Four Hundred

It has been brought to my attention by my lovely statitician that this is my four hundredth post.
Some thoughts on getting to four hundred:

Of course some of those previous 399 posts were photos only but a picture can be worth a thousand words which is a long post. It takes fewer than a thousand words to paint a picture if the words are carefully selected or if the right ones tumble and flow.

I've dug some post holes, posted some notes, posted up and ran a few post patterns en route to four hundred. Sometimes the words spew forth and sometimes they get caught in my throat and I can't cough them out no matter how hard I try.

I've written a few things I wish I hadn't and haven't written some things I should have.

I've gone from basking in anonymity to disclosing most of my vitals to include my naked soul and body.

I've not been discovered, found out, or exposed..............thus far.

I suppose I would rather my employer or my children not stop in and visit. I really don't care if anyone else in my life stumbles upon me.

I no longer look at my stat counter unless someone I don't know comments without a link and my curiousity gets the best of me.

It drives me crazy when that happens. I want to know.

I know no more about making my blog aesthetically pleasing than I did 400 posts ago.

Sometimes I think about choosing a new template and having a really cool header.

I wish I had the comments that I lost when I switched to haloscan a year or so ago.

I like typepad but it would drive me nuts trying to keep up with the books and music sidebars. I notice most stay the same, just another closet to clean.

I don't know how to have multiple photos in a post which is pretty woeful when you consider how many photos I have put up here.

I think blogging is a sexually transmitted addiction for which I'm not seeking a cure.

My favorite shape is the circle I'm in.

Proof that you can put a square peg in a round hole.

I've never had this many beautiful women in my life.

I mean really beautiful, inside and out.

I found SN through someone I no longer read, she is my genesis, the original seed.

My life would be very different had I not spontaneously clicked the naked one.

Very different, trust me.

I've never had a malacious comment, bizzare, perhaps, but not attacking.

It'll happen.

There is love here.

And need.

And help if you need it.

Lust too, some great lust.

You never hear anyone say lusty anymore.

I don't like the word busty.

Posts one through four hundred available on Collectors Edition DVD. Rated R for sexual content, nudity, and thematic content. Just what the fuck is thematic content anyway?

I'm staying, for another season, another four hundred posts.

I'd like it if you hang with me. Who knows what trouble looms on the horizon and I wouldn't want you to miss it.