
Yep, I had to do an installment of Stream of Consciousness Friday today.
My mind is overflowing with thoughts and emotions that I haven’t had in weeks.
My first ever Half Nekkid Thursday post that I put up yesterday was quite a hit.
It elicited the most comments I have ever gotten since I began blogging a little less than two years ago.
A large portion of the visitors came via the site belonging to the Uber-Hot Dana.
Thanks Much, dear. I guess you are kinda like my pimp now.
Who knew that pictures of me, scantily clad, would set the internets ablaze in an inferno of passion, eroticism, and in many cases, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
Bow Chicka Wow Wow, and a slap on the ass to me, bitches.
Just think…If I had the rugged, yet cosmopolitan sex appeal of say Richard Gere, rather than the sex appeal of Richard Nixon, I may have doubled or even tripled the number of comments.

I may have even gotten emails from women begging me to have sex with them.
Instead, the only emails I received were from Dr. James Dobson of Focus on the Family and Pope Blitzkrieg Benny, asking me to cease and desist or burn in hell.
Oh, I did get one message asking me to put up pics of me entirely naked.
It came from a correctional facility in Alabama from someone named “Prison Bitch Daddy.”
PBD, maybe next time, if you ask nicely rather than threatening to impale me with your, as you called it, “Juggernaut of Justice”, I might oblige you.
Damn. Sweet Baby Jeebus, my hands are so frickin’ dry from the winter weather. They’re cracking…and this time it’s the tops of my hands. and not my palms.
My palms are usually quite calloused and…Holy Octo-Legged Ooo Ooo…There is a huge ass spider crawling on the wall. Hold On.
Ha. Smashed him flatter than Ariel Sharon’s brain wave activity. Take that Mr. Arachnid.
It’s nice to do a stream again...
But I can’t always do one on Fridays any longer, because I’ll be doing Half Nekkid Thursdays (and boy do I have a doozy for next week) from now on as well.
I certainly don’t want each of my daily posts to be restricted to a certain theme. Because, when you label me; you negate me.
Ask any tiny, lonely, unpurchased can of Potted Meat if that ain’t the truth. Boy Howdy!!
Well folks, that’s it for today. Thanks to everyone, and especially the new visitors, who stopped by yesterday to delight in my hotness.
Enjoy your weekend and I’ll see ya tomorrow, horny and hung over as always.
Cheers!!