Yep, I think I’m officially done with HNT and before my birthday too.

I’m just too tired and unoriginal to continue.

That and I’m in a bad mood.

Do it again? Maybe…

I think I just need some inspiration.

I did HNT because it was something fun to do. I didn’t need the comments to “raise my self-esteem,” which some people think it’s all about. Seriously, I already think/know/believe that I am the greatest woman in the world and any guy who doesn’t realize that is either dumb, deaf, blind or perhaps a combination of the three. Vain? Maybe. Ultra confident? Definitely.

I’m an exhibitionist by nature. HNT was just my creative outlet for the time. If I post more pics, it will likely not be on a Thursday. It’ll be any day I choose, because as Sher so eloquently said last week, “fuck conformity!”

Until then, I’ll leave you with this one last pic. Of me on Christmas morning with my teddy bear. When my mother woke me up at 5:30 a.m. telling me that Santa had finally arrived.

I was just looking for a picture of a fluffy bunny when I found this. (Thanks Google.)

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That would be the theme song from this year’s Christmas. I had hoped to have a “normal” family Christmas this year. This hope was made possible by my cousin, N, and his girlfriend, T, who decided that they wanted to “host” Christmas this year, rented out the clubhouse at their apartment community and invited all of their extended family.

It sounded good. It even looked good on paper. That’s until EVERYONE arrived. And by everyone, I mean…well. And I realize that the family drama that ensued on Christmas makes the family look, um — slightly uncivilized. That’s until you know that I am the only one on my side of the family without a degree…go figure.

The Jackson (my side) family arrived at 1:30 because we’re more fond of lunches on holidays instead of dinners. My cousin’s girlfriend’s family — even slightly more dysfunctional than mine — was already there. Upon entering the door we see the “estranged” Mrs. Jackson (my cousin’s mother). We had always been close to her until she lost her damn mind and threatened to kill everyone in the damn house about 7 years ago. Grandma Jackson decides that now would be a good time to tell the estranged Mrs. Jackson she missed her and got all teary eyed — “oh we miss you so. You should really stop by. You were always my favorite.” Grandma Jackson lacks a certain amount of TACT so she said all this in front of my uncle (the estranged Mrs. Jackson’s ex) and his fiancee who JUST returned from a romantic getaway cruise in the Bahamas. Fiancee then gets upset and runs outside (okay, maybe she just walked fast) to smoke a ciggarette, cell phone in hand, likely calling someone to say, “You won’t believe who’s here.”

C, my 30 year old cousin, brought his just turned 18 girlfriend. Nuff Said.

And just when I thought the dysfunction was about to end, this young woman walks in with a child. I asked my cousin, N, who this person was because well — I knew she wasn’t related to us. He goes on to explain that this person (who we’ll call Miss Lady) is the mother of T’s nephew. Yep, I explained that the best way I could because here’s where T’s family dysfunction comes in.

Miss Lady walked into the room where these knee high hooker boots, a short mini skirt, LOTS of makeup, and a slim-fitting top. All appropriate for the club but NOT for a family Christmas dinner AND she was toting a 3 year old child. She came with T’s cousin, J. Miss Lady walks over to Grandma Hughes (T’s grandma) and asks if she remembers her. Grandma Hughes is a lady to be admired for her obvious lack of tact as well as she says loudly and without thinking — “Didn’t you used to go with Che?” The girl fumbles around for a bit and says yes. Che is T’s brother. Grandma without missing a beat says, “but you had M’s son, didn’t you?” Miss Lady responds, “yeah, I had him when I was 16 and I’m only 19 now. ” M is Che and T’s brother. Grandma Hughes then says, “and you walking in here with J?” J is T’s (along with Che and M’s cousin). Grandma Hughes looks at Miss Lady who simply looks dumbfounded. I guess she didn’t realize that this old lady could remember all this stuff…and then Grandma Hughes says, “Well I guess you just keeping it all in the family…hope this works out because I don’t have any other grandchildren for you to date.”

Next year, I’m celebrating Chanukah instead.

I had this awesome HNT pictures all picked out. I had so much fun with photoshop and then I went to Osbasso’s site and saw that he had something else planned for HNT. We were supposed to pick three people and say what we would get them if we could. If I were feeling a tad bit creative I would, but I expended all that creative energy on photoshop last night.

Well — damn, all that work photoshopping for nothing. So I’m taking the freaking HNT day off. Next week however is my birthday which, I think, means all naked….hmm….as if I haven’t been that already. It might be a day late as I plan to be out of town visiting a very special someone (i.e. getting well-deserved and long-awaited sex) for my big day. Shit, maybe I’ll post it early…I don’t want to miss out on the HNT fun.

Well — hope everyone has a good holiday and I’m sure I’ll post something between now and then it’s just that, well, I have work to do and the boss is not going to give me my Christmas bonus if I slack off.

How’s that for motivation?

Half-Nekkid Thursday seems to come earlier and earlier. Or else, I’m just horribly unprepared. I’m trying to think of what tomorrow’s entry will be.

Oh well — I’ll try to make it interesting…

He pulled up in a flashy car sporting the newest rims with deep dark tinted windows. When he got out, he stood a decent 6’5”…weighing in about 280, possibly pushing 300 pounds. His mouth shone with platinum at the bottom and row of gold at the top. Several gold chains hung from his neck, and as he walked through the door he looked over my way and I was scared shitless. He didn’t say anything – he just nodded and I quickly averted my eyes back to the book I was reading.

The truth is, I could no longer concentrate. Here I was in the “good” part of town doing my laundry at about 3 a.m. and certainly not expecting to see a Suge Knight look-a-like. I still had about 10 minutes left on my dryers and I was becoming a tad bit antsy.

He walked over to me. I tried to maintain my cool calm demeanor. Fuck, I had no calm demeanor at this point, I was literally about to piss in my pants. What in the world could he want?!?

And then he spoke. In a voice that was more suited for a 6 year old girl or Mike Tyson. “Do you have any quarters?” I’m sure the look on my face was obvious. I was thinking, where the fuck did your balls go? Oh my god, is that your real voice? Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOD!!! But I said politely and sweetly, “yeah sure, I have some” and gave him the 10 quarters I had in my pocket.

So much happened over the weekend and I just have too much on my mind to write a proper post.

So I’m now making monday — Video Monday…and well — this one goes out to the man that’s on my mind.

**I deleted the video because I hate that damn autoplay feature!!!**

Countdown To My Birthday

I’m in Ohio…and it’s snowing. And underneath it all is some icy, slick nastiness that made me slide around about 5 times on my way into work — which is why I don’t have some creative genius half-nekkid picture. It seems I’ve been struggling.

I used to plan my HNT’s. I’d think about the pictures for weeks in advance. (Ok, nevermind, I’m lying. — I have a collection of Nekkid pics on my cell phone. Hence the poor quality until I do some photoshop editing. I mean, what else is the camera phone for except to take some nudie pictures of yourself?!?!?!)

Osbasso requested a face picture a long time ago…and well here one is.

I believe I’m taking requests for next week because really — I’m fresh out of ideas. Basically, if you don’t ask, I’m just going to start photographing my fingernails without polish because that’s naked right?!?!

Happy HNT ya’ll.

I don’t have a nice post for today. I have several in progress — so I put this picture up to basically say –

“Damn, I was a cute kid.”