Last Nights Dream

I was at a get together of some sort, hosted by the mafia. In a crowded room I locked eyes with a stranger. It was love at first sight. He had the kindest eyes, the way he looked into my own eyes gave me a warm feeling in my heart. I wanted to approach him, to talk to him, but the head of the mafia chose that moment to come up to me. He told me the get together was in my honor, that he wanted me to work for him.

I of course said no, I’m a good person, I would never work for the mafia. He obviously didn’t like that answer.

SCENE CHANGE:

I’m in the dark. Underground somewhere, and I can’t see anything. I’m digging through rocks and cardboard and junk, trying to get to my guy, who turns out to be an undercover cop whose cover had been blown. The head of the mafia buried him alive to teach both of us a lesson, and I was trying to dig him up. But it was hard, because I couldn’t see anything, and I didn’t know exactly where it was that he was buried. He knew I was there trying to save him, he kept talking to me, trying to reassure me that it was ok, not to feel guilty when I didn’t find him. He knew he was going to die. I refused to give up, even though time was running out and he was running out of oxygen. He then says to me, “It’s a good thing I like you as much as I do. Knowing your voice is the last I’m going to hear makes it alright.” Then he stops talking. I keep furiously digging through debris, a voice in my head (that isn’t my own) tells me to stop trying, he’s already dead, I’m too late. But I refuse to stop, I move stuff faster, my hands are beyond numb at this point. I keep going till finally I come across the end of all the junk, and wrapped in wallpaper is the guy. Unconscious, but alive! I scream out, “I found him!” and I hand him over to two guys (where they came from, I do not know) and they tell me he’s alive and they’re taking him to the hospital.

V-Log With Special Guest, Selene.

Dumb Little Lady From Yesterday

Sheeee's baaaack!

If you watched my Vlog yesterday you may remember me mentioning a certain costumer and her tirade because someone stole her blanket. She said she was never coming back. Well guess who walked in this morning?

She wanted to know if she left any clothes in the machines when she left.

WTF!? Really? What a MORON.

Of course things escalated because she decided to call my co-worker arrogant out of the blue. We told her not to come back...EVER. She said she wasn't. Then she called us bitches...

Ok. I live in Bridgeport, and I can be ghetto. That did not fly with me or my co-worker. Thus the great shouting match began. A lil note: Puerto Ricans are louder than Dominicans. We "bitch" right back at her, my co-worker followed her out the store (she was still calling us bitches) and kept yelling back at her.

The funniest thing was, that we kept laughing at her, and she just kept getting angrier. HAHA.

We're bad.

Moonie's Madness...err....Moonie's Ramblings

I went over 10 minutes...it's more like 15. And boy what a mess it was! My voice was out of sync and I tried my best to fix it...I'm a techtard what can I say? But finally my Vlog is up after like 5 hours. LOL. ENJOY!

Whoo!!!

Hello my wonderful awesome readers! It is an awesome day, full of interesting moments for yours truly.

I had a breakthrough in my paranormal today! My characters didn't actually talk to me, it was more of random pieces of the puzzle beginning to form a picture. It was so random too! My laptop was still packed up, I was listening to my MP3 and Stay by Shakespeare's Sister came on. Now this song happens to be a very powerful song for this story, it's the song that I was listening to when the whole idea for this story formulated in my brain. I hadn't heard it since I stopped working on this story, and when it came on today it was like BAM!

Have you ever watched Charmed, when Phoebe gets a premonition....it was like THAT. I couldn't get my laptop out fast enough!!!

I get now why Jenny was so special, why she was the chosen one. It comes completely out of left field, never in a millions years did I think that was the reason. But I like where it's going. I also have a new twist on my villain and why they were drawn to Jenny in the first place.

Lisa Pietsch wrote a very insightful and spot-on blog today, and it was an awesome day to write it because it relates to the new twist in my story. Jenny and the villain are connected...I can't tell you, of course, how. But know that it's good and that it has to do with the past...a past life perhaps? I'll let you mull it over. Of course, this means I have to go back and add some stuff, but no worries. I figured I'd have to go back and flush anyways.

I don't know if I've told you guys, but some of the characters in this story are real. None of the paranormal stuff happened, but a lot of the feelings, and the relationships some of my characters have with eachother are real. And I realized today that the reason why I chose a certain person to be the main focus of my story and why she has had such a strong influence and pull over me and the person that I have become is because from the moment I first saw her, my soul reached out and greeted a long lost friend. GO READ LISA'S BLOG THIS WILL MAKE MORE SENSE!

The randomly weird thing is, now that all this stuff is coming together the feel of my story is changing slightly. I thought it was a single title...but there's so many things that I can do with Jenny once I "finish" that maybe....I don't know....we'll see. Anyway, I have a new playlist for this story and an opened document waiting for me so it's time I get back to work.

Video Blog 1

Confession

The late night brings upon forbidden thoughts
I cannot hide them in the moonlight
You were once my everything
I was once your angel
You praised my existence
And I always imagined myself with you
Forever.

The late night brings upon lost memories:
Your soft skin
Your sweet lips
Your brown eyes as they lost themselves in mine.

My heart aches for you tonight as I lay in the dark
Wishing I could turn the clocks back to a time where everything seemed harder
Because that's where I met you...
and lost you.

The late night brings upon a heart that aches,
My heart,
As I read old love notes long forgotten.

Under the light of the silver moon
I acknowledge to myself,
"Loosing you might have been the biggest regret of my life."

Is That Supposed To Be A Pick-Up Line?

I'm so tired of men coming into the store and telling me I 'have a nice shape'!

There's something about that phrase that irritates the fuck out of me.

We all know I'm insecure about my body, that I have no self-esteem to speak of. But I can deal with someone telling me I'm pretty, or beautiful, or that I look nice. Heck, I can even deal with (barely) them saying I look 'good'. But, I 'have a nice shape'? It makes me feel like they're saying I'm round and they like that I'm round.

Last time I checked, I wasn't a circle. Or a triangle. I thought I was a person.

Just saying.

Spot-on Fortuen Cookies

I just ate my fortune cookie, this is what my fortune said:

"Four basic premises of writing: clarity, brevity, simplicity, and humanity."

WEIRD!!!

Victorian Masquerade Ball

My main character, Emma, is going to a Victorian masquerade ball. It took me about an hour to figure out what dress she was going to wear. I had initially thought it was going to be purple, but after googling gowns for a while I found this:

The perfect gown for Emma. Then it was time to search for a mask:

Perfect.

Jan's gown (Emma's friend who's the one exposing her to the world of themed sex parties) was very easy to imagine, and I found an identical picture on google to go with my mental image:

Role-Playing

Ok, so I don't know if it's because I'm a dirty minded individual, or because I'm trying to write steamy sex scenes, or because I'm older and not as ashamed of what I like sexually...whatever the case may be, I've been thinking a lot about role-playing lately.

I love sex. I love to have it, to talk about, to read about it, to write about it. I love it. But I'm terribly shy. Outside of the bedroom, I'm very outspoken and if I want something I let it be known and then go get it. But in the bedroom, I clam up. I'm usually in the bottom ( I need to be on top more often because apparently a certain somebody really likes it lol) and I rarely say what it is I want. That's a problem for me, because I like being on all fours, I like getting spanked, I like having my hair pulled, I like rough sex and my partner isn't going to magically read my mind. I gotta tell him!

I love being submissive in bed and having all these things done to me, but sometimes I want to be in charge, and I can't bring myself to do it. As I've mentioned before, I'm working on a romantic erotic novel and I'm using my fantasies for material. So all the things that I've been really embarrassed to think about, let alone talk about, have been in the forefront of my mind.

I really wanna role-play! I want to be a sexy teacher and dress up, and punish my student and give him detention, Moonie style. (God how sick am I!?)

I want to use restraints and whipped cream and ice cream and ice.

I want more biting.

I want to loose myself completely to the act and not worry about me being too loud and my neighbors hearing me.

I want to put on La Tortura by Shakira or any trashy Britney Spears song and do a lil show and strip for my man. (Well I don't really have a man, but you know what I mean).

I just want to stop being so shy about it. I don't just want to take it anymore, I want to give it!

....yeah....those are my thoughts for today....