stop take some time to think figure out what's important

so that's kinda my motto and underlying demand of my online "identity" think4it. it's like hello, figure things out by thinking FOR it.... so it's exciting that I got a new shirt at target that says THINK on it... it's my little sub-alter-internet- ego... think... even though I don't quite do enough thinking for it.

And by the way- every man is looking good lately. I'm glad I have someone to abuse....

And...
my boy poops in the yard like the dog


more to come some day

2 months since last post... crazy!

things I've learned:
Not everyone tries anal sex
I have a six song mix and LOVE it :D
Whistling ability rocks.




A few Karen observations:
I'm on antidepressants. Celexia. Works great. Turns out after prozac not working on my sister, she is doing great on Celexia. Humm... genetics? Hereditary? Are my children screwed?

Knowing that you are a genetically depressed person... or however to put that that would make sense, it is nice to recognize your own manic cycles, or depression highs and lows. Like today, I'm on a high. It's great. I feel sexy, horny, and full of energy. I want to fuck the world and dance along at the same time. I feel like crack is coursing through my veins. I'm on fire. Unfortunately when I'm down I feel like a freakin rock. I just want to lay around and bask preferably in the sun.

So if I wasn't knocked up, married and settled down I would be a freakin whore I'm sure. I love the exploration of a new person. I love the sensuality of it all. I love the emotional exploration of getting to know someone new and the good and bad that you are introduced to with some one new and intimate. Although I still don't think I would ever had tried anal sex even if I was a whore. That seems to be one line I just am completely happy not to cross. I know, it's like a theme or something.

sigh :D