S is for..

Scones.

I went and picked up one with my morning coffee today. Friday's are my days to splurge. Although, I could find a reason for the rest of the days of the week too. However, I have taken a liking to the scones across the way. Cranberry and orange ones. Good Golly Miss Molly! Yum! They are so good. Most people see scones as dry, bready, biscuit type things. These are not...dang me. (that would be a phrase I use to describe something really good. Such as using Hot Damn! But I try not to cuss or use such verbage, so I make it my own. Thus Dang=Damn and Me=Hot, and if you know me then you know I am Hot so it makes total sense ;)Hey! no remarks about being overconfident or just down right conceded. I am not...someone has got to tell me I am Hot even if it is myself.) Dangerously decadent bad news in a bag. So I got one. ;) Of course. But, when analyzing the different versions they produce, I thought I had grabbed my preferred choice. Um No. I ended up with one that had marion berries and white chocolate mixed in. Bleah. First off...chocolate is Not white. Period. End of story. Second..Marion Berries aren't real berries. Ok well maybe they are, but not naturally. They are a freak of nature brought about by man. (those last 2 sentences were completely contradictory weren't they? anyway) I ate the scone. Picking out the pieces of "not chocolate" and icky, seed infested bits of man made berry. I have to say it is all good....it only makes me appreciate the other that much more.

Schedules

I was amazed at how much I accomplished this morning before even considering hitting the showers. How did that happen? Am I lacking my usual procrastinating style? Is the new moon of today inspiring me to do something new? Hummmm... I am going over the list I keep constantly rotating and updating in my head. My mental checklist of "have to's" and "hurry ups". I can mark some off, which is very gratifying yet somewhat frightening too.

And last...but most certainly not least....

Sex

Yes...sex. That is what I said. If you know me...then this is no surprise. (sorry mom) Now, I can keep them (the needs) under control. Well, mostly when I have no choice but to do so. But then when one is given opportunity, the temptation becomes overwhelming. I guess that is the whole point of restraint and self control. Hmmpf. Anyway, if you have been reading then you see I have had some early mornings. With those mornings I tend to read...a lot. My needs are getting to the point, that no matter what subject material I am into, I find a way to incorporate those needs within the words I read. Especially when they contain words such as...Tawdry...Brazen...Sinuous...or anything suggestive...or what I could possibly make suggestive. Ugh... I am still wondering if I am being used. Hmmm sure feels like it. Maybe I should trust my instinct or maybe it is fear. I am not sure...(this whole last part of thought was completely off the wall, but buzzing through my head nevertheless)And so...

I am out of peanut butter.

Still Searching...
...for signs of intelligent life. Or something...