Monthly Archives: August 2017


Fa la la la la, I got some dick! 


Yes you read that right! I have created a new holiday, well new for me. It is called Dicksmas. Just like Christmas you wait all year being such a good little boy or girl for that big ass dude to come and deliver you presents making you the happiest person in the world. This my friends was me and my present was getting some! Man do I feel more relaxed and calm.

Some things that guys do not know about women is that some of us get into our sexual prime in our 30’s and me being thirty-something, well………  I am at the peak of the mountain yelling really obscene things while doing pelvic thrust. Just call me that perv on the mountain top.

So go out and celebrate this glorious holiday called Dickmas, because I sure will. I hope I can celebrate more than once a year like our Jewish friends.

Change every Christmas Song to Dicksmas and enjoy 🙂


Future of this blog

So I was thinking about the future of the blog……………………. Yes, I still plan to write about my love life (or lack of)  but I may start adding more personal entries about myself. Heath, beauty life, wealth, fashion (I know nothing about) but you get the gist. I always have a lot to say about things and just don’t say it. I want to use this blog to just put it all out there.

I plan to eventually start selling vintage clothes that I have been hoarding for years to sell.  I have created an Etsy: imprettyright and an Instagram: Imprettyrightdotcom


As you can see I haven’t really started the process of doing all that I want to do, but soon.



I’m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

Hi All! It has been a while since I have blogged. Let’s see, my last blog was in 2015 and it looks like I was still lost in trying to find love. Well guess what happened, I did (so I thought) and then I lost it. Yes, since 2015 I was booed up with who I thought was my future, my savior, the love of my life. I was caught up in a world wind of words which I now see were never followed up by actions.  Long story short, I was holding onto words and promises with no follow through.

Do I regret the two years, no not at all. But I do regret trying to make something work that wasn’t there. I could see after 1 year we were becoming friends more than lovers. I would do my best to change that but it was only a once sided effort.

The one thing that is stuck in my head is a phrase that was constantly told to me during our relationship, “I want to make stories together” I think they wanted to make stories but not with me. Long story short, don’t wait for someone to help you write those stories, go out and make them yourself. If you wait, you may be waiting for a while , on a couch, looking at others live their lives (like on house hunters international).

Till next blog entry.