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One Man a Week

PS- A friend of a friend started a blog chronicling their adventure of making one pie a week.
I joked and said I was going to make a blog chronicling my adventure of sleeping with one man a week. Lawlz.

I imagine it to go something like this.

October 9th, 2009

Today I was in the mood for chocolate. Dark chocolate with big nuts.
I started my hunt with a Craigslist ad:
Young, slim bottom seeks aggressive Dark Chocolate, meaty top with a set of low hangers and a huge package...

I got more replies than I thought, and settled on a man who looked like a slightly thinner version of Taye Diggs.

I went over to his place. The door was ajar, just a crack. I pushed it open to reveal this gorgeous man laying naked, face down, facing me...
...


What a hoot that would be. BUT. I'm not a slut (not to that extent at least. jk)
That would send my very low number high sky. I can't say I'd be proud of that.
Anyways, I am fully exhausted.

xoxo
Cd

She's leaving...

My best friend is leaving. Joining the Air Force. It's crazy. I guess I never thought the day would come.
I'm one of those people who doesn't believe something until it happens. I didn't accept my Grandma's death until the memorial service, where I cried like a baby.
Tonight, I felt fine until I came inside from seeing my friend, 'R', for the last time. Then I had a panic attack.

I don't know why I'm like this. I wish I could just be able to accept something and believe it.

Better yet, I wish something so good happens I won't be able to believe it. I want something THAT amazing to happen.

I e-mailed my local radio station telling them I would be the perfect co-host for their show. Haha. Wouldn't that be awesome if something came out of that? I am realistic in terms of probability, but I do believe anything can happen. It just has to be the right time.

But what about the right decision? I've gone on with this charade that I'm joining the military for a few months, giving myself an excuse not to look for work (although I have). I've been telling myself and everyone around me that's what I'm doing, and October 2nd is the day I find out if my health is good enough to go.
Then the ball will start rolling. Should I stop it?

I am exhausted. Wanna bet I'm going to have some crazy dreams?

xoxo
CD

So Crazy boy.

Wow, haha.
I forgot I had a blog until I decided I wanted to start one.
My previous blog post... I can not believe that was almost two years ago. It really can't be.
Because I feel the exact same way as I did then. Except that instead of a nice-smelling piece of shit, it's the most rank, foul smelling piece of shit I have ever come across.
It could be worse. I don't have half the problems that one kid somewhere in Africa has...
"I know, poor Africa. It's like they put every bad thing and put it on one continent."

But the need to make music? I still feel it.
I have songs in me, but no way to make them come alive.



I think that's what made me come to making a blog in the first place. The need to express myself.
I have a lot to say but no way to say it...
Hmm.
I know I have some kind of original voice, something that this world is dying to hear, but I need the right context. I need somewhere to place all my ideas. I think music might be my answer, but for now, this blog will suffice.

Readers will come if they will, I suppose. If not, it's a diary open for all the world to see. And that's fine with me.