I've realized that I'm going to have to lie on my blood donor applications from here on out. I'm not going to stop donating blood because I fucked a gay man with a dildo.

Election results sucked.

If you want to feel like you didn't get your money's worth with your English degree, along with me and Weetabix, go look at her book list analysis. Only for people who don't get all uppity about literature.

The irrepressible Zenslut, Molly, is coming to visit on Friday and we're going out to the YouthPride benefit where the luscious Angela Motter will be playing. Yay. Molly gets in around 7:56 and the music starts at 8:00, so I'm hoping we don't miss Bucky. Oh, and she'll be staying for 3 1/2 fun-filled days at the Ranch. Woo-hoo!

Deb made incredibly yummy cabbage, potato and kielbasa soup last night. I took two bowls next door and ate dinner with Sara, who has not gotten over the evil cough from hell. We watched the not-great episode of Buffy and then I tucked her in bed and held her for a while. She went to the doc again today, and they've given her steroids.

The change of living without sex every day is starting to hit me. I don't have a date lined up for tonight? And I don't have one for tomorrow night either? What's wrong?

My big shock for the day came when I was Vanity Searching and found out that my Penthouse story is now available in a book called "Penthouse: Between the Sheets." I had no idea. Cool. I know now what my 100,000th visitor is getting for their prize. Oh, and if you buy one, I recommend you purchase it not from Amazon, but from a cooler, alternative bookseller, like Blowfish.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

Where the hell have I been? - 12:10 p.m. , 2007-02-19

Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11