Man, I can’t believe I ever lived anywhere BUT the beach.   There is something truly wonderful about being able to sit on my back porch in October and NOT feel like I’m freezing my tits off.

I hadn’t realized it had been about six weeks since I’ve updated.

SO much has gone on! two visits from long-term subbies helped ameliorate the stress, though. (And got the laundry done!  )

Yours truly got bit by a bulldog. I’ve had 15 stitches in my chin and lip and have a couple good scars to show for it.  Also a bunch of Vicodin for pain, but the pain wasn’t THAT bad, so I’m going to save it for when i get walloped with migraines later, as always happens.

So The Nephew got sent to a conditioning school before he was allowed to actually go into boot camp.  Turns out all his easy living left him too out of shape to get through boot, so they sent him on a tune-up plan.  Three weeks of daily running and weight training to get ready for the REAL grueling stuff.   Poor kid, I ALMOST feel sorry for him, but not quite:)

Let’s see, what else… OH!  Boy C, I really like your style.  Hypnosis works, I must say.  (insert evil grin here…)

One sad note, Kevin, who was one of my good boys for a very long time, has fallen from grace.  After ignoring my email and voicemail, I am forced to cast him out from My presence.   Perhaps I am too forgiving - I let him have two chances.   Damn shame, too - he was fun to warp and twist.  I wonder if Wifey Lori caught him?  I wonder, also, if she’ll call and thank Me for the iPod I made him buy her.

Anyone want to step up and be that Good Boy that Kevin used to be?  I appear to have a vacancy in the Good Boy roster…

More soon, I promise - probably sunday!

(quick note, my birthday is the 28th of this month for those of you following along, and my Amazon list is linked over there on the left.)

Those of you who feel a need to buy me presents, that is.

I want you to go to www.greendotonline.com and put your zip codes into the ‘Find A Store’ search box. When a store close to you pops up? I want you to go to that store, gift cash in hand, and buy a Green Dot RELOAD card. You’re going to do this, because instead of the lovely gifties I get from each of you, you’re going to buy me plane tickets to go out to California in November to watch my 18 year old nephew graduate from Marine Corps boot camp. Now I know times are getting tougher, but that’s why I’m cutting each of you a break. I’m not going to make just ONE of you buy My plane tickets, or pay for My rental car. You’re going to do it little by little, just the same way I’ve taken over each of your minds.

THAT’S my good boys….

Things have been crazy busy in Olivia-world, folks.  I graduated and went full-tilt into the job hunt!  The good news is, I passed my licensing exams.  The bad news is, I’m still hunting a permanent position.  Looks like I may do a year as a good old fashioned social worker before i shift into private therapeutic practice, just to have a steadier source of income.

That having been said, monetarily it’s been tighter than average, but thanks to a few of you, I’ve been lavished with lovely gifts!  More wonderful bath things from LUSH, new games, new shoes, a GORGEOUS antique silk shawl from T - how long did you have to save for that, dear? - and two 100$ gas cards, which I’ll be using when I go out to CA in November to watch my nephew graduate from Marine Corps Boot Camp.

More soon, now that I have a little time to update again:)

I just spent almost ten hours with no power.  some drunk-ass fool managed to take out THREE telephone poles, from the corner down to past my house.  I have been without power, and more importantly, without AIR CONDITIONING, since about 11:45 last night.

What kind of fucking MORON gets that drunk on a wednesday night?  I ask you! Especially given that last night?  it was fucking 80 degrees outside, all night, due to be in the high 90’s later today, and it’s 9AM and already 88.

I had a lovely boy staying with me for a few days this week, I’ll call him T. T is a foot fetishist. Third most common fetish, after tits and ass, and yet, for some reason, people who like feet are considered freaks.

If they’re freaks, I’m the Queen of Hawaii.

Let me tell you. This boy knows feet, and how deliciously sensitive they can be. With fingers tongue and lips, he worshiped my feet in a fashion suitable for ANY Goddess. I can’t even begin to explain to the uninitiated the level of sensations created by someone who knows feet and knows all the wonderful ways to stimulate them.

Let’s just say, Miss Olivia had a VERY good week;)

I’m a Mistress of few voiced public opinions.  But one thing I will NOT tolerate is molestation of a child, kiddy porn, and age play.  There’s a sick little monkey trolling around on NF right now, calling a number of my girlfriends there wanting them to roleplay a child.  Not a teen, not even a tween.  A child.  Under age ten.  I am UTTERLY disgusted.

If this is your kink?  Don’t bother to ever contact me.  You will receive nothing but a loud >CLICK< as I hang up on you, and then you’ll receive a knock on the door from local law enforcement, because I WILL be reporting your nasty worthless ass to Playfair.

Every time I drive through PA, something shitty happens to my car.  A few years ago, when I was driving a 1961 Ford Falcon, I was driving through PA and my alternator ate itself.  I sat in a motel in Breezewood PA for FOUR DAYS, waiting for a shop to fix it.  Turns out, parts for a ‘61 Falcon?  a little hard to come by.

This time, I’m cruising up through the Alleghenies, on my way to Niagara Falls, when my transmission starts slipping.  I spent four days in a Quality Inn (misnomer from hell, if you ask me) waiting for a rebuild to be finished on my transmission so that I could go home.

I’m sorry to disappoint all you PA bitches, but I don’t think I’ll be going back through your state any time soon.  My wallet gets angry when I take 1800$ out of it unplanned.

Speaking of which, in an attempt to recoup some of the cost of my tranny having to be replaced (man that sounds so much more interesting than what really happened), I’m going to offer a photo special.  I’ll keep you posted here, and perhaps send out a mail on NF to let you know the specifics;)

let me just go on record and say, getting a masters’ degree is totally putting me off pursuing my PhD. anytime soon.  I need a break and a spa day!

Thankfully, it looks like I’m going to pass all my courses this semester, which means, may 11?  I am DONE, graduated and on my way into private practice:)

In other Olivia News, I  have discovered an unhealthy love of fresh croissant.  I was never that impressed with then when I’d gotten them before, but I made a trip to a local bakery that has totally changed that outlook - they make light, buttery, incredibly flaky and delicate croissant that just melt in your mouth, they’re so good.

Let’s see….. new batch of Lush bath stuff showed up, thanks to my good boy, Kevin, and a set of really lovely Henckels knives for my kitchen courtesy of James.  James sent me the knives as a present on his birthday:)  Also about 400$ in Amazon gift cards, and a single gram of .999 fine gold, which i must say in incredibly sexy to hold.

Oh!  I also took in a pair of kittens, I’m calling them Caesar and Azalea at the moment, we’ll see if those names stick or if they rename themselves.

I’ve been working Niteflirt when I can, but the last couple of weeks have been terribly sporadic:(  I should be on more now that finals are done, though.  More soon, boys, I’ve got a play party coming up next weekend, and a trip to New York the weekend after that…  I’ll be blogging from the road, on my pretty little Vaio;)

…. and I’m a Lushie.

With all the fabulous soaps and bath bombs and creams that showed up?  I’m a convert.  Joy of Jelly/SexBomb is the BEST scent, and zomg is it sexy!  Karma, while being a blend of orange and patchouli, somehow manages to COMPLETELY avoid smelling like unwashed hippie and smells FANTASTIC.   Any time you boys want to send me more Lush?  I am ALL OVER THAT.  Gimme.