Sammi

So I've been completely lame lately, ok not lame but busy.  My business is moving really slow due to everyone in the country freaking out about our economic crisis so I've had to get creative and work a lot more hours.  It's nice working for myself and not worrying about getting fired, but it also sucks having absolutely no reliable income.

My only day of relaxation seems to come on Sundays when I get to watch football. The Bears killed Detroit by the by. Ummm, I'm a blond now which is my natural color, I think it looks pretty cute.  I'm going in sometime this week to start my chest piece.  I just submitted a new set, hopefully it gets accepted.

I'm working on a graphic novel about my experiences as a fetish facilitator/domme/pornography maker. I really can't draw for shit but I read about some people using photographs they have taken and then traced and filled in by hand. Maybe I'll give that a shot.

The best news is that I have completely quit smoking (I have never tried before in the 8 years I had been smoking).  It's amazing how good I feel.  I'm working with a trainer to get ready for the marathons and triathalons next year. Right now I'm running about 50 miles a week and biking at least three time that. I can't wait to be uber diesel.

When you are faced with the issue of mortality I feel like it is an important thing to imagine your own personal utopia.  Mine came from a recent Bears win and some bathtub brilliance (we all do our best thinking in the bathtub right?)

It is bright and sunny, a couple clouds move slowly across the sky. Everyone is laughing and having a great time.  All of a sudden there is a loud, ringing bell.  "It's nacho time!!!", the crowd yells.

My custom made Rube Goldberg nacho machine starts working. As the clock strikes twelve, a dog house made of expensive nacho cheese begins barreling down a track. Directly in it's path is a pile of multicolored tortilla chips. As the two collide there is a giant explosion.  My topping filled cannon hurls a plethora of delicious topping over the collision of chips and cheese. In front of me is a perfect pile of nachos. The crowd cheers.

A newbie to my utopia begins to walk towards the nachos.  "No", I say, "grab a seat in the leather recliner monogrammed with your name. It's football time".

"But I want nachos", he naively states.

"That's what the dogs are for", I say.

Everyone takes a seat in their recliners, each complete with a very bad ass looking dog.  The dogs go to get everyone their nachos.

"But what about beer?", the newbie asks.

"The dancers get it from the fountain".

At that exact moment the seating area fills with strippers.  They are all different races, sizes and shapes.  They range from classy to trashy. They are fabulous.

I tell the newbie about the remote attached to the side of the recliner. "This remote will mute the strippers while the game is playing. You are welcome to un-mute them during commercials and half-time."

"But what about when the game is over?", he asks.

"Every day is football Sunday here, the games never end."

The strippers are busy spreading their time between dancing, talking and fetching beer from the beer fountain. I am laying back with my feet up, a beer in both cup holders while slipping the dog next to me nachos, which he so kindly brought. It's a very exciting game which has gone into double overtime. My personal stripper, Suzy, is a smoking hot brunette dressed as lumberjack; she has amazing dance moves.  All is well.