::Let Me Clear My Throat::

Y'all are gonna read this and think I have gone completely off the reservation.  Hell, I think the same thing, so you'll be in good company. I watched something earlier that gave me a slice of inspiration.  I've been writing alot about how I'm hoping to find love, for real this time, and not just the guy who wants to get me naked and go home. It's so damaging, and my ego has been shot to hell enough already.  So, I'm considering...(deep breath, don't laugh...) celibacy. By definition: cel·i·ba·cy   n. 1. Abstinence from sexual intercourse, especially by reason of religious vows. 2. The condition of being unmarried.   There aren't words to describe how foreign this concept is to me.  I don't even really know where to begin other than to just...not.  That in itself is crazy.  I am the embodiment of a sexual person; I'm comfortable with it, I like it, and I like that I am open minded enough to be as adventurous as I am.  I'm smart enough

People around me are gonna start needing protective gear, cuz my bomb clock is tick tick ticking. As hard as I'm trying to stay cool and collected, my golden, bucolic self seems to be in a constant state of rumble.  To ask why would only bring a barrage of frenzied answers, so I'm gonna try to break it all down and maybe then it will make sense to everyone, including myself.   I don't seem to be able to escape being everyone's go-to girl when they want something.  Whether it's money, sex, attention, time, rides, advice, this or that task, favors...someone always seems to have a hand stretched out, palm up, with a horrible case of the "gimmies".  I am feeling cornered and suffocated with something or someone constantly on top of me. Not only am I being suffocated, but then at the end of the day after I've been raided, there's nothing left for me but an empty fucking bag.  I know life's unfair but damn, I should be getting at least a littl

A few months back I took a break from my usual angst and wrote a short blurb on a fast rising band I was into.  Since then I decided that they needed something a little...'wordier' (and if you're a regular reader, you know Wordy is my middle name).  I knew that one paragraph wasn't enough to encompass the wonder that is Ceasefire.   If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you've definitely heard me yelling about these guys more than once, and for good reason.  Let me drop a little musical science on you with a quick bio: Ceasefire was formed in Orange County, California in 2011, spawned from the beautiful minds of brothers Kamren and Ray Alexander, and made whole by Anthony Hainsworth: Drummer Extraordinaire, and Bass Master Flash Brandon Franklin.  Together with their Rockstar manager, Gabe, the guys create magic and make it look effortless.   I consider myself an avid music fan with a pretty eclectic palate, and I can still say I don't think I've h