9.29.2005

Flambe.

If I tell you all of my secrets and you still love me, then I guess I'm doing pretty well. That is what I've come to today. That is why I started this blog, I think, so I could lay it all out there and hopefully still have a few buddies left at the end of it. You are all sticking with me pretty sweetly. I think I may be kind of an extremist. (I see one eyebrow going up knowingly on almost everyone's faces).

Well, anyway, there are still some things I haven't told. And lots of love still. I am a lucky girl.

In the context of an already slightly raunchy conversation today, dot dot dot, someone told me that someone told him that I give great blow jobs. This, my friends, made my day. This is a skill I am very proud of, so, you know, to have it come back to you that you are living up to your own expectations, well, that's a good feeling.

I have conceived of an entirely knew standup set that I am very excited about. I think it may start to turn into my solo show. I'm feeling a bit inspired of late. Maybe I'll call that rich old Italian man I met who wants me to move in with him. Dominic. Time for a sugar daddy?

x
r.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i remember this one time, way back in the day, it was just me and Xena relaxing in the jacuzzi, topless, after a hard day's battling evil. she was all humming "it's been a hard day's night" (her favourite song), sharpening that slice-y hoop thingy, then she turns to me all out of the blue and is all like, "you give the best spongebaths Gabrielle", and i was all like, "wow, you know, thanks, i always thought so, but it's nice to hear".

and then we did it.

o wait.


'regular princess' my ass, should be BJ princess. apropos, markus says hi from the land of his burning home. we had a lovely chat about depravity (his) and chastity (mine, forced), last week ( -2 weeks?) while he was in town pimping PJ's stag/wedding/fiasco.


j.

urban improv said...

If someone said you suck at blow jobs are they being redundant?