This is like that lazer surgery that made me a backdoor virgin again... again.

Hey babe,
I'm back on the spot, makin it hot, spitting fiyah and confessin a lot.
For all those of you who used to follow my Friendster blog, back when we were all using friendster, well this is it's new incarnation, like the flower. So that means don't be handing out this url to just anyone. I am willing to: humiliate and defile myself and make myself prostrate for a good narrative, provided that I know who's in the audience.

But, that being said, don't be afraid to kick me while I'm down. You who have been invited to follow should absolutely feel free to comment no matter how harsh or malicious, infact, the more brutal the better.

So we'll file today's posts under "desperate acts"
Exhibit A of "Desperate Acts" is a Craigslist posting in the M4M section of the sex locator that i will publicly suggest was a 'creative endevor', a.k.a a junior art project, a social litmus test or to some a straight up joke. But what it really was, was the desperate plea of a young man who doesn't have a clue what to do.
finding a job is just part of the problem, the real issue is not having any real direction or interest in a direction... All I want is fancy cookware, a backyard and a 7-figah-ni**ah, well he doesn't have to be black, but that would help.

Anyways I sent this out into the universe, for better or worse, and straight up, i was hoping it'd turn out for better, but it seems God has something else in mind for me, cause nary a perspective husband has replied to my offer of companionship, colourful food and anal sex .

If you, in the mean time, know of any gays in needs of a 'hot male housewife 'send em' my way.

Check me out next time when i get into the dirty details of the bootycall and The Fundamental Conflict.

xoxo, Gossip Girl