
For those of you still using the “old” Blogger–why? I held off in switching, but it’s worth it. The conversion itself is simple (just sit back and wait) and the new interface is much less clunky. The Deadly Spinning Wheel of Publishing is gone! You can label your posts!
What’s the problem?
I’ve recently finished a tedious project. All my old posts–16 months’ worth now–have been transferred over to an archive blog, also on the “new” version of Blogger.
See, every time I got paranoid or whatever, I’d delete masses of old posts. How I long for a day when I don’t have to worry about old posts coming back to haunt me.
So now, everything is in one spot. One password-protected, invitation-only spot.
It’s mostly meant as a reference for me, but if you have a burning desire to read old posts, you may email me.
My little girl is learning the ABCs. She thinks that the letter after “g” is “ouch.” She has to stop and laugh at the ridiculousness of a letter called “ouch” every time we sing the ABCs.
It’s charming.
In my new adventures in dating, I’ve needed to remind myself that Real People are very different from Sex Bloggers. Things that can be said to one’s fellow Sex Bloggers without fear cannot be said to Real People without Real People accusing you of “sounding like a guy.”
Which apparently is not an attractive trait in a potential dating partner.
I’m going to have to write The Rules on my forearm and refer to them frequently.
The other day I was in a foul mood, which only lifted after a brief but intense session of coming.
Even a quick wank by myself improved my mood so much that I had to wonder: How would life be different if I’d spent the last decade-plus in a marriage with regular, happy sex?
Would I be perkier? More regularly cheerful? Overflowing with energy? I bet my teeth would be whiter, my hair shinier, my fingernails stronger…I bet I’d be thinner, stronger, taller even!
Shinier hair from more sex. I gotta get to it!



















