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I don't own an alarm clock. It was one of the things i left behind when i left the cut throat world of advertising. It's symbolic for me. No alarm clock means i don't have to live on a schedule of someone else's making. Of course it also means i have to will my self awake in the morning if i have to get up early. I did buy an alarm clock to watch world cup. I went over to a pals house who had a hi-def TV at ungodly hours with donuts and coffee to watch soccer matches in foreign countries. Good times. After the world cup i got rid of the alarm clock, it felt weird having it in the house.All which brings me to my current delima.…

I love the bubbles in champagne. I want them to tickle my nose as they are tickling my fancy. This new years eve i settled into bed with my cozy new bedding and popped the cork on a bottle of "Sofia" no i didn't go for the fancy pink cans. This wasn't a party by the pool. This was an out with the old and in with the new year and no new year can be complete with out a bottle of champagne, a midnight kiss and a little reflection.I reflected just enough to know i didn't want to reflect anymore and the stroke of midnight i smooched my epileptic pooch and finished off the bottle of tasty "Sofia, blanc de blanc" all on my own. Was it a happy…

I'm a pretty low key holiday person. I dont make a big whoopdedoo over holidays, except for my birthday. Which i celebrate like its the last day on earth. (i can't help it!) i do try to surround myself with friends and or family and try not travel to far from home. i usually end up in a bar of some kind, go figure.10 things i did on xmas:1. drank a mistle-to-tini2. got felt up at a pirate bar3. played rock band!4. ate a bloody rare steak5. made an ice cream cone for my sister6. flashed my ex my cleavage7. drank a joespher8. told my dad he looked like Nick Noltes mug shot9. smoked a cherry clove10. smooched my poochyeah well not everyone roasts chestnuts by the fire in a…

Who Knew I Was Betty Fucking Crocker? Pretty much any man who has ever lived with me. I know seeing me in my natural habitat these days with my broken stove and my empty fridge and shelves its hard to see that girl who turned down the scholarship to the culinary institute in lieu of art school. I cooked for years, elaborate fancy meals. It was creative, soothing and fun. I'm not sure when my love of cooking became the chore of cooking, 2 years ago i think.... now i never cook. I have put down my pots and pans and wooden spoons and i order take out, a lot of take out.The food fairy delivers me scrumptious meals consisting of pad Thai or sushi. The pizza guy knows my…

One more tasty holiday martini! the Frostini!Ingredients:1 part vodka 1 part Godiva liqueur 1 part Bailey's Irish Cream liqueur splash of cream. DirectionsCombine all ingredients in a shaker 3/4 full of cracked ice and shake!Sugar the rim of a chilled martini glasses with powered sugar and stain. Garnish with a Hershey's Hug candy.Extra super yummy!©2007-2010 Jenny DeMilo all rights reserved Confessions Of A Message Board Hooker Please don't steal my hard work. Email me for permission to repost. jdm4223