Not quite...

Found myself drunk at a well known hotel last night in a private suite doing something I still don't believe I did.  Note to self: Just say no. My only wish was that Colin had been involved... But then again, you wouldn't have to get me drunk to, ahem, yeah, well, y'know.

All for sex?

I've been thinking about something I've heard several times: We are motivated by sex and sex alone. Perhaps one may query, well what about money? Well, why would you want money? To get laid...etc...
 
So, what happens when you are married and still haven't fully realized your career? Technically you are no longer driven by the desire to acquire sex because you have it at home. Perhaps you have mouths to feed, et al., but what if you don't? And what if your drive to succeed has plummeted as a result of your constant free sex?
 
Well, I've decided that my new "drive for success" must be sex-fuelled for me to be able to really get where I want to be. Thus, I need a goal. I'm thinking Colin works. Especially since I already had an opportunity, but turned it down.  So, there you have it, my deep thoughts for the day.

Better. R-rating

Nothing like meditative masturbation to cure the blues.

I need help.

If I spent as much time and put in as much effort on my work as I just did on that damn blog I'd be a billionaire by now. Oh well. Perhaps this little experiment will get him out of my system so I can get to what I should be doing. Right then. Off to bed.

So I created this blog...

It is chock (sp?) full of Colin Farrell pics. Am I sick? Yes. Why? Can't tell you the details or I'll out myself, but man oh man do I lust after that lush. Get me drunk and in a room with him, forgetaboutit. Oh well, a gal can dream... (Or regret... But again, can't tell you about that.)

what is lusht?

lusht is lush lust, otherwise known as getting totally wasted and then wicked horny so that anything with a pulse seems acceptable. are you a lusht?