I have been feeling needy lately. Not necessarily in a sexual way (although, I’ve been having sex dreams like crazy… and I basically always want to fuck), but in a way that I just want MORE. Life seems like it’s on a forward spring, and I want to keep up that momentum. I know what I am capable of and I want it bad.
I have been killing it at work (I’m the boss now!)… and I have been killing it in my fitness journey preparing for Beachbody’s 80 Day Obsession that begins on January 15th. Speaking of which, I’m seriously considering posting before/after photos on this blog. I’ll have to hide my face of course. Not sure if I’ve mentioned this, but I’m definitely not a small girl. LOL. The 80 days are going to be pretty intense so I’m expecting some pretty big changes given my current fitness level. If I keep with the program, of course. Which I will… because, you know, obsession. I have never been physically fit in my entire life and I want it.
Also, I am sooooo excited for the holidays. I got my dad a coffee mug that says ‘Merry Christmas – Shitter was full’ and I can’t wait for him to open it. That is our movie, we watch it together every single Christmas. If you haven’t seen National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, you need to watch it now. Buying presents is my favorite, as per usual, I went way overboard. Getting gifts is great, but picking something out especially for a loved one and seeing their reaction is my favorite.
I’m excited to see my sister too. We have been talking for a few months about getting more tattoos. She is friends with a tattoo artist that works in a city almost exactly between us. I already have mine picked out, but she’s taking forever to decide. I want to get a blue Swedish dala horse on my inside right ankle and the words “jag är stormen” on my collar bone (maybe) in some pretty font. Perhaps it will be my gift for getting through the 80 Day Obsession and keeping it up afterwards!
In other news, I have been on Collarspace again. All I can say is – LOL. Talk about scraping the bottom of the damn barrel. If you are starting messages with “Hello slave cunt, thank me for giving meaning to your worthless existence” you are doing something wrong. The fact that I have to say that is a little sad. If only my fist could make it through a computer screen. 😉