Day 3- Your views on drugs and alcohol

Well now. Here's a topic that gets much heated debate across many boards. What do I feel about drugs and alcohol? I think I need to speak on each of these separately.

Drugs

Many things not labeled as "drugs" still work the same way and are technically labeled as such. Society has created a bad aura around the word. Anything that affects the mind and body could be considered a drug when one really thinks about it. What each person does with their body is something beyond my control. I approve of drugs when they are used correctly, so as to alleviate pain or to help someone get better.

What I don't approve of, is using them in such a manner that would cause one to be a danger to themselves and to others. There are drugs that, if used, will cause me to not be in a relationship with someone, simply because I don't wish to be around them, or because having asthma prohibits being around them, which means while they do whatever it is they're doing, I can't be with them. That makes me a sad kippy.

I could go further, but then we get into very direct territory.

Alcohol

It has it's merits. There is a time and a place for it and as with most other things, should be done in moderation. I have been known to imbibe a bit here and there. I don't drink as much as I have in the past and I think that is a good thing. After all, I do like being able to open doors... *mutters, "evil patio door..."*

Day 2: Where you’d like to be in 10 years

In 10 years, I want to be finished with school and having obtained my desired certifications (CPA & possibly CFE). I want to be working in an environment that I can truly thrive in (i.e. an accounting position, higher than entrance level). I also want to be in a better position to enjoy more things kink.

I thought perhaps I'd have more to say on this one, but I guess my goals are really simple. I could add in that I also want to have obtained my license for driving a motorcycle and to own a motorcycle by this point as well. I also hope to be MUCH farther along in Tai Chi than I currently am, but then I plan on doing Tai Chi for the rest of my life, so...

Another goal is to have reached my goal size and to have had at least one, if not multiple, sets of good, professional, kinky photos done.

I didn't realize it was this simple, but to actually achieve these goals takes a TON of work.

Day 1: The meaning behind your blog name

To discuss this, I actually have to talk about a couple of different names. First, there's my current FL nickname: twinklie. Then there's my previous nickname: kibblesntits. And finally, there's another nickname I go by: squiikitoi.

Squiikitoi is the oldest of all three nicknames and I still use it today. It came from my days of playing World of Warcraft. I had a gnome rogue who had pink bubblegum colored pigtails and she was very mischievous. She was a character that I truly relished playing. she was cute and feisty and didn't take shit from anyone. I adored her. The name for that character stuck with me even after I left the game and it's one that I will always cherish.

Kibblesntits. This was a nickname that I came up with on a whim and it made me laugh. I don't really use it any longer but some people still refer to me by it, so I felt it should be mentioned.

Twinklie is the newest of my nicknames. I created it a couple of years ago because I felt it was time for a change. What I actually wanted to use was twinkie, because well.. I'm soft and squishy with a yummy cream-filled center. That didn't feel quite right though, so I came up with twinklie, with a bit of help. I'm sure it will change again at some point, but who knows to what. My brain is a weird place after all.

30 Days of Blogging

Ok, so to help get myself back into the swing of it, I'm going to create a list of topics for myself to write on, one for each day. I know there are a few days where I will not be able to write, but as soon as I can, I will write on the next topic on the list. So without further adieu, here is the list for this time around.


Day 1- The meaning behind your blog name
Day 2- Where you’d like to be in 10 years
Day 3- Your views on drugs and alcohol
Day 4- Your views on religion
Day 5- Share a website you spend way too much time on, and why
Day 6- Write 30 interesting facts about yourself
Day 7- The hardest lesson you've had to learn
Day 8- A moment when you felt the most satisfied with your life.
Day 9- How you hope your future will be like
Day 10- Offline vs. Online relationships according to your own experiences
Day 11- Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.
Day 12- Bullet your whole day
Day 13- Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
Day 14- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 15- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 16- Something you crave for a lot
Day 17- Your highs and lows of the past year
Day 18- Your favorite song.
Day 19- Describe your childhood in sounds and smells.
Day 20- How important you think education is
Day 21- One of your favorite shows
Day 22- How have you changed in the past 2 years
Day 23- Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous and who you find attractive
Day 24- Your favorite movie and what it’s about
Day 25- Someone who fascinates you and why
Day 26- What kind of person attracts you
Day 27- Describe the last deep kiss you shared with someone.
Day 28- Something that you miss
Day 29- Make a list of random things you think about.
Day 30- Your least favorite words

"About time" Update

So yeah, it's actually way past time, but at least I'm getting to it, right?

I had my surgery in December. Two weeks later I got the staples removed and ended up having to lop off my hair. I'm still not happy about having short hair (even though apparently everyone thinks it's cute.. it's still not me).

The biggest change I've noticed since my surgery is that I've had a SERIOUS downswing in my computer usage. In fact, I've been actively avoiding the computer much of the time. I have only been getting on the computer when I have to. This includes messaging and texting. I've only been messaging with a few people. It's almost like I can't stand to see someone typing me. I want physical contact with them. If it can't be in person, I at least want to hear a voice.

I went back to the neurosurgeon last week for my six month follow up and was told that the incision has healed nicely and I don't have to go for another MRI until December. My hair has pretty much grown right over the entire area and even I have to feel around to find it. Looks like I'll be having an MRI once a year for the rest of my life. Yay me!

On another note, I did graduate on May 14th. No one is happier about that than I am. I've also done my orientation for my next school and class starts August 20th. Onwards and upwards!

I attended SELF this past weekend and that was a very interesting event. I wish I could have stayed the entire weekend, but that wasn't to be. I saw one or two people I knew, met a few new people and the rest.. Well, that's private. *winks*

I will try to be online a bit more, but if you want my attention, the best way to get me is to actually call me (not while I'm at work of course, because I won't be able to answer). It'll be a point in your favor if you do.

Somebody that I used to know

Sometimes you cross my mind and my heart hurts with the want of you. I cannot have you. I do not want you. We are done. Yet there you are. Somebody I used to know. Sometimes in the dark, the quiet still of the dark, images take over, feelings and desires from long past overcome me. My hands reach between dripping thighs. Oh how I wish I could rid myself of you. I do not admit this during daylight hours. I cannot, will NOT, go there.

Why does the want of you hit in my lonely times, when no one is available to distract me and keep my mind from circling around you, picking up that one tiny thread that remains attached to my heart and plucking it. I remember well how my heartstrings sung when I was around you. I also remember how you melted them, one by one, cutting into my flesh and pouring lemons into the wounds created by your words.

How is it that it has been so long and yet I don't feel like I have finished grieving over what we had, what we could have been? I pray to the gods that some day you will no longer be a ghost that haunts me. At the very least, I can use the emotions provoked to create beautiful stories that may be enjoyed by others.

I hate you. I never stopped loving you. I am scared of you. I write this in a place where I feel safe because I never shared this space with you. I wish I could be free of you. I wish I had your arms wrapped around me, your words controlling me. But no. I will not go there. You are a poison within me. I wish that I could make you just somebody that I used to know in my heart.

There are times when I am weak.

The Drums Carry the Rhythm

A bonfire casts light against the night air and figures dance, creating wavy shadows upon the sand as they move. The drums echo into the silence of the sand dunes, carrying long forgotten, instinctive movements along the airwaves. We join them, hand in hand, arms touching, bodies catching the movements and using them, turning the shadows into mated lovers, mirroring them. The air smells of sand and ocean, of sex.

I am swept up in the movement, feeling heady with the scents filling my nostrils, the sights and sounds before me and within me. Your hand trails up my arm and across my shoulder before making it's way down my side, causing me to shiver as your hand flits across my skin before finding a resting place against my lower back, pulling me close to you.

Your hand raises my face to yours and your mouth captures mine, kissing me deeply and dragging a moan from me, helpless to you already. I open my eyes and look into yours, seeing the perigee moon looking back at me, your gaze egging me on, heavy with desire. I press myself closer to you, biting my lip slightly as my hand makes a trail of it's own across your back.

A small hut stands off to the side, providing little more than a place to lay down up off of the sand. We slowly make our way to it, your hand caressing my ass. Upon arrival, you grasp me in a crushing kiss that takes my breath away before bending me over onto the seat within the hut. Your hand flits across my ass before you begin a tempo of your own, beginning soft and slow, stopping here and there to caress once more before continuing on. Swiftly your rhythm increases until I am whimpering and moving underneath you.

Having had enough of this game, you move, thrusting into me swiftly, taking me with the heat of your cock and allowing me no chance to regain any composure before you start fucking me, causing me to cry out and fly even higher. My muscles spasm around your cock as I cum, my orgasm blending itself with the drum beats in the distance.

Still you fuck me, taking your pleasure, wringing every ounce of moisture from my wet cunt. Your nails run down my back, causing a purr to rumble all the way through to your cock before you thrust hard and once more I'm spun off into another orgasm, my juices running down my legs. Your hands wrap around my hips, thrusting your cock harder and faster, causing one orgasm to fall into another and yet another.

Your breathing growing ragged, I can feel your cock grow larger as you get closer and I increase my own rhythm against you, milking your cock, wanting every ounce you give to me. You continue your pace until I begin to wonder if it was my imagination before you finally tumble over the precipice and cum with me.

Gathering our wits about us, we make our way back to the bonfire and bid a fond farewell to others still enjoying the party and getting a grin in return as they see the satisfied smiles on our faces. We return to the house, taking a shower to ensure sand isn't in unwanted places, before falling into bed, our arms entangled. Our breathing relaxes, providing a perfect counterpart to each other.