few drunk neighbors decided to test their luck and shot off fireworks an hour ago. During this long torture my dog the protector decided that all he had to do was bark at a high enough and loud enough decibel and the fireworks would stop. He’s now passed out on the rug acting like he’s responsible for restoring world peace. Next year he’s getting a doggy tranquilizer.

So enough of the whining, let me say I will take MY kind of fireworks over 4th of July ones any day of the year! You guys have kept me so incredibly busy and happy this weekend! I didn’t know that coming back would be so rewarding. I still have so much to do before I can sit back and ‘kind of’ relax, but I have until the 3rd week in August to complete some of the renovations I’m doing around here. I think I might just make it.

I decided to stay up late late and work to gain your favor (ahaha) and I guess it worked and you all forgive me. Glad we got that sniveling and begging out of the way so we can go back to how things were before I flaked for 4-5 months. And yeah, I mean MY sniveling and begging! So I spent the past few days not really sleeping and doing some serious calls. I also spent quite a bit of time thinking up an incentive program/reward system that will make sure I never sleep for more than 5 hours a night again EVER! But it will be totally worth it! I really like being able to do something for my callers who have supported me since I was 18 (wait – that was just 1 year since I’m only STILL 19!). I’ve had friends come and go since those beginning days, but …

Let’s not do this AGAIN. I always get all sentimental like I’m dying or something. Just thanks. And the incentive program is underway. I will be updating and sending you all emails in the next few days so watch your inboxes on niteflirt. If you don’t want to participate, please let me know. I hate spam and certainly don’t want to be contributing to mail you’d prefer to not be getting.

Um … I think that’s basically it. This week is pretty much mine to do with as I wish, so I’ll be available early evenings for calls every day except Monday & Tuesday evenings (spin class – won’t be home until about 9:00PM). So dreamers, tomorrow let’s dream a bit together! You’ll be glad you did!

It all started when I was 3 years old. The neighbor boy…

Kidding!

So this is what is up.

For a while I’ve been wondering how to give a little something back to … eeeew.
spider.
Brb.

So I was saying…

I have been wondering how to give back to my dreamers. A bit of an incentive program, let’s say. I wanted it to be special and something that I could keep up with. I figured out the most brilliant and creative way to treat you all, but I’m already falling behind. But do not fear! I shall prevail.

Because my madness is top secret, I will not be revealing the details here. But give me a call (or even an email) and ask me for the password to my “win a piece of me” protected post, and you’ll have all the information and details you can handle. You could also just make a call that’s 15 minutes or longer, or leave a bit of well deserved, honest feedback and you’ll get the password and first piece of me via niteflirt email.

Curious? Give me a call. You’ll be glad you did!

My spring break is officially over. I started off with a plan to do nothing but work and study, and that lasted for a bout a day. I did however manage to log in for at least 5 of the days (or maybe it was closer to 6?) and was able to talk to many of you who I haven’t had a chance to talk to in a long while. I thought that maybe after spring break I would be more able to determine a workable schedule for myself. What I learned during spring break is that my class load is so demanding this semester and unless I hold myself accountable to a set schedule to work/log in – it’s not going to happen. There is always going to be that paper I have to write, or the test I should study for or whatever. And I need to start giving myself set times to do the things I need to do every day. It’s difficult when you are like me and are use to shoving millions of things on your plate and then constantly juggling them , pretending the whole time that you have everything (crash!) under (crash!) control (shatter!).

So where was I before I decided to do sound affects? Oh yeah – holding myself to a set schedule.

I decided one day that I would play a sort of game with myself. I would say when I would log in – and then if I did not log in by that certain time and a caller (you) actually emailed me during the time I said I would be on but wasn’t, then I would reward that caller with a little incentive to call me back at a later date – with a free minute – or five – depending on the infraction. Pretty good, right?

So I did this the first time and had one lucky winner. The second time I logged in on time. I did this actually 3 days last week (once I thought of the brilliant idea!) and only one person came a looking during that time. Lucky him! So – it was pretty successful. Especially today. I was coming home from the gym when suddenly I stopped off at CVS in order to pick up a few things. Suddenly I looked at my watch. OH MY GOSH – 8:54! I said I would log in at 9:00PM. I ran out of the store (after paying for my items, of course!), into my car, and down the street. Tick tock tick tock. Arriving on my street I found the only parking space in front of the house was maybe 2 feet longer than my car. Yeah. I had to parallel park. And yes, I have a toyota. But come on – the space was barely bigger than my car. I lined up and prayed, pulling the wheel to the left (or was it to the right) and then back to the right, pulling forward a smidge – then back a touch and TAH DAH! Perfect parking job. No time to admire my handiwork, I ran into the house, grabbed my lap top, logged in at 9:01 – and ran to my room to get my phone. I was 1 minute late. And NO ONE emailed me at 9:00PM to get their incentive minute/s. Maybe you’ll catch me next time, boys.

So for those of you who do not understand what is going on (CeCe – all I want you to do is moan a little for me and tell me how to stroke my cock – who cares about all this other stuff, you may be saying) here is the scoop: I will twitter my plans for my schedule on the day that I plan on working. All you need to do is look to the right under the little heart and twitter/stalk me, and you will read my plans for the evening. I’ll probably say something like – will be logging in by 8:45PM. or – Look for me at 9:00PM PST, boys! Something like that. At whatever time I have specified you, dear sweet caller, will go to my NF page and see if I’m AVAILABLE. While you’re checking, how about a call. Seriously. Ok – you’re all jazzed for a call but wait. I’m no where to be found. I’m probably parallel parking! So you email me something like – “It’s 8:50. Where are you?” and then I reward you by giving you something for your troubles. Pretty clear, yes? I’ll make it clearer. No more of this “around 9:30 ish” stuff from me. It will be exact minutes. No more “at the latest”, either. I will only say when I’ll be logging in from this moment on. And if I’m not logged in you must email me (so I know you were actually paying attention) and tell me when you came looking for me – and when I said I’d be there. And then you can throw in some other things in the email like how much you miss me and hope my math test goes well and how sexy I look in my yellow bikini and stuff like that. Then wait for the note in your inbox with your present and my deepest heart felt apologies. I am not the kind of flirt that gives away minutes for feedback, or bait (to call me). I believe that my services are competitive (maybe a bit on the low side) and I feel that I’m already priced at a bargain, basically. I don’t need to give out minutes to my callers. They dont expect minutes from me, except on rare instances where I suck (lol – it happens) or I have a bad phone connection or some other quality control type issue. And I feel that this free minute idea falls in line with quality control. I promise to be here at a certain time. You may have other obligations or family stuff that only allows you to be here at a certain time. You make allowances to call me, and what a drag when you do all that only to find I’m not here, right? So I am attempting to make it worth it for you to check my availability, and also worth it to try again if you see I am not available for you. It’s in my best interest to keep my schedule, which will result in all of you being able to find me more regularly and well – it’s a win win situation. So once again – I will post my schedule for that day on my twitter (celinawetdreams if you wanna follow me). My twitter update will appear on the page under twitter updates (smiles) on the right … over THERE (pointing to the right). You can then go to my page to see if I’ve kept my word and logged in at the set time. If I haven’t – you must email me and tell me what time you were looking for me and what time I was suppose to be there. Watch your inbox for your surprise. Pretty simple, right? Keep in mind that all times I post are PST time.

Any questions?

I had something else to say, but it will take longer than a minute and I really must go back to my studying and phone calls. I’ll only be on for a bit longer, and then I have an appt (smiles) but may log back in. Watch my twitter.

Have a great week! Talk soon…

I said I was going to log in – I got distracted. I didn’t log in after spin. And 1 person emailed me to see if I was on (which, for the 3rd time – I wasn’t because I got distracted by polynomials) and he got avery special little something. So it pays to stalk me, right, Michael?

I’m really serious about this holding myself accountable thing.

1. If by some chance you have figured out my yahoo id and wish to message me, please let me know by email or mail via nite flirt or private message me on twitter or whatever – that you want to be my buddy and I will add you.  If you just go ahead and add me, you won’t get a reply.  I have had 2 evenings of people playing really stupid games with me on yahoo.  I may just be really tired and need medication, but anyone who knows me knows I am not one for little guessing games and other time wasting activities.  I can only be held in suspense for so long and then I will just simply block your ass because I just don’t have the patience for 20 questions.  Play that stupid shit with someone else.  Seriously.  I’m a busy girl (laughing).  It seems so strange that I would be so animate about that — but there we have it.  I, CeCe, can not stand little games like "haha… do you know who this is?" past the first 3 minutes.  After that, you’ll get blocked and you’ll have to admit to me that you wasted valuable time playing silly games with me.  Honestly.  shesh.
2. Valentines Day is coming up.  And as some of you know, I do special things for Vday because it’s a day for lovahs.  If you have a special request (legal) that you would like me to consider for my Vday extravanza, let me know via niteflirt email or my personal email (if you have it) or these comments.  Some things you can request are special songs recorded for your enjoyment on an mp3 (last year I sang "I wanna be loved by you" Marilyn Monroe Style.  It was quite the event.  Record execs are still hounding me for a contract…), a piano piece recorded especially for you (and the rest of my fans – lol!) on mp3, a special game, a special recording/story, etc.  I have some special picture packets for you, and am getting a video snipet ready for you, too.  Most of these things will be at no cost, a few treats will cost you something but no worries, they will be priced with the crashing economy in mind.
3. Speaking of the economy – I am currently working on some customer appreciation items and will be revealing them on Valentines Day, too.  Please check your email on Niteflirt for special messages.  If you do not wish to receive any mail on your account, please let me know as soon as possible so that I can remove you from my mailing list.  I’m pretty good with lists, though.  I don’t mass mail and if I’m mailing you, I’m not selling you anything, I’m usually giving something away or announcing some sort of special or something.  I’ll leave the buttons linked to things for sale on my website and listing pages, deal?
4. I know that most of you have noticed that I’ve been on a posting spree.  Some of you may be wondering if this is going to go away.  Some of you have been teased by me before with these posts, and are not yet prepared to appreciate my efforts.  It is okay.  I’ll give you time to adjust.  But I’ve truly turned over a new leaf.  Not only am I getting up every day before 8:00AM to get ready to go to the gym and sweat!, but I am also taking an active role in reconnecting with my customers.  I’ve been a bad girl and not blogging, but I am going to start once more.  If there is anything that you would like me to discuss, or if you have any questions you’d like me to answer – then please let me know.  I will also be bringing back my podcasts and they will be hosted on their very own website.  Again, if there are any topics you wish for me to discuss, or questions you’d like me to answer, or if you ‘d like to ask Jackson a few questions or get his opinion on some things (remember how accurately he picked our current President?… mmhm… makes you wonder, doesn’t it?) you can send your questions to me and I’ll forward them to him. 

Gotta go to bed so I can get up and go to spin class.  Have a very good Monday – hope your team won and if they didn’t, hope you appreciated some of the finer moments of the game.  I was rooting for the underdog myself, but even I had to stand up and say "Holy Shit!" to some of those plays.  Man.   Big boys sure can move well. 

Listen, it’s not my fault.  I could stop if I wanted to.  I just don’t want to right now.  I was minding my own business when my cousin asked me if I was going to go to spin again tomorrow.  I suddenly thought to myself – wait a second – if I don’t go she’ll go and she’ll get the "burn" with out me and I’ll be jealous.  Before I could stop myself I said yes. And that, my friends, is the final step to my addiction.

Don’t worry.  I’ll be fine.  I’m more complaining just to complain and draw attention to the fact that I hurt.  But I signed up for it.  I knew that on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I would be spinning and then about 7 hours later returning back to the scene of the crimes and having the nazi trainer kick my ass.  I knew this – and yet I continued on.  My reasoning?  I need to get cardio in somehow.  So why not?  Just a second, my arms are telling me the many reasons why not…

The good news is: I haven’t felt better.  I really have not.  I think since the moment I stopped smoking I have been funky inside.  Just feeling kind of blecky and not quite right.  I definitely feel a big difference and much more myself now after the gym. I know I get a bit obsessive about certain things and I’ll try to even things out a bit by next week, I promise.  I know I’m all jock heavy right now and you’re all wondering if I’m planning on beefing up and competing for the title of most outrageous muscles on a girl type contest.  I totally don’t want buff – I want the slight jiggle I gained when I stopped smoking to tone up under my arm right there.  I want the little back fat pocket right there to go away and never return.  I want a firmer ass and more toned arms. More than that, I want to be able to run on the treadmill one day just cuz I can, I want my endurance to carry me further than I thought it could.  I want to be able to fill my lungs up with air and not start coughing from asthma or left over tar in my getting pinker by the day lungs. I want to beat my trainer in planks on Friday.  Today I held mine for 1 minute 30 seconds.  My goal is 2 minutes. I’m gonna beat her ass and make her cry on Friday.  Yeah.  (no – there aren’t tickets available or audio quite yet…)

I just got done reading about cigarettes – and as much as I told myself I wouldn’t be one of those ex smokers who lectured people about smoking, I’m about to be. Yeah Yeah Yeah – I know your erection just took a nose dive – but seriously – nicotine makes your dick go limp quicker anyway – so those smokers who are reading this won’t mind the familiar.   This is all I’m going to say though about it.  I really liked smoking.  I wish I could do it and not get sick and have lungs that worked right and not increase my chances of cancer, but unfortunately I can’t.  So listen up all my callers that are smokers:  If you can honestly tell me that you’ll quit this year, I will give you a free relaxation mp3 that could (it hasn’t been tested so I’m not making any claims! lol) help you relax and refocus and not freak out.  I can (and Tiffy can, too – along with all the other clients I have who stopped smoking…) provide you with lots of information and cheer you on and give you incentives (like the dick that stays harder longer isn’t incentive enough???!!!). The thing is: I’m going to be that kind of ex smoker that everyone hates.  I’m going to be this cheer leader for going to the gym, working out at home, getting some exercise (to the best of your physical ability…) and quitting all those nasty little habits like cigarettes.  Masturbate instead.  I mean it.  Keep your hands busy.  If you are interested in joining the smokefree dreamers (I’ve lost my mind…) then email me on NF or at celinawetdreams at gmail dot com and I will send you a form to fill out (a friendly contract that will hold up in any court of CeCe!) and we will start our make over.  Your family will thank you — and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with global warming because EVERYTHING causes global warming!

That’s all I got for you today.  I’m exhausted and I have some things I still need to work on before I have to go to sleep and do this all over again tomorrow.  I’m taking a nap tomorrow though.  Fuck it.  My day off from the gym is Tuesday – and (sobs) Tuesday was just a few days ago which means I have a whole lotta pain to endure before my next break.  I will (I promise) log in tomorrow.  Probably afternoon.  I have to go to my writing class in the evening (remember?) so I won’t be logging in late that nite.  I WILL be logging in during the day on Friday because I have no social life basically and working out makes me horny.  It really does. I haven’t thought about fucking so much since I found the hitachi wand and named him.

Talk to you soon!

As promised – I have a little treat for you. Even though it is “for sale” – I am offering first dibs at my valentines gallery that will be uploaded later on this month (or the beginning of next) – for a mere $10.00. Yeah. You heard me correctly! So for 10 little dollars you get 16 pictures of yours truly in a little pink bra (with hearts) in various states of undress. Enjoy.

I have also uploaded a special little podcast just for my lovers out there on this special day which is totally and completely FREE! Mmmhm. That’s right!

But wait – there is more! I’ve taken a little bit of a look at transactions in February – and all those callers who were on the phone with me for at least 14 minutes (get it? *grin) are getting an additional little treat. Please check your emails by tomorrow afternoon to see if you are one of those lucky recipients!

I truly wish for you all to have a great Valentine’s Day. Remember all the people who have been touched by you (I mean that sentimentally not perversely – well – maybe both!) – and how lucky they are to have been blessed by you – in addition to all those who have touched your hearts over the years and how blessed YOU are to have been blessed by them. There are many of you who have deeply touched my life in so many different (and perverse and delightful and loving and endearing) ways and I am remembering you all on this very special day.

I will be working for just a few more minutes here and then wrapping up early. If you did not catch me today due to my sleeping in a bit later than I had counted on (was dreaming about carbon 6 – sorry) or just missed me due to my logging out a bit early (gotta work out, buy a few cards for my family, and study some government for tomorrow’s class and go to bed early!) you can catch me tomorrow – Friday. You’ll FOR SURE see me at 10:00PM – but I may log in earlier after classes if I feel up to it before I get a nap in. Yup. I said nap.

Hugs and kisses to you. And thanks for being my valentine this year! xoxox

It has me thinking.

Is this every man’s fantasy?

Is this like some showtime television show that comes on about 1:00AM when all the little kids are in their pj’s with feet – and their parents are downstairs – in striped jail suits – watching the latest soft porn movie titled “Her time behind bars” – acting along with the somewhat predictable but no less appealing plot?

What is it about women in jail that makes a man’s penis stand to attention – and is this somehow to blame for the press frenzy around Ms. Hilton’s time there?

It’s not often that I listen to talk radio – but since my unfortunate event where my ipod and fm transmitor thing a ma jig was taken from me so violently (sob) – I have been listening to quite a bit of radio while I’m riding along in my car- and since the music played on regular stations no longer appeals to me – I change the station rapidly to talk radio. Everyone is talking about Paris – and they have their little spin on it – so as not to appear too… I don’t know … typical maybe. A show the other day almost caused me to get into an accident. A blonde called who sounded like a twin of Minnie Mouse – and described herself as being a DD – and small – like five feet and nothing small. She said that her boyfriend was in his fancy smancy car and had gotten pulled over by the police. She told the host of the show that she had never been so miserable in all her life and that she felt really bad for Paris and all that she would probably have to live thru while in jail. “They were calling me Princess” this stupid bitch cried. “It was because of my boyfriend – and I had a warrant because I didn’t show up for a court date – although I did pay the ticket – but they were so mean to me (hiccup) that…(gasp)…I just wanted to die! And the men there were so dirty – they were so (sniff sniff) filthy that I didn’t want to even sssssssit dowwwwwwn!”

I silently begged her to stop.

The hosts had hit their jackpot and went in for the kill.

“So how big are your tits?” They asked with what can only be described as a sinister laugh.

“What does that have to do with anything.” The blonde with big tits gulped. Good for you, I thought. Hang on to what little bit of decency you have left. Don’t answer the … “They are 34DD’s. I mean they are really big – but… what does that have to do with anything.”

“So are your nipples really sensitive?” The other DJ asked – dead pan.

“Um…” (Don’t do it stupid girl… don’tttttt) “Well – yeah – as a matter of fact they are … but again – this doesn’t have anything to do with my story.”

Oh yes it does!!! And for the next 15 minutes these two djs proceeded to show her exactly how relevant her jug size was to … well… to life. Specifically their fantasy about little princesses in jail – with big tits (or little ones – doesn’t matter) who find themselves in a jail cell – turning tricks with the guards for protection – or licking their cell mates pussy for a cigarette. Because that is what this is all about, isn’t it? Our (particularily) men’s fascination with women (princesses) behind bars – in dirty and animalistic places – where desperation can turn any good girl into a certifiable whore. Where bars are just backdrops to sinful fantasies – and where a key can unlock the possiblity of getting a girl to do just about anything for a hot shower and a phone call.

I understand. I have had my little fantasies, too – and well – I still like the whole gay cop bad inmate gay porn story. Never gets old. However, I don’t think I would be glued to the set – (or my Hitachi wand) if Denzel got put in jail today. I don’t even think I would be glued to the set if Richard Simmons was placed in jail – or any of the guys on Bravo Television’s “Work Out” – who have to be gay. I think. I don’t even think one of my callers – with muscles all lathered up in babyoil the way he likes – would get me to be obsessed about his time behind bars. How much is a photo of Paris in jail going for these days? And how many times has the mug shot of her been downloaded and downloaded ON these past … 12 or so hours?

Maybe I should put up a CeCe in jail listing. I can pretend to call you up collect – you accept the charges of course – and then I can tell you about my shower with the girls the other day. Or you can be the warden – and I can tell you to go fuck yourself if you expect me to be in the general public with the rest of the dirty filthy hos that are in here. You can push me down on my knees behind your desk – handcuff my hands behind my back to the legs of the desk behind me – and force your cock down my throat. Or – I don’t know – you can pretend that I’m in solitary confinement – and instead of slipping me a plate of hot slop thru the little slot in the door – you can put your cock thru the opening instead and insist that I suck that for lunch.

Seriously – if no one takes me up on my offer – I am going to be even more confused about the intense obsession with this chick’s jail sentence. If what I’m thinking is correct – right now at this moment – thousands of niteflirt girls are making up profiles about their time behind bars – and thousand more guys are lining up to call them and hear all about it.

I recently completed the incredible task of emailing 30 more men and sending pictures for each 15 minutes they were on with me. I really should learn to do this at the time that it happens – but that would be responsible of me – and we all know how procrastination is and will always be my middle name. Thanks again for all the great calls – and for being so patient with your presents! Enjoy them, boys. Remember – the promotion goes on until June 15th. I don’t know if I will continue it after that – you’ll all have to let me know if it’s a good idea or not. Of the 30 or so pics that I send out – maybe 5 men will actually write me back to let me know that they got them and enjoy them. Take your hands off your penis’ for a sec and send me a little note on nf or gmail (celinawetdreams) and let me know if you’re even excited by this offer. If it’s worth it to ya all – I’d like to continue doing it for another month. We’ll see, though.

I was going to write about a few of my favorite things (callers) but my hand is starting to cramp up – and truth be told – I’ve been extremely horny. I think I turned myself on with all this prison talk and I may just have to do something about that. I also have to work this evening *ho hum* which means I need to start saving up some energy so I can work out.

Remind me someone to talk about the cancer walk I participated in – and how drunk and horny I got while walking – and how we almost were asked to leave by the coordinators of the event. It isn’t as good as a prison type story – but it comes close in many ways!

*Smoochies*

So I cleaned – I did laundry – I took out the trash – I worked out – and I while I was vacuuming I started to feel not so heavy and a bit light hearted again. Whew. I knew it was the mess – I just knew it. It was preventing me from thinking. And you can view “mess” however lightly (or heavily) you want to.

I decided on what puppy I’m going to get. And my family is putting in their say – and I want to tell them that hey – I’m paying for the little bundle of joy myself – somehow – so their little say really is just a courtesy I’m extending. I mean – I’ll need a babysitter now and then and it will be nice to be able to rely on them for at least that much. Yes? I’ll be getting a Malti. And due to the bestiality fear that runs amuck on niteflirt – no button has been created yet. I need to write to the powers that be and ask them how best to go about making a donation button. Until then – feel free to call and know that your orgasm (and mine, too, if I’m lucky) is helping to contribute. As if you needed any more incentive to call, right? lol. I’m hoping that around my bday (November 24th) I’ll have the new addition to the family. I’ll need about 3 grand to pay for the vet, puppy, and a few necessities to start off with. Yes – I’m talking about bows for the little tuft of hair on top of his/her pretty little head, a sweater or two, and some other puppy necessities.

I realized that since the 15th of this month I have had about 10 customers who have qualified for a free pic (or two or three). I sent them out along with a thank you note this afternoon. I actually was a little tiny bit late – but all in all – I did it! I followed thru and a few of you will be happy to find some great pics in your email. Maybe you didn’t know I was running a special this month (May 15 – June 15). Well – NOW you know!

I have a final on Saturday that I need to prepare for. Tomorrow I’ll be doing calls and typing up my notes and studying. I work at the gym for the next 2 days so I’ll be probably having another all niter – but – we’re really not surprised, right? I ended up getting another A (100 percent, actually) on my last project – so I’m pretty much assured an A if I can at least get a B on this test. I’ll be striving to get an A on this test just because – well – who wants to “settle”? After my final I’ll be looking at my schedule for summer classes. I wasn’t going to take an art class this year – but I decided while I was cleaning up that you know what? I deserve to take a few classes that just feed me. As in FEED my spirit. I just need to find a way – need to find time – and need to just do it. As long as I take my other 2 classes this summer I can afford a bit of time just for myself. Plus I was able to sell a few of my art pieces last year and made close to $500 bucks – which for me was a treat. It was unexpected – and nice. It’s not alot – but hey – if I can make a few pieces to keep and a few more to sell this year – that’s (I’m bad at math so hang on while I figure this out…) 1/6th (right?) of what I’ll need for my dear little Maltese. So I’ll get to feed my spirit and feed my daugher or son. Sounds like an opportunity I can’t pass up!

Ok – so – I was stuck. But I think I was just a bit burnt out. I was working and working and I wasn’t getting anything to feed my spirit. I think everyone needs someone or something that just feeds them, ya know? Something that just motivates them to try a bit harder – and push themselves a bit more. I’m a person of meaning – so much that it bugs the shit out of me to just exist for the sake of existing. I was getting stuck in some sort of schedule and expectation type of merry go round that wasn’t working for me. It’s not that I need to have drama or angst to move me forward or anything – but I do need to have some LIFE – some unexpected surprises – and some joy – just some unadulterated (sheer, simply, absolute) joy. Trust me when I say – I’m a much happier person – and will continue to be – with this recipe in place.

So there we have it. I’m back – coming back – heading back. Whatever.

And before I forget…whoever was so kind as to send me my latest movies off my wish list – thank you thank you thank you so much much much! It’s kinda funny looking at the titles after this post: Happy Feet, Little Miss Sunshine, Holiday… It’s like my secret summer santa knew before I did what I needed. In addition to the not one but 2 ipods I got when mine was taken so horribly from me, my great writing books, and Milo the 1st, the rings, earrings, and necklaces, in addition to lipgloss and eyeshadow galore – these past few months have been a treat and then some. Thanks to everyone for cheering me and sending me tokens of your appreciation and adoration! *muahz!*