From time to time, you get urges, ...and you mostly fight them since you know in your heart that to go through with 'em would be absolutely ludicrous, but occasionally, you get weak and you give in, the whole time saying to yourself
"This is crazy...this is just crazy. You better not let anyone know about this, cuz then they'll know just how crazy you really are."

So today's motto is:

Occasionally let yourself follow the madness within. Just don't tell anybody.

C.O.T.

I could use some chocolate chip cookies about now.

Now here's where this blogsite gets a little R-rated.

I used consider myself to be a pretty open-minded kinda girl, y'know, hip to modern-day protocol and all that, but recently I've realised that when it comes to discussing sex and anything sexual, I can be pretty uptight, depending on my company. Actually, it's not the fact that sex is discussed, but more so how it's discussed, that gets to me.

No matter whose company I'm in, I just am NOT comfortable saying certain things in raw, "gutter" terminology. When I'm in a discussion with a potential flam, or mixed company, I find myself definately making an effort to phrase things as delicately and politely as possible, even though it's clear that the other person/people in the discussion won't be offended.
I tend to say things like
" gettin' down to business (wink wink)..."
" well-endowed"
"been around the block a few times"
" in a position where certain things are accessible (more winks)"

And I never use parts of the anatomy as cusswords. Well...at least not the fun parts. (Heheh, just had an image of someone hollaring "You! You's a real bubby!" Was too funny not to share.)

The funny thing is, when anyone else around me spits out a graphic description, I actually pretend to be cool, like it didn't startle me, but I can almost feel myself start to blush.

I've heard "Daana, it's ok y'know, you can say it." a good few times in my life. Mostly from males. Why is that?


Did I say this was gonna be R-rated? *Sigh* I've done it again. This was PG-13 at best.

Oh my.
I'm absolutely, postively smitten by that rapper T.I. My heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my throat when I catch even the smallest glimpse of him on BET.

Anyone who can guess why I'm so taken with this particular rapper, gets a Menta Cristal breath mint (they're really good).

Hint: It's a really pathetic reason. Hey, may as well let others benefit from my dotishness.

Note: Lani is not allowed to participate in this game.

One summary of my weekend, comin' right up!

Friday's Highs:

• The surprise b'day shindig we had for my partner's mum. I just LOVE surprise parties!

Friday's Lows:

• The cold shoulder I detected from my partner.

Saturday's Highs:

• My mid-morning workout. Ah yes, I felt the burn.
• I had an empty house to myself for the day. Sweet solitude, how I cherish thee.
• The girls' nite. We ate, we laughed and we boogied. And come to think of it, we didn't talk about men as much I thought we would've.

Saturday's Lows:

• My mid-afternoon nap was interrupted by the mad dash I was forced to make in order to save the laundry from getting soaked by a sudden shower. Of course, as soon as I managed to get every piece of clothing safely indoors, it stopped raining.

Sunday's Highs:

• All the gorgeous dresses I got to pose in for a photoshoot. Who woulda thought I looked decent in mint green?
• The fabulous gold, "gih-tuh-muh" shoes I acquired!

Sunday's Lows:

• Still need to lose 20 lbs. *Sigh*
• Got my toenail lifted from my toe, again, in a ballroom incident. Very painful. I saw stars. And blood.
• More of the cold shoulder from my partner. AND I detected a smirk of amusement on his face at my unfortunate toe drama.
• Overheard him saying to someone that he ain' entering Strictly Latin 2005. So....I ain' nuhbody? Don't I deserve a discussion, or an explanation at least? What de ass I do to de boy?