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