Last week I found an old diary that I kept while in high school. I spent several hours reading and I realize that there are many goals I haven't accomplished and many things I wanted to experience that I have not. I wonder where the road turned that I forgot about all of those things? When I was younger I wasn't afraid of anything. I took chances and pushed my limits. Lately I have been in a definite rut, a boring old routine of a life.

I started a new journal and put some of those same things in there. This time I'm going to see that I get them done. I want excitement and adventure back in my life. What is life anyway if I can't actually live it? I have checked a few things off of my list. Like, I drove home from work topless a couple of days ago. I was so hesitant at first about it and then I just did it. A wonderful thing that left me feeling somewhat free spirited. I also visited my first strip club. I loved it. There were so many different kind of girls working there and I even stuck my face in one girl's boobies.

Then last night I got really brave and went out dancing... alone! After a drink I became even more brave and much more wild like my younger days and propositioned a man. He accepted - can you believe it? So, I had a wild night of debauchery and really don't care if he calls or not. I had several orgasms and that's all I care about.

If you think you can keep up with me or maybe help me mark a few things off of my "to do" list then I'd really love to talk with you. How would you feel about cock worshipping or maybe sex in the movie theatre? Those are two things on my list.... why don't you help me, I have a red marker.