Questioning situations I’ve put myself in, decisions I’ve made – commitments I can’t shake.

Things which are done and said which are out of my control.

The actions of others I fail to understand, relate to or appreciate.

I question my existance, my purpose, choices i’ve made and the direction of my life.

And then… On a lazy Sunday morning on route to a *gorgeous breakfast*… I spot

Realise – this is life…

And no one gets out of it alive anyway.

And after googling, ang blinging and searching… nothing! Not a single thing which excites her…

So, she does what any blogger would do… she turns to her most adoring readers…

Now, my readers aren't particuarly interactive – which i don't mind at all.. I'm really not a driven my comments blogger…

But when i ask for them. I want them.

Like when i ask you to send me… via comment, or email.. or DM…

What you'd like to add to the JHBP Challenge list.

It could be something simple…something complicated… your fantasy… what you think mine is…something youd like to see…to read….something sexy…outright sexual…something sweet…something charming.

It's up to you…

In turn, because you've done what i've wanted…

I'll make a list… and do them.

For you.

Because i'm nice that way.

I love them, look up to them, draw strength from them… The are incredible people.

So, finding a pic of one – well… i kinda thought it wasn't possible.

But over this weekend… pondering this – i realised something… that the perfect pic to put up here… would be of myself and my brother. Because… not only is he everything to me which a friend is. We happen to be bonded by blood.

Of the few things i am dead sure of in this life… one of them happens to be the fact that – my brother will always be there for me, no matter what.

And that makes him my BFF.

It might be…

Because i may have been thinking of you, lying next to me.. being massaged.

Hands on my body.. warm oils. Knowing you're lying there too.. feeling the warm oil..  thinking about me.

Thinking of your cock… hard knowing i was so close, naked… and you couldn't touch me.

My body…. full of oil, face down on the bed, my legs spread slightly.

My panties soaked.

xxx

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

That Next week… i will ACTUALLY go to gym… As in.. get up EARLY enough.. that i make a class.. and not just arrive there around 7:45am walk into the gym, walk out… and head for coffee.

Yesterday… because right now, i'm still in  my gym sweats… And i planned posting this yesterday.

It's a pretty strange feeling… i'm attempting to work thru it. Listing what's on my mind

• The next in the photo challenge is a photo of your best friend.. i don't know if i have one of these.. my friends are all amazing, and very special to me. I have many many photo's of me, because well… taking pics of myself is a new hobby, but of me + BFF, well no. What shall i do here..
• The next thought on the BFF front is… i seem to be losing girlfriends… naturally i have to ask myself… i am the common factor here – what do i do… and do i need to actively go out and find new girlfriends… And shall i call the good Dr about this problem..
• And then i think…. fuck it… I'm a little tired of noticing my short comings and working on them – i'll think about this tomorrow…
• I'm going for a massage tomorrow, this excites me greatly. ehm.
• This work is doing my fucking head in. It's not that i can't do it, it's that really… it's awful. But we must do what we must do. The stress is huge.. drama drama… and all that shit..
• But really – what the fuck does it REALLY matter… tomorrow the sun will shine, and eveyone has their issues, and to them they feel so BIG and IMPOSSIBLE..but hey – at the end of the day, christmas will arrive, and so will next year…and the year after that. So, just make today count. No point in hiding behind the drama. It's constant. This is life.
• WHY do the buttons KEEP on coming off this top. I'm not a sewing kinda girl.. and i've ALREADY put two buttons back.
• The panties i'm wearing today are awful… in fact, they might jsut have to GO. now.
• How is it that no one told me about Hipstamatic before… or rather why is it i never LISTENED when i was told how amazing this it…?! I just LOVE it… And am having SO much fun with it.
• The Vag Wax is amazing.. i am loving it. Obsessively so.. in fact, i think i may have entered into a little sexomnia. Or maybe masturatomnia…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nope, the feeling is still there.

Maybe i'm confusing it with hunger… maybe i need lunch.

I have no idea where this was taken.. but we were both a lot younger here… i doubt 10 years younger.. in fact, i know not 10 years.. maybe 5…?! i just can't be assed to look for 10 years.