Happy New Year to all of my friends, I have enjoyed talking to you about so many different things, from shoes to cars and movies. Looking forward to hearing from everyone about their holiday season, and if you are anything like me, you mingled feeling of relief and a bit blue that it's over. I am still (at 8pm) deciding what to do tonight, but most likely the fancy party will be skipped in favor of hanging out at the neighborhood pub. The sparkling wine is in the fridge, so forgive me if I don't log on too early tomorrow. Cheers!

Here's an interesting shot, is that the most cleavage ever or what?? So now, in addition to complaining about warm weather I also bemoan my large bust in an attempt to alienate all of my readers (or both haha.) It is pouring rain, so the cold front I've been wishing for is on it's way. Deacon, come hit the beach in March, you will love it!

Xmas eve was great, judging by the gifts I received either I am considered quite the sexpot or desperately in need of help- some revealing negligees, a big bottle of warming KY jelly (I'm not kidding) and a huge bottle of vodka were brought home last night. So, I'm wearing one of the nighties, the KY is in the drawer next to the bed, and vodka is in the freezer. Merry Christmas and all the other holidays!!

Did you hang up on me Saturday night? I am quite perturbed about that, especially after you knew about my broken cork and unexpected mess troubles. There will need to be some serious apologizing done. And, I woke up early and caught most of "Beyond The Valley of the Dolls" which may be the most awesomely craptastic movie ever!! Kept me riveted to the screen until the end where the lovely protagonist helps her new husband across a log bridge- On Crutches! That is probably the least absurd part of it but still a nice touch.

Since it is warm and muggy today I have no idea what to wear to the Xmas Eve festivities, cannot wait for some good steady cold fronts to push through so I can turn off the air conditioning and snuggle up in some cashmere. It's pretty hard to be in the holiday spirit when your swatting mosqitoes and sporting flip=flops. Rereading "The Rum Diaries" might help.

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Part two of the new ending of "Story of O".

Back in France, Ophelia rents an apartment on the outskirts of Paris. She uses her previous experience and the photos she took before leaving Germany to acquire a job with a rather radical French newspaper. The men look down on a female photographer, especially one with a background in fashion. Ophelia won't have it. It is as if being in charge of so much iron replaced her own backbone with one of steel, and she demands respect. Her demeanor is that of a queen, truly, a woman who had gone through as much as she, the abuse and torture, and brought herself out of it by accepting help and giving much back is a queen of sorts.

Her co-workers find themselves responding to her mere look; a raised eyebrow results in fast acquiescence. Ophelia enjoys her resurrected life, but it is tainted by the scars and deformity caused by her torture at Sir Stephen's hands. A grotesque combination of physical perfection and scars, burn marks and stretched labia, Ophelia doesn't know how she will be able to get sexual satisfaction anymore. She tried to distract herself from her underlying frustration by taking long walks through town.

It is on one of these walks, in an unfamiliar and rather seedy part of town that Ophelia finds a store that sells things only for adults. Boldly walking in, her eyes take in the devices hanging on the walls in packages, and the magazines behind the counter. One magazine in particular caught her eye, it reminded her of her old life, but inversely. Instead of a woman being bound and flogged, there was a man. Instead of a masked man wielding the whip, there was a woman dressed in a tight black costume. Ophelia was surprised to feel that familiar heat rise up between her legs.

She smiled at the middle-aged man behind the counter and bought the magazine.

New ending for the Story of O- Forlorn and heartbroken, after Sir Stephen gave his assent for O to kill herself, she decided to commit suicide in Germany, far from France. She sells everything she has and buys a train ticket- and a complete set of the lingerie she was forbidden to wear by Sir Stephen. On the train she experiments with crossing her legs, but finds it too uncomfortable with the irons that run through her labia. Suddenly both angry and still depressed, she flings herself from the train. O is found later that day by a blacksmith passing by on his way home from a neighboring town. She is unconcious but alive, so he lifts her into is truck and takes her to his shop, where he also lives. He noticed the chain when he picked her up, and, horrified, thinks she must have been a victim of forced slavery. He decides to remove the chain with a large file he used regularly in his work.

O awakens mid-removal, but is so conditioned to submit to anything that she lays there dully while the blacksmith, embarrassed but determined, finishes the job. Afterwards, he gets her some fresh juice and milk and sets her in his bed to sleep, alone and dressed. O has odd dreams, and when she awakens a second time able to move her legs against one another she finds she cannot stop doing so. O knows a little German, and when the blacksmith asks her name she tells him.

Ophelia recuperates at the blacksmith's home for the rest of the week, at the end of which he tells her he has found her a job and place to stay. Curious, she agrees to his unknown plan and is soon moved into a house with a slightly older couple. They run a small family farm and have their hands full raising to rambunctious three-year-old twin boys. The language difference makes questions difficult, and Ophelia helps wrangle the boys and do housework.

Two months later she is much stronger, and although she appreciates kids she realizes that is not the life for her. Ophelia requests apprenticeship with the blacksmith. Astonished, he refuses her at first, saying the work is too heavy and hard. This makes Ophelia laugh to herself, he has no idea what she has been through, hard heavy work is what she craves. He finally gives in. Ophelia works with the blacksmith for two years, transforming her body into one of hard smooth muscle. As capable as she is, the blacksmith decides he needs a male helper. They understand each other well by now, and Ophelia has told him of her previous career as a fashion photographer.

Gift of a new camera in hand, a different Ophelia returns to France. Part two coming soon!

I just finished re-reading "The Story of O', I was 17 or so when I read it the first time. Immediately on finishing it I was quite creeped out, I read for the surface story first and only later do I see underneath. It was worth a read, and fairly easy prose once you get past the subject matter, so-o, I get it metaphorically but still think its weird that a woman would subject even her fantasy alter-ego to such abuse for self gratification. I suppose there is a certain freedom in relinquishing control, but that is why sky-diving was invented, no? No plans of being pierced or branded here, although I may get a pedicure this week.

In other news, I bought the coolest digital camera, it is tiny so you keep it on your key-chain, very James Bond. Now I just need to figure out how to use it!

I love Christmas music! You all know that I am unafraid of being dorky and this is more proof, yes listening to Xmas music all day does not bother me at all. The older, cornier and more romantic the song the better. I was going to order one of those sexy little santa-ish nighties from Fredericks but I haven't yet. Should I? Very undecided as far as that goes but shall see. I took a break from reading catalogs and magazines to read "The Rum Diaries" by Hunter S Thompson. Great book! Loved it, good thing it wasn't the wine diaries or I might have tried to match the protagonists, that would not be good for the liver I'm afraid.

Done driving that big truck today? It must be time to call me then! Today I went Xmas shopping, and as I wasn't in any hurry and didn't have a specific plan as far as who is getting what, it was completely painless! Not even a line if you can believe it! (by the way, I totally adore this new spell check feature in Firefox, if you are not browsing with it yet you don't know what you are missing.) I bought toys for three kids today, all little nieces, and damn that shopping bag was huge! It was fun playing with everything, just to make sure they work you know...ok, it was just fun. The plan for today is work out and to not shop! Hard to do in December but must wait for $$ to show up in that account.

I made chicken soup- from scratch last night. That should help with the little cold I have, soup and tea cures all ills you know.