I've never had an actual sex talk with my parents.

Never really got with the porn, but I totally read novels that were too old for me.(ie. many dirty parts, not like "All The King's Men") my dad "caught me" reading an article in Cosmo about a lady who had trouble breaking her hymen w/ her boyfriend and freaked out. I was sixteen. But that same year(or thereabouts) my stepmother insisted he bought me that Playboy with the paralyzed model in it(Why? trying to get me into makeup/pleasing dudes?)

I think I need more coffee.

Who's with me?!

Mine will also include some TJ's Sipping Chocolate and some cognac. So, pretty much the boozy candy shop version of coffee.

I've had three coffee today. Two more than my usual daily limit. But last night I was at a party titled Santa Booze, so you will understand the extra caffeine requirements.

I have to say, I have been tired and slow moving all day, but this is the first time in several years that being hungover hasn't also meant being totally depressed. I wish I knew what I did differently today/last night.

I had friends who crashed with me last night and who picked me up in a cab on their way home. We were exchanging notes: their party was in old money neighborhood and had one of the top chefs in town cooking in the kitchen. I was like, "People were wrestling when I left my party."

I had two cups of coffee, so I don't really feel the need for more. But I am having some delightful cayenne-spiked hot cocoa at the local chocolate shop. I'm here to get writing done, no really. Writing.

Sara and I saw the local ballet production of The Nutcracker this afternoon, and one of the girls from her class was an angel in Act II. Very exciting.

"People were wrestling when I left my party."

That's my kind of party.

My mother gave me the sex talk when I was about 7, which means my sister got it at 3 or 4. She never ever got it again, even at school. My mother's sex talk was incredibly clinical. I already understood (as much as a 7 year old could) gestation, but I didn't know what part the penis played in the whole thing--I was pretty much zygote-and-onwards informed. Such a revelation.

Still failed to sound like the same thing that made the nextdoor neighbour kids snicker, though. Sounded completely unrelated.

Okay, freaky. I have an app that reads out my text messages, and it's pretty good at pronouncing swear words. Also, Colin has a dirty mouth.

I have a new guitar!!!

I don't know if this picture link thing will work: [link]

It's a Daisy Rock and it has an electronic tuner, and I have a case and a metronome and a strap and picks.

I have spent way too much of today trying to convince Best Buy to give me a credit card, which I wanted them to do because then they will give me 5% off when I buy a fridge (they also seem to have the best prices anyway). First the online process rejected me because they couldn't verify my info so I had to go into a store, where I was rejected because the clerk spelled my name wrong. 

I finally won though!

I have a new guitar!!!

Awesome! It looks just right in your hands.