March 17, 2012

I'm So Grown

Last night, I went out to a hole-in-the-wall bar across the street from a college bar. With my visitor in tow, I went to the HITW bar first. Loved it. I was a hit of the bar because everyone else there was fugly. I even got a free drink. Woot woot. Gotta love HITW bars.

Then we walked over to Loony' of three of the bars in lameass UMD's area. I don't understand why there are only three 'college' bars. As much as I hated UGA, at least we had 70+ bars to choose from in the great city of Athens.

Anyways, I was having a grand old time. I was drunk but not super drunk (good job, Iroar!). I was laughing at these two clearly trashed white boys who were dancing and singing along with the band as though they were having the times of their lives. It was cute. I appreciate people who are not afraid to go crazy and have fun by themselves even if they look crazy.

Drunk white guys

Eventually the bar started playing more poppy songs so dumb college people started dancing. I love to dance and I really can't help myself from dancing especially if a good song comes on and other people are dancing. 

There was this one blond girl dancing by herself. Since I do not dance with men, I started dancing with her.. not like dancing ON her but NEXT to her. I thought we were having a grand old time. I was. Like I said, I love dancing. Alluva sudden, she *poof* disappears.. like runs away. I saw her blonde hair streaking away. I was like "rude." I thought we waz dancing together. 

Then, as I was sipping my drink at my table, blonde homegirl comes rushing at me with her arms like around my neck. Bitch is trying to choke me and is pushing me!!! I was running into the table! Now, if this had been my younger days, this bitch would have ended up with punches to her face and kicks to her vagina. I don't let NO girls, especially a white blonde girl to be putting her hands on me. 

But, I'm grown now and a lover of peace so I was like "whoa!!!!...whoa. Girl! What's happening?!" Homegirl replies "you were mocking me while I was dancing!" And I was like "No!!! I was just trying to dance with you!" Then she goes "I thought you were making fun of me." Then she walks away still kinda angry. 

Goddamn. I am so nice. Especially since she was all up in  my grill while everyone else was staring. Then to make me even nicer, I went up to her and bought her a shot. Then I gave her a hug and walked away. 

I should get an award for that.

Tonight, I'm going out in DC with all the (lame) people that I know here. Sigh. I wish I had real friends. For Anna, I will be on my best behavior. I swear to her.  

March 15, 2012

Don't worry, don't worry. I won't be contacting old weirdo dude from previous post to give him nice kicks in the balls. Definitely not my cuppa tea. I was just bored last weekend. This weekend, I have a visitor coming! He told me not to mention it on here but I iz.

This is the third night in a row that I'm not drinking. Every time 7:00 PM rolls around, I feel that urge. I just have to keep myself busy. Tonight, I plucked all my mustache hairs.

Tomorrow is another's the weekend. And I just got my ID back. The streets of DC are no longer safe. Muhahaha. Jaykay jaykay. I'm really working on my drinking cuz it just occurred to me that I can't go work internationally until I have a stronger handle on it. I DEFINITELY can't go to Korea. Earlier this week, I was pissed at myself for having these problems to the point that it was impeding my travels. Ugh. I hate it. I wish it would just go away but it's so hard. *sad face*

That's me. Jk. That WILL be me in about.... 3 more months of eating super clean and working out. Actually, I don't think I'll ever get like that because I don't want to give up all the pleasures in life just to have 0% body fat. Girls are supposed to have SOME jiggle.

All not drinking does is make me want to sleep. I'm going to sleep now. *sigh* Good night.

March 11, 2012

Must Share

Omg. The world is full of crazies.

I have to update quickly because in about 15 minutes, I'll be cutting into my 7 hours of sleep and teaching children with less than 7 hours of sleep is horrendous. But I had to share.

Quick note though. Starting in April, I will be living in this humongous townhouse all by my lonesome. I have two options to battle my loneliness.A) Find a male mate to keep me company or B) Drink myself into an oblivion every night. I prefer A because then I won't be indulging in B and I get to have sex. At the same time, I'm seeking a sugar daddy because I'm a brokeass and I've always wanted to find one. When I want something, I usually get it. This past weekend, I've been exploring Craigslist. It's hilarious. Check out the convos between myself and an ad I responded to.

Queen TMI
8:01 PM (2 hours ago)
to krdzv-28890235.
Hello there. Your proposition sounds intriguing. What does it entail? And is a graduate school student okay? 

Dear Ms.
Thank You for responding to my ad; I am very happy to financially help and assist You and spoil You. And, yes, a graduate student is very welcome.
This not about sex; I do not seek or expect sex.
I am a professional, very physically fit, 5'-8", 140 lbs, brown/gray hair and bluish/gray eyes; Caucasian; I am not married and I am age 62; I take very good care of myself.
I am seeking to worship and serve and pamper and spoil a Princess/Goddess such as You; for me, it is not about sex, as, again,  I do not seek or expect sex. My hope is to have a relationship based Female Supremacy and worship and serve You as the Princess and Goddess that You are and be Your true and real slave (not sex slave as I do not seek or expect sex, but be Your true and real servant and slave based on Female Supremacy);
I hope to be considered by You. I look forward to hearing from You. I am also very happy to help You financially.
I hope to be Your slave and be slave trained and disciplined by You.
Your thoughts?
Thank You;

Queen TMI
9:10 PM (1 hour ago)
to MatureBenefact.
Thanks for your response. I'm sorry but I lol'ed at your email. It sounds silly (to be honest) but intriguing. Can you be more specific in what you mean by 'slave training' and 'disciplined?' And how can I be ensured that you are not a psycho-killer? 

Dear Ms.:
    In order to know that one whom You may choose to get to know from on-line, it is best to take one's time and get to know them by e-mail, then, by phone conversations, and ask many questions, and, then, several public meetings.  By that time, one knows or should know with whom they are getting to know;
    All that being said, I am the safest person You will ever meet as I am more cautious than You and anyone else You may come to know,
    Also, based on Your response, I take it that You have no familiarity with and no idea of the Female Supremacy Lifestyle or what it is about.  And, I sense that You have no interest therein.
    However, I do thank You for Your initial inquiry.

Queen TMI
9:39 PM (1 hour ago)
to MatureBenefact.
Hi Jack. You're right. I have absolutely no idea what the female supremacy lifestyle is. But I am open to learning about it. I googled it and to me, it seems just like that fem/dom lifestyle. But again, I'm completely ignorant when it comes to matters such as that. If you wish to enlighten me, like I said, I'm open to learning! I think it's very interesting. I majored in women's studies and though I don't believe females are superior over men, I want to know more about what you speak of. But if you consider it a waste of your time, then you don't have to and I wish you luck in your endeavors of finding this particular kind of female. =) 

Dear Ms.:
    The Fem/dom  interaction is about catering to a male fetish and sexual fantasies.
    The Female Supremacy Lifestyle is about Female Empowerment through the slave training, very strict discipline and subjugation and humiliation and "desexualization" of the male; there is no sex, never, and no sexual aspects.
    I do believe in Natural Female Superiority and in Female Supremacy;  and, I am serious.
    Your thoughts?
Thank You;

Queen TMI
9:58 PM (43 minutes ago)
to MatureBenefact.
Again... I have to adjust my brain to think of that kind of situation with an open mind. What would that entail on MY end? Like what would the roles be?
10:08 PM (34 minutes ago)
to me
Dear Ms.
In private, I would hope to have the privilege to be Your nude slave (only me nude; You would be fully dressed always normally as You choose to be) and have You slave train me, subjugate me, humiliate me and discipline me (very strict whippings and, at times, kick me in the balls when You feel that to be appropriate);
Also, I would hope to be Your servant, waiting on You hand and foot and at Your beck and call, and do domestic tasks as You would like (housework, cleaning, laundry, etc.) and, if You allow, worship You at Your feet, again, no sex, never.
If You would like to talk so that I can better explain, my number is 410-303-XXXX; I believe very strongly in Female Supremacy and Natural Female Superiority.

Queen TMI
10:27 PM (15 minutes ago)
to MatureBenefact.
G-chatting would be better. Maybe you should make a gmail account.

Omg.... Like I said... Crazies...all up in this world... But definitely interesting. I will keep you posted on this. Honestly, I'd rather just have sex than pretend that I enjoy humiliating a grandpa. That would just be sad. 

This is hilarious, dontcha think?

Good night. 

p.s. I'm also posting this just in case one of the Craigslist crazies comes to kill me. Scawy. 

March 10, 2012

19 and 40

Aaaaaaaand I'm back. My hellish 5 weeks of takeover at my school is over. I haven't had ANY time to do anything. But I'm back now and I'm super excited to be done with that.

Anyways, as you may or may not know, I have a very wide taste for men (that sounded weird.) But you know what I mean...I am open to most types of guys as long as you are not a loser, a psycho. or a dummy. My previous dating/boinking record can vouch for that. If you lined up all the men (and one woman) I've been with, you would walk down the line being like "whoa...where'd you come from? Where'd you come from?" and so on. It's kinda funny and awesome.

**sidenote: Omg. I just spent an hour re-reading shit (looking for material I will write about in this entry) from my Irooooooar blog. Is it bad that I lol'ed and clapped at my own stuff? Goddamn. I'm my own #1 fan. It's sad, I know. But this is my greatest line: People may think that I'm whore-y having this list and all that... but that's okay. No guy or person will ever have the ability to make me feel like a whore because I'm the master of my sexual ship. *high fives myself*

And that is greatly relevant to what I will write about today.

Teenage boy
40 year old

So, I have my "to-do" list that I update every time I am single. (As I am newly single, I still have to update the one I made in Springtime 2011). Here are two bullets from that list:

  • An older, rich man- And I mean WAAAAY older like 45+. Since I also want a sugar daddy, I can knock out 2 birds with 1 stone. I'm all about deals. 
  • A teenager-I'm sorry, but I am attracted to young-looking boys. I think it's because I was prohibited from having teenage sex (I did anyways), but when someone tells me I CAN'T do something, it makes me want to do it more. Okay, maybe that's a bullshit excuse to explain my desire for statutory rape. There's just something so cute and turn-on-ing about an inexperienced, horny teenage boy. Since I'm not a complete monster, I GUESS the cut-off age is 16. I think this is the perfect age to start banging.
As of recently, I can kinda check off both of those and you get to know about them! (I say kinda because I didn't seal the deal with either of the two experiences but they were definitely experiences.) 

First, I will share the 40 year old expurrience which happened in January of 2010. I actually wrote on my Iroar blog before the sole tryst happened but I never published it because the experience failed shortly thereafter. Here is what I wrote that explains how I met the dude:

  • The night at Tavern successfully yielded a candidate for my "To-Do List." On my list (and ever since I could remember), I included a man older than me and possibly, a rich one that can buy me some fancy lingerie and some Grey-Goose. I don't need a full-on Sugar Daddy because I don't believe in exploiting men, even though men are retarded.

    Alas, I found my older sugar daddy this night.

    After downing another 3 ketel one, not-so-dirty martinis, I had to urinate. Going with Sawa, we encountered a mini-man (a man under the height of 5-8) who bellowed as we passed by, "Do yall mother fuckers want to drink?!"

    Now... if this person had politely asked us "Do you ladies want to have a drink with us?" I would have declined. Only because, I do not accept drinks from random, normal men. However, there was something alluring about this mini-person yelling at us and calling us 'mother fuckers.' I was instantly intrigued.

    He then proceeded to tell us that an older, richer man was going to be the one purchasing the drinks. As he said this, I noticed this older gentleman with silver hair staring in our direction. I knew he was the one that would be purchasing our drinks so we accepted.

    After some drunken rambling and ordering 2 double Ketel one shots, I soon found out that this silver foxed man was divorced with four chil'ren. He also had very cute dimples and his wavy, pillowy silver hair was beckoning me to find out more. We exchanged numbers.

    I am writing this furiously because as we speak, he is on his way over here into this house-sitting location. And I wanted to explain about him before anything actually happens.

    So that's how I met SilverFox.

    Let me find a picture of him real quick:
    I HIGHLY doubt he would ever read this but if he does, sorry for sharing about you! 
    Now, in reality, he can't be called a true SilverFox because when I think of a SilverFox, thoughts of George Clooney are beckoned. I only wish I could score a older rich gentleman that is a true silver fox. This guy looked just like your typical, aging Dunwoody man. While that might not excite the average female, having worked in Dunwoody for years and always pondering what it would be like to be bonin' a Dunwoody-type man, I found it exciting.
At the bar, we had established (in a five minute conversation) exactly what I expected from him and what our 'relationship' would entail. After writing that entry, I quickly went up to shower and dressed up in an outfit that would make HIM think of a younger, crazy girl and, hopefully, that that thought would excite him. 

The dude arrived at my house-sitting location (a very big, Dunwoody house). He drove a huge forest-green SUV, typical of a Dunwoody family man. It was funny because he basically screeched into the garage with it. He was wearing pajama pants, tennis shoes and a t-shirt. I thought he could have at LEAST dressed up better than that and when I said this to him, he said that he had to hurriedly leave his house because his four children had fallen asleep and he wasn't sure if they were going to wake up and not find him there. I told him he couldn't come into the house (out of respect to its owners) but I went inside and fixed him and myself a drink. (I was already pretty tipsy). 

We talked for a good hour. I asked a plethora of questions, including: 
  • How much money do you have? Do you have more than a million dollars? A million dollars really isn't that much if you think about it. Yes, with all my assets, I have over a million dollars. But I have four kids. 
  • What do you do for a living? As little as possible. *guffaws at own joke* 
  • How many women have you slept with? That is such a younger person question. 
  • Why did you and your wife get a divorce? She cheated on me. Now she lives with that guy. 
  • Aw...were you sad? I'm over it now. 
  • Would she be jealous if she knew you were with a younger, hotter girl? Probably. 
  • Have you dated somebody after her? (ie: before this *points to him and me* situation?) Yes, one. But she turned out to be crazy.
  • Do you like my hair? It's dreaded. It is? 
  • Do you think I'm crazy? No.
....among others. My first encounters with men usually is an in-depth interview. Sorry, I like to have all the information before I make the executive decision to include you in my sex life.

The next hour we spent the time making out. Lol. I was thinking that making out with a 40-something year old is pretty standard except he probably kisses better than the average male. You would hope so because he's had more practice than someone my age. Guys, in general, are horrible kissers.

I asked him to give me a hickey. He gave me two. I had to wear a scarf for a week around my mom. We didn't have sex but I definitely gave him a job...the product of the job, which I spit on the pristine garage floor. Ew. Lol.

We made arrangements to really seal the deal in a hotel room shortly after New Years (this was like the day after xmas). He said he would bring me Grey Goose and lingerie. He texted me later that night saying that his six year old was up when he got home looking for him. Oops. 

Except for a couple of follow-up texts, I never heard from him again. I wasn't crushed or anything but definitely confused. Very rarely will I hook up with a dude and never hear from him again... I was confused because if I were him, I would consider myself a goldmine. I mean, I'm young, relatively hot, gave him an awesome BJ (like under 4 minutes good). I suspect that he felt guilty about seeing me. He has full custody of his kids and there are four of them, two of which are teenagers. I don't think romping around with a crazy younger girl was his cup of tea, after the fact. That is what I think accounted for his vanishing without informing me. Still, I thought it was very inconsiderate of him. We did have plans after all. He could have explained himself and I'd be 100% fine with it. I'm very logical when it comes to any kind of relationship and would have accepted whatever excuse he would have thrown at me. Meh. I have bigger fish to fry.

And that is my experience with a 40 year old. We are still friends on Fbook. I wonder what he thinks of the experience. Lol. 

I'm definitely still looking for an older guy. I always will be. I kind of want to leave a posting on Craiglist and hope that a rich Republican politician will answer it. I'm very close to doing that. If I do, I will definitely write about it on here. Hahaha.


The 19-year old is current. I won't write much about him because he actually MIGHT stumble upon this and probably wouldn't appreciate me writing about him and his teenaged self. Plus, it's current and I don't really write about current boys. Just know that one exists in my Blackbook at the moment. *smiles*

I've always had a thing for teenaged boys. I think I always will. That is why I cannot teach high school... In my defense, I didn't think this guy was 19 when I met him. He doesn't LOOK 19. I found out he was 19 after I realized I was looking at prom pictures and his senior year of high school on Fbook. Most girls would peace out at that point but that further intrigues my pedophile self. 

I met 19-year-old at a bar about three months ago but didn't do anything about him until I became single. He is in the army (and I usually NEVER would associate with army blokes). He is black. And he is HOT. He is SUPER hot. Like borderline Adonis status. He still has that teenage face but I know when he becomes my age, he will reach Adonis status...especially if he works out more. *sigh* 

The sad thing is, I asked him to come over last night. Last night I was intent on getting drunky-drunk cuz it was my last day of Takeover and I wanted to celebrate both with drinking and then having male company. I I got drunk with two of my cohorts and intended to meet up with him afterwards. He was on his way to my house (though with a friend...which leaves me scratching my head. Does he think that I would have a 3some with them or something? Ick. One Army teenager is enough for me...unless the other 
teenage boy is NOT in the army). And... I PASSED OUT. Arg!!!!

I woke up to 10 missed calls from him and 2 very angry texts. He rode a taxi here and I know that taxi ride cost him a pretty penny. He was probably waiting outside for at least 30 minutes because the 10 calls span over that time. It was cold last night. Apparently Phong & Anna answered the doorbell when he rang it and they wouldn't let him in for fear they might rape me. Lol. Then he probably had to ride another taxi to the Metro station...and he had to be up at 6 this morning for whatever Army crap he has to do. 

I feel SOOOOOOOOO bad. I hope he doesn't count me out from this. I apologized like no other. But he's going to be gone for the next two weeks sans phone. Maybe that's his exit ticket. God I hope not...cuz he's so beautiful. Plus he's 19. *skips around happily*

Dayum this entry took me forever. Sorry the content is so... all-over-the-place. Gonna go run errands! I love the weekend!!!!

March 3, 2012

Damn Hayden Penty-Face.

Since I have zilch exciting things happening in my life (and as I'm procrastinating getting started on my lesson plans for my final week of takeover), I shall write about celebrity news.

Ex-boyfriend #3 always chastised me for caring about the lives of celebrity. Sorry, but I find it fascinating. ALL of it. I love hearing how famous people decide to deal with all the attention and $$ they get. Most of them fuck it up. It also amazes me how foolish the average population is in taking the Hollywood lifestyle for face value and are quick to dismiss rumors, thinking celebrities are actually LIKE the way they portray themselves. Dummies. I actually believe that 80% of the rumors are true and that most celebrities just have really good PR agents. Overall, I think Hollywood is a huge illusion... if you think that John Travolta doesn't enjoy sucking penises and is happily married to Katie Preston or if you believe that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are actually married, you're a schmuck.

I read blindgossip and crazy days and nights via GAWKER. Every Saturday morning, hungover or not, I chill in bed for two hours and catch up on all the crazy news Gawker has to offer me. Here's the most recent shocker:

Yall thought Hayden was all sweet and innocent and supporting dolphins' welfare. Bullshit. Supposedly, she likes to get beaten by her boyfriends and is part of a scandalous group that is allegedly a group of high-end escorts. I always knew things weren't as they seemed with Penty-face. Everyone fawns at how cute and hot she is. Ugh. I think she looks like a midget. She was super cute in Remember the Titans of my favorite movies.

So this was the blind posted:


This former B list television actress who was on a really big hit network show just a couple ofyears ago now just seems to float mindlessly and flit between boyfriends. She comes from a broken home and abusive home. Her dad used to beat her and get into bed with her. Her mom just let it happen because she was being beaten herself and did not want to provoke. Well, now the actress who is still very young only seems to date boyfriends who are abusive and willing to hit her. Her last boyfriend (former A list athlete with B list name recognition) was so scared that he would kill her he broke up with her. Her new celebrity boyfriend does not punch nearly as hard but seems to love it. Probably getting out his anger because he is closeted. 

So the regular commentators on this blog CrazyDaysandNights already knew off the bat that it was Penty-face. Apparently there' s a huge community of devoted celebrity-gossipers including celebrities themselves. I just dabble in it and read it for guilty pleasure. 

But check out one of the commentator's comment:

Himmmm said...

Okay folks, here goes. Excuse the spelling as I'm on an iPhone w/o spellcheck. First, sorry for unleashing all of this. Second, I am NOT judging this young lady - just saying that help is there for all of us if we accept it and want to help ourselves.

And third, if this BLIND ITEM hits and spreads through the web far, wide, and rapidly, I may have to remove this comment. It can cause problems I cannot explain right now. (Don't want trouble for "Enty", so don't be shocked if the whole item and/or my comment gets erased to avoid trouble).

So here goes: Yes, this IS Hayden.
100% totally. I know this for a FACT. The wording of this item is NOT 100% correct - which may be intentional to deny it legally, but it is close. But there's far more to this than is being mentioned, revealed, or even hinted at. For all you GoogleSleuths out there just look up the past news stories about her Dad getting arrested on "domestic" issues - then her mom dropping it. It's not just about a fight, smack, or basic domestic issues. It's about sexual perversions, videotapes, witnesses, and the loss of MONEY and FAME.

I am a FORMER personal "friend" of a woman named Diana Jenkins. Doubt you know her, but she's the Rosetta Stone of every scandal and perversion from Hwood all over the globe. She's an Uber-wealthy divorcee whose hubby ran UK’s Barclay's bank - and she ran the Arab investors for the bank! She's been running a high class call girl/party-girl ring for Arabs, Wall Street, DC, Royals, and Hollywood elites. She's also a MAJOR philanthropist, arts supporter, political donor, and social hostess to EVERYONE. Her best Hwood pals include Sean Penn, Clive Davis, Ari Emanuel, George Clooney, Cindy Crawford, and her “little pet” named Hayden. Diana is the connector of wealthy Arabs and Asians and Athletes with Hwood actresses/models. She also is a sick and twisted bitch. When Hayden and her own Mommy went on the outs, Diana Jenkins took that place in her life, by Hayden's choice.

Leslie P. is not just a poor victim in this trainwreck. Trust me. She's at LEAST 50% responsible (if not more) for encouraging, enabling, and at times even participating in her hubby's twisted fucking life. Leslie's kinks cross the line into depravity, illegality, and inhuman sickness. As in: Ryan ONeal, John Phillips, Tish Cyrus, and Dan Schnieder territory. (Far worse than Pimpa Joe Simpson!)

She's not just had chances to stop it or walk away with the kids, but she elected to not protect her kids - and give in to the hedonistic sickness in her bedroom (all for her own greed). You think Dina Lohan is bad?

Leslie's guilt is compounded by trying to save her daughter's "IMAGE" (so as not affect her earning potential); and hoovering her own mountain of drugs, booze, fame, and fucking (of everything with legs)...Leslie IS as bad as her hubby - maybe worse because she KNEW it was wrong but didn't stop it and at times fueling it.

It's easy to argue that Hayden is forever a victim which drives her own insane life choices - and I'm not a psychologist - but she has taken it further into becoming a willing perpetuator of it (and saying she loves it). Not just the physical and mental violence she enjoys, but her insatiable appetite for the most bizarre shit she can indulge in to "top" herself. She was offered help by some who genuinely cared for her and worried for her. She mocked them and tore off on her own streak. Now? She craves it and considers nothing taboo. NOTHING! Just ask Mario Lopez (right Enty?).

Himmmm said...
There is NEVER any excuse for inflicting sick acts upon a child (of any age). This stuff all began in Hayden's teen years. And her Mom was as much a part of it as her Dad. Leslie's idea of a fun time was a coke-fueled orgy with 2 young studs...and her daughter and daughter's pals watching or joining in. Leslie preyed on Hayden's boyfriends, and Hayden preyed on 40yo-60yo producers, directors, agents, and studio bosses - male and female - (even offering one of them an in-home party he'd never forget). All this before she aged 19.

Meanwhile, dear old dad with his own substance abuse issues made sure to tape EVERYTHING in the house. Including Hayden's girlfriends, sleepovers, and "quality time" in the family jacuzzi pool. When some of her gf's complained, their parents forbade them from ever going to that house again (and threatened charges). THEN, in return, Hayden would SNUB them out of her circle. So if you wanted to go to the clubs, shopping swag, and live the high life? You didn't rat out about Hayden's SICK family life. Because - after all - EVERYONE wants to be famous right? EVERYONE wants to be a celebrity...or a BFF hanger on, right?

Sorry to unload all of this stuff at once. I'm sorry. I'm just sick and tired of all of this, and parents who are so fucked up that they breed fucked up kids.

My family was not Ozzie and Harriet - and it damn near killed me and destroyed everyone I loved - and my pathetic career- as a result. But when I realized it was time to take charge and stop the cycle, stop blaming my Dad, and be my own person? My life turned around (with the help of my amazing wife and some REAL friends who loved me). I just wish others could do the same for themselves.

(PS - I have no issue with ANYTHING people voluntarily do in their private life as long as it is consenting - (kids and animals cannot consent!), and NOT hurting another mentally or physically. I'm no saint, especially in my youth but am close these days-lol. And all I'll say about another old topic? I am NOT a cross-dresser! My wife happens to collect vintage clothing and it's tough to surprise her when you share a home and office. But I admit I DO look good in pumps and a dress,:-)

For all of you TRUE diehard Hollywood underworld detectives? Find all you can about the notorious lady named Sanela Diana Jenkins - the ex-British socialite from the Balkans. Read British media stories about her divorce, and IGNORE the PR fluff about her rags to riches story. THEN look at her pics with all her pals, and who she's with. CONNECT ALL THE DOTS to all the blinds you know. Also look into a photo book called ROOM 23 filled with Hwood stars that Diana “produced”. Look closely at the list of stars who took part in that project. She is the HUB on the blind gossip wheel, and the Rosetta Stone of socialite dirt. Good luck!

Hotdamn. That's both so scandalous and sad. I totally believe it too. The person who made the comments is SUPPOSEDLY Robert Downy Junior (or so the other commentators think).

I also thought this one was interesting: 

[BlindGossip] This hot television celebrity certainly has her fingers in a lot of pies… and her legs wrapped around a lot of men. The staff and guests of a certain New York hotel are buzzing over the steady stream of celebrities to her room, one per evening. The festivities start like clockwork around 10:00 pm every night and go on for three or four hours of headboard-pounding, filthy-talking, moaning, screaming fun!
In other news, it seems that her taste has shifted from vanilla to cafĂ© au lait to dark chocolate. While she first became famous for her trysts with a certain pale singer, her visitors this time include a mononymed Canadian singer and a very famous male model. Yummy! We’ll bet her husband isso proud of his wife’s sophisticated palate!
And the commentators all guessed: 

Hot Celeb:Giada DeLaurentiis
Pale Singer:John Mayer
Canadian Singer:Drake
Male Model:Tyson Beckford

Damn Giada! I FUCKING hate this woman cuz she's SO annoying. EVERYTHING about her annoys me. But Tyson Beckford??? You lucky biatch!!! And apparently, there was another blind about her and how she gives the best head.

Never knew you had it in you Giada!
I wish I had a steady stream of gentleman callers coming to my hotel room. Goddamn...if I had lotsa money and never had to work, I'd be livin' Giada. Except I would NEVER bang John Mayer. Ugh. Or Drake. He looks like a hammerhead shark. I don't know why females find him hot. But Tyson... oh Tyson...
I've been so busy that I keep forgetting I'm single. 

....and I'm getting...restless. 

Gonna work now.