Isn't amazing that in this whole wide world I would find a common bond with people that write the most intimate details of their lives... whether that be about the cigarette that they lit after an amazing session of 5 hour sex or the day that there child graduated from kindergarten. It seems that a force greater than the power of being finds bloggers that understand your triumphs as well as your failures. It seems that they are there to pick you up when you need a loving hand or smile at your constant stories of boob flashing to make yourself feel better. Over the past 2 and a half years I have shared my first time of having sexual intercourse (doesn't that sound sterile?)How about sexual chocolate ( I think I like that better) (Father I swear that last statement was only for story interest so not true)Moving on to the time that I had to leave Paramedic guy due to his ingression's. It seems that I have found people that really understand me even though we share only the Internet. I am writing about this because I have been inspired by one of my blogger friends. Now I like to give credit where credit is due and we all have situations that inspire us to write after all isn't that what it is all about?? Inspiration
I would like to quote something that hits me down to the very electrical force that hits the AV node of my heart. I would like to publicly thank him for helping me see some light to my darkest days and remember what it is that makes my heart tick. And I quote "
Dancing is kind of primal.. drinking is a primal way to let go.. after that- I got nothin' except one more primal thing... Plant your bare feet into Mother Earth, dig in with your toes.. find your balance, and simply be who you are..
I suspect you may have saved some lives while working as an ER nurse.. save yourself first, others may need you later.. In the immortal words of Judah Ben-Hur on the Roman galley- "We exist to serve" "