A Line from Sooz

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Many of you know that I have been seeing a woman from France, you ALSO know that I am a recovering alcoholic, (Or drunk as I don’t attend meetings), here’s the thing, my recovery as slipped due to her.

Do I want to be a drunk for the rest of my life, no, do I want to continue seeing this woman who I am developing feelings for, yes, I am so confused right now. You see, as I write this I am PISSED. For those who don’t understand Gahlic, I’m drunk.

As always, it started with one drink of wine, then another and so on, now, I look forward to getting drunk with Bella and having incredible sex. You see, she is the only one I have found, who ALSO has a compatible sex drive like mine.

The more I drink, the more I want to drink, as it makes me feel Veeerrry Seeexxxxy, Meowwwwww…Bella loves to drink and get pissed, so do I but then I don’t want to LIVE the drunkard lifestyle anymore. I have taken a long time trying to get OVER this addiction and yet, it keeps pulling me back in.

I am at a crossroads here, I am falling in love with this woman, but, I realize that her habits are very bad for my sobriety. What to do, what to do? Perhaps I should Just Ask Sooz and see what SHE says, hehehehehehe.

If anyone has any thoughts on this that could help, please feel free to dish it out. I could really use the voice of reason right about now. God, it has taken me 3 times to write this….Hehehehehehehe.

Time to masturbate, MUAH to ALL!!!!!

From the Desk of Sooz

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Hi there everyone, today I would like to explain myself. Yup, that’s right, you deserve an explanation of WHY I write the way I do…I CHOOSE to write what many consider senseless drivel.

While it is true, I don’t speak out on what’s happening in North Korea, or comment on many of the world’s major problems, it is my CHOICE NOT to write about such matters.

I leave this to the “experts” who get PAID to do this, AND, then SPIN it the way they want our people to believe it. So YES, if I write about trivial things, or sexy things, I am doing so because THIS is what I WANT to write about.

Does it mean that I am any less unformed, NO, I DO know what’s going on, I merely try and stay (For the MOST part), on a positive vein. If you would prefer me to stop writing the kind of drivel I usually write, TELL me and I will gladly stop writing here and go somewhere ELSE where I feel that what I write is considered artistic and creative.

It is a shame that the FEW jeopardize the many. This is MY two cents worth. Good day. As far as the pic is concerned, Oh well…Sue Me!!!

 

 

10 Things Never to do When Writing

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There are sooooooooo many people out there who write to “improve” other people’s writing, without ever explaining WHAT pitfalls to watch for when you finally DO pick up that pen and paper or computer.

 

I have devised a list of 10 things you should never do when you are writing, so that all of you potential writers have a CHANCE of making a million dollars on your next book.

 

  1. Never write when you are drunk. Ask me, I KNOW. When drunk, you believe you have written a masterpiece, when all you have actually written is something right out of Sooz’s Nursery Rhymes.

 

  1. Never write when you are tired. If you DO, the brain wants to finish your article toot suite, and it ends up going in the rejection bin in the morning. It is better just to sit down, relax, have 6 or 7 drinks, pass out and then try again in the morning. (The writing that is, NOT the drinking).

 

  1. While having sex. It CAN be done, but it is very difficult. Either finish your love play first, OR your writing.

 

  1. While watching TV. All I can say here is BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! This is a big no no. Too much interference that messes with your creativity. Finish watching House Hunters and THEN write.

 

  1. Never write on an empty OR a full stomach. If you write while you are hungry, you are always thinking about food. If you write on a full stomach, you are either thinking about sleeping OR puking. Enough said here.

 

  1. Never write about a personal experience you had unless it is EXTREEMLY funny or horrifying. Nothing else is really interesting; again…Ask me, I’ll tell you.

 

  1. Never write while you are depressed. If you do, no one will EVER read you again. Just sayin’.

 

  1. Never write when you are sleepy. If you do, you will find a story like this. Once upon a time………………………………………………………………….. nnnnnnnnnnnjjjjjjjjjjjjjjklkjchhdecwdclksMcSC,m d/w.md wlejl  kwc

 

  1. Never write when you are butt naked. Sure, it feels great, BUT…Then you have to stop every 15 minutes to masturbate and you lose the coherency of the story. Again, personal experience.

 

OK… There IS no number 10 because as you have probably figured out, I AM drunk and this whole thing is a compilation of drivel. I’ll hit the sack and try again when I am sober.

Bye for now…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the Beginning

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In the beginning, there was a Light, or a Spirit, or something or other that said,”Let there be Man”, and man was to be. Next it said,”Let there be an Earth, so that man can have land to fight over, and for me to watch over as entertainment”, and there appeared a planet called Earth.

 

Then, being tired out after such a horrendous feat said, “ I shall now create evil”, and he created woman, to tempt and to twist man into a pretzel with her devilish ways.

 

Soon god grew tired of watching men and woman bitch at each other, so he created politicians for a NEW source of entertainment. This proved to be a wonderful accomplishment as the politicians lied, cheated, and seemed as if they would do ANYTHING to get what they wanted. God LOVED to watch them as they lived their lives differently each day.

 

God was always amused at how they would act to get what they wanted. Some called themselves Democrats and some called themselves Republicans, but BOTH even though they swore had their party values, would connive and deceive to secretly get what THEY wanted.

 

Meanwhile, the countries they served went to Hell in a hand basket and god laughed and laughed. God knew they were better than ever sending some slithering snake and have Eve bite an apple as an evil gesture, this was just pure gold.

 

Now, god could always do what he wanted to do and destroy the Earth in a big ball of fire. You see, God always did like shooting off missiles. So one day, when he was a little bored, god had the politicians of one country point and fire their missiles at all the other countries. There was a HUGE explosion, which wiped out ALL the population of the Earth. This time, god would create the perfect world, so he rolled up his sleeves, and said, “Let there be women, and ONLY one man”, who would act as a stud.

 

And god was happy, and the world flourished.

The End…

 

Gambling, Stripping, and Poker, Oh My

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So…OK, I realize that I should NEVER start a sentence with So, but that’s just me, I’ll do it anyway because I can. There are many things that get me going, and one of them is Poker.

Yup, I love to gamble and play Poker, When a couple of friends of mine invited me over to play Strip Poker, what could I say but I’ll be there. I put on some sexy underwear (Just in case), hopped in my car and off I went.

Cindi, Maria, and Audrey have been long time friends and poker players so I KNEW it would be a blast. We decided to play Texas Hold ‘Em, one of my favorite games.

The first hand, I got dealt a pair of nines. The game was 5 and 10 dollars to open so I started and bet 15.00. Everyone called and the river was a 6 of hearts, ace of diamonds and king of diamonds.

Cindi bet 10, and everyone else called. The next card on the river was another 9 so I bet 25. All but Cindi folded. I bet another 25 bucks and Cindi called me.

The last card for the river was a queen of hearts. I bet another 25 and Cindi called and raised another 10.00. I figured I was pretty safe with 3-9’s so I called her. DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cindi had a straight, Ace high. Off came my shoes.

The games went on until early in the morning. As it turned out, I lost, and was down to just my sexy black panties. A fun night was had BY ALL. You can guess the rest. …WINK…

A Trip to the Zoo

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I went to the zoo today and saw a lot of strange things, funny thing is, the animals were fine, it was the patrons that were whacked out. I spotted a family of 4 with the adults feeding the bears apples. Never mind that there is a clear and HUGE sign in front of the cage that says Do NOT feed the bears.

A while later, I saw an adult woman tapping at the Gorilla cage, again, a sign clearly posted not to tap on glass. What the hell is wrong with people anyway? Is there some kind of “Sign Ignorance”, or are they basically saying “Fuck You, I’ll do whatever the Hell I want to”?

I don’t know, it was such a gorgeous day outside and all I wanted to do was watch a few of the animals and relax…But Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!! People around me had to be assholes and disobey all the signs.

It really annoys me when people show disrespect to the poor animals, look at the message they are sending their kids. I realize I am on a soapbox here, but I can’t help it. There are just so many rude and stupid people walking around…GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

 

I’m Back!!!

Just got back from a European trip I was taking to find a new distribution site for a  business I just entered. Exhausted right now after a 12 hr. plane ride but none the worse for wear.

I’ve got some very sexy stories to share with you all, but right now I need a nap. I have missed you all and look forward to talking to all of you soon. My love to all…

Sooz

Sooz’s Diary

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Dear Diary:

As I write these words I am curious to that of Human Nature. Some people see me as a former captain of industry, and now a student redefining her life, others, see me as a drunken whore and a woman without conscience.

It’s almost as if I have two separate personalities, and yet, I am merely a woman, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, I have faults and talents like the rest of Humanity, and yes, my feelings can be hurt, and believe it or not, cut me and I bleed just like you do.

Why is it that MANY want my persona to be the drunk and sexual Nymphomaniac? Is it because I am easy after I am drunk, and they can just have their way with me? Helene, perhaps I should send a letter to Just Ask Sooz and find out.

The truth is I AM an alcoholic who IS a Nymphomaniac. I have had my ups and downs with the alcohol, but my sexual response is one in which I have never been able to quell.

Does this mean I don’t have a conscience…NO. I DO have a conscience, one in which I wrestle with each and every day. Why, because it is BECAUSE of my increased sexual arousal that I have created many unhappy people.

If there is a Hell will I burn there for eternity, I HOPE not, and yet, I still can’t seem to control my urges. Should I be doomed for something that is incurable? I don’t know, I wonder about these things a lot.

All this worry is probably just for naught however. If there is a final judgement, I guess I’ll just have to wait and find out the fate that surrounds me. If there is NO final judgement, then I guess I won’t have to worry about these matters.

I guess the best thing I can do is to live my life the best way I know how, and help those who are less fortunate than I am. This way I can at least hedge my bets… Hehehehe.

Until Later Diary…

 

 

The Scripe

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Thought I’d try a little Dr. Seuss style on this one. Let me know what you think.

 

Away in the forest and over the hill,

Lies a quiet little town whose name is Bree Mill.

It has mountains and streams, and buildings with beams,

It has people with pipes, and one Hobbit named Scripe.

 

Scripe, they say, is smaller than most,

His skin tone is pale, as white as a ghost,

But, he is happy and friendly, say his friends who are close,

And he is happiest when seen giving a toast.

 

He hobbles around the town with a cane,

From an accident he had, where no one was blamed.

He works in confection, makes sweet things galore,

Yet he would rather, you see, be dancing on the floor.

 

Indeed a dancer, he was, till that ill-fated day,

When a Trolley Bombaster would take it away.

His leg was impaired, yet his spirits were bright,

For now he could TEACH others to dance through the night.

 

So this is his story, and this is his tale,

The Scripe teaches on, and refuses to fail.

Let this be a lesson to those who are down,

Follow the Scripe, and turn that frown upside down.

 

 

 

 

 

I Had a Dream

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Call it what you want, a dream, a prophesy, an In- site, but I indeed had a disturbing nightmare regarding the presidency of our current leadership.

While it is true that I believe our economy will be strengthened under his leadership, I also believe his foreign policy will bring us to the brink of another world war.

Many of our allies are already dumbfounded at some of his new policy. Government cuts in foreign aid, including military abroad, and also in necessary food items, have our best friends scratching their heads.

Take THAT, with the increasing of our military spending, and well, this can lead to a significant build up in Russia’s defense, China’s, and also countries in the volatile Middle East.

Could I be full of *%^*, sure, but once this all begins, it will be very hard to reverse the trend. Am I saying we should all start rebuilding our bomb shelters once again, hey, it couldn’t hurt.

I truly fear for our country, while Trump is doing what he feels is right, I am afraid he is listening too much to his military advisors and not enough to others around him who can see the BIG picture.

My judgement, (and many more like me), rebuild the economy, and leave the military spending where it is. People will appreciate food and clean water MUCH more than sub machine guns. Just my two cents worth.

Until Later…