Trial Date Changed

I found out today that my trial date has been changed to unknown date. In addition, the county is moving is from the district level up to the circuit level. The difference in the two levels is that they play harder ball on the circuit level & a jury trial can be requested. My attorney believes the county has moved the trial date because they do not have their act together & they are stalling. Whatever the reason, I am disappointed. I was really looking forward to getting this over with.

Candy Twizzler Noose

I have had a few people ask what happened to the original whore, whose arrest led to me. She immediately signed over her rights & answered all of the cop’s questions. So, they dropped her charges. Yes, that’s right. They dropped her charges. So much for asking for an attorney. The ironic thing is although she thought she was helping herself out, by speaking to the cops, she made herself look really bad.

No, I am not going to give you her new stage name. I have had too many internet cowboys who wanted to “get her back”. Listen folks, she is not worth it. Leave the wench alone.  Furthermore, in the end, I will be the one who makes this whole fiasco the opportunity of a lifetime, while she remains in the exact same place she was, when she prostituted herself.

Funny story: A friend of mine called her up, in order to pay her a visit. She remembered him & was so comfortable she started talking about me. She said I had left her hanging, when she was arrested, specifically because I did not call her after the arrest. I was sitting right next to him, when he was speaking to her & heard the whole thing. We also knew by that time, she was cozy with the cops. It sounds like in reality she was the one who tied the noose around my neck, rather than the reverse. Luckily, it was a candy Twizzler noose that breaks easily & tastes yummy.

Nude Wrestling

I was contacted today from an old acquaintance who I did nude wrestling with a few years ago, who happens to be a cop. It seems her husband really gets off on it. She wants to go at it again! She says I should have some pent up anger from the arrest. Only in my world!

Think

I am moving in the near future. I purchased a house in April of 2007 & I absolutely LOVE it. It was built in 1933 & has all of the original hardwood floors. It is beautiful. However, I HATE house living. I hate mowing the lawn, maintaining the the basement, & general up keep. I have had many suggest I move into a condo. However, I want nothing to do with taxes. I also prefer to have people come & fix my stuff, when something goes wrong. Therefore, I am moving back into a one bedroom apartment.

It's funny. When I went to look at some apartments, I felt instantly relieved, as I walked into the models. They were small, organized, & cozy. I knew I was making the correct decision. The change in philosophy would have never been possible, unless I took the time to live in my own house. It's certainly nothing someone can teach you.

If you think having your own home is the American dream, think again. Think about all the time, money & energy you will spend on your house. Think of the taxes. Think of the insurance. Think of the home owner's association. Think about it. Think about it again. As long as I am alive, no matter how much money I make, I seriously doubt I will ever own a home again.

Bumping Naughties

When I try to find the source of my sex positive philosophy on life, there is one main source, my mother. She never ceases to amaze & entertain me. On my last trip to my parent’s house, she began to try & motivate me to the guest house. I guess I was not moving fast enough, when she said, “Look, I have not had sex with your father in a week, due to the family reunion. You know how loud I can be. If you would take your act over to the other house, I would be grateful.”

When my father first went to the hospital for his cancer diagnosis, I was very careful to knock on the room door & wait for my mother to say “Come in” or to call in advance, from the parking lot, to let her know I was on my way. My fear was I would open the door too soon & see my parents bumping naughties!

I am sure my father’s quick recovery has to do with his medical treatment. However, I am positive my mother’s naughtiness was a huge help.

My Daddie

As I mentioned in a previous post, the day before my arrest, my daddie was diagnosis with Hodgkin's lymphoma. As you can imagine, my family's focus was rightfully on him, rather than the media coverage of one little whore.

I am currently sitting in my parent's living room. I am happy to report that my daddie is doing incredibly well. He has two more chemotherapy sessions over the next month & he will be done for a bit. He was one of the few who had no ill affects associated with the chemo, which usually includes nausea, tiredness, hair loss, & weight loss. He was actually looking forward to the weight loss!

Commisioner's Office

In my state, once a person is allowed to leave their holding cell, they are transferred to the Commissioner's Office. The Commissioner is the boy or girl who decides if you get bail, go back to jail, or go home to stay out of trouble on your own. When I arrived at the Commissioner's Office, he had no idea what to do with me.

He read my report, which was 26 pages. Most are three. Then, he started talking about drug court. When I asked him what drug court was, he said "It's where we take a look at your drug abuse & attempt to give treatment for all prostitutes." I looked at him & said, "So I will be the only sober person there?" I then went on to say "I am a bit insulted. Although in this country, I am innocent until proven guilty, you have already made a judgement about me. Furthermore, you have already decided that I am a drug abuser." I leaned forward & said "Do I look like a drug abuser?"

He was stunned. Obviously, it never occurred to him that he was offensive. I am sure he had the same conversation with thousands of whores, without anyone saying anything in response, except for a nod of the head. He had never met me!

He went back to shaking his head with his eyes lowered. He quickly decided to send me home, without the need for bail. I am sure he did that just to get me out of his office, rather than because of my case!