Friday, September 16, 2011. It went and got all cold for my birthday, so I am dreaming of soups. Patrick is making chili as I type this, so I am staying out of his way and basking in the warm glow of this computer monitor. I figured, what the hey! Why not type out my Creamy Red Pepper Soup recipe? 1 large onion, chopped. 2 carrots, peeled and chopped.

This skin is made by sleeping. Thankfully it wasnt as bad as I expected and ppl around are rather nice to me. All I have to do now is to be more alert and respond to ppl waiting oustide the door before they ring the bell and get e.

In alcohol and trains, this neurotic bitch trusts. This is not an ode to the street-walking pleasure vixens and vampires of the world. Nor an attempt to justify the oldest profession in history. This is a shared confession and personal perspective, pure and simple. A huge part of me wants to be a harlot.

Within my work environment, we were asked that each morning a person present a message that would inspire our colleagues and give both them, and ourselves, some food for thought. This was my presentation and I believe all of us can apply it somewhere. This does not scare me though. Why should it? It is a 14 minute clip tha.