Sex on my Feet

First day jitters, Uncertainty lingering beneath the surface.

Plenty of fresh. Smooth lines and a multitude of fast turns.

Heart thumping, adrenaline quickly replacing blood where it matters most.

I am Enthralled, senses keen for stimulation. T-Bar trees demanding every ounce of concentration,

Determination.

The sexytime on my feet gives me tingles up my spine. The sensations I’ve longed for since the end of the last season return to me post-haste.

The lift arrives, we slowly climb. To the top, up and up. Through the fog, the skies clear.
Sunshine - exaltation.

As the light fades and the sun sets, I could fly if only I had wings.

Charlie horses and a cricked neck; stiff relief, finishing with an overwhelming sense of self-satisfaction.

It’s good to be back on the hill.

It is 330am and I am quite possibly drunk.

Tonight has been a good night.
I've had 2 bottles of wine.
8 different types of cheese.
Cranberry baked brie in flaky bread.
Carrots, broccoli, dip and elk garlic sausage.
A smorgasborg of delights for my palate.

I learned I have adequate balance on my balance board while holding a glass of red wine over a light beige carpet.
I learned that I can have friends of different groups that totally click when they're together.
I learned that I'm horrible at senso-sketch (see: Cranium)
Text messages are almost as much fun when you write them with the recipient in the room.

It is very late and I thought I would 'post' my opinion. I'm in a good mood, so why not post about things I like.
I like the color purple.
I like red wine.
I really like older vqa. It makes sexytime with my olfactory senses.
I like my new balance board. I am hopeful for the snowboard season. I want to ride pipe.
Did I mention how much I like purple? I think it is my new favorite color. Green is great and all, but it lacks the intensity purple's got. Just trust me on this one.
I like photography, but I am of two minds over it. On one hand, it is great. I see shots I wish I had a camera good enough to take. On the other hand, I see these moments in time I want to preserve, but they are so genuine and so full of.. the moment, that I can't see myself wanting to hold a camera up long enough to capture the moment. Fuck pictures, I'd rather live in the shot than sit behind it, casing it up. I guess the jury is still out on that dslr I think I might want.

this blog-type-thing is starting to get long, so I will end it with the last and only thing penetrating my thought process at present: my bed.

Fresh sheets. Perfect hospital corners. Taught like the lines of a freshly botox'd face. Warm. Snuggly. Inviting. I have chosen my bed frame: Here.

Testing - 1... 2... 3...

I suspect my first post on this blogger machine should be a confession of sorts.
A confession that begins with me pouring out my soul on why I've made the switch to blogger.com.
The transition seems to go with the natural order of things, as most of my business is becoming more frequently conducted through my gmail account than any other.

To put it simply, my lani_banani account feels a little too young for me. Granted, it will remain my base for facebook and for messenger, but beyond that, I use it for nearly nothing. I am uncomfortable with the amount of spam I receive on a daily basis.

New Junk Mail! (884)

I am not sure how this blog will progress or if I will ever remember to post to it, but this is a learning experience (such is life), I will endeavor to make it as well written as I can.

But we'll see.