Winter in Newport "Bitch" is my favorite, I used to love breaking out my Crimson comforter with Big Black H on it and sitting on the porch on Balboa Avenue at 10 pm every night after a 14 hour workday, just snuggling against the chilly December Beach Air with a bottle of Brandy and, on Friday & Saturday Nights, some Trust Fund Beach Bimbette with her own Pot Supply.....or better yet, A professional Whore from Irvine (in the mid 90s, Irvine was where the Functionally Addicted and classy whores lived to be closely situated and betwixt Newport and Laguna....best years of my Life.

Sorry, its just when baby g said "blankie" and "wintery", it made me sentimental and nostalgic.

Now I sits alone in My Castle in New England counting pills and stock market clicky clicks, numb to the fact that, at this point in my life I am actually having to ....omg...."work" at staying situated so that I dont have to WORK, except when and where (and on whom) I choose.

Cum to think of it, Baby g remindeth moi just a little of aforementioned Trust Fund Beach bimbettes, except with brainy laziness.

Anyone else besides me get sinful thoughts of whacking off on Gia's Black headboard when she isnt looking?