PDA, Porn & Sunny Crockett Lives

Hello All,

I am sorry for the long delay but I have been having technical difficulties with my blog. Someone changed my passwords and well it was a mess to say the least. We are still working on it and hopefully soon it will be back to normal. I ask that you be patient with my web team and me. I have a lot to update you all on, but before I do that I have to make an announcement. There are only twelve more days left until my birthday. I know I am shameless, but I don't give a damn.

Alright lets talk. The other day I was out and about running my errands and I started noticing something. At first I paid no attention to it, to be honest I thought it was kinda cute, but then it started to take on a life on its own. There I was in Target getting supplies and this couple was right beside me holding hands. I had to do a double take. Who the hell holds hands in Target?? I mean where did he think she was going to go...to the automotive care department. Look I am all for the PDA (public display of affection), but there is a time and place for it. I think that you and your significant other can put a hold on the hand holding while you shop. But wait it gets worse, I went for a jog yesterday morning and I saw this older couple holding hands while they walked around the park. You mean to tell me that when I get older I am still going to have to hold this bastards' hand to make him feel secure while we are excising. I am instituting a national boycott on all PDA look for a sign up sheet in your inbox.

I have a confession to make...I love looking at porn. I think I have a problem. I don't want to go out anymore because I might miss my porn. I don't watch the Playboy channel or Skin-a-max, I like the hardcore action. I turn the volume down so I can do the voices. I get all raunchy and filthy dirty with it. I love to talk dirty. I can say some things to you that would make a sailor blush. I think my friends are going to have an intervention with me about my porn addiction. But in my defense this wouldn't have been such a problem if the guy at Home Depot would have gone out with me. In my opinion it is all his fault! As a matter of fact I need to hurry up and end this blog so I can watch my porn.

Last weekend I was out on the town, I went to the Skybar at the Shore Club. It is the typical pretentious South Beach hot spot that I love to go to. My favorite past-time activity is people watching and there is no better people watching than at the Skybar. I was there with a couple of friends just having a good time. Getting strangers to buy us $16.00 martinis and then walking away once we get our drinks. I know that is mean, but I just wish one time so guy would say "$16.00 for a martini; you know you are going home with me tonight." But alas they do not. Anyway, there we were just people watching and right before my brown eyes I saw Sunny Crockett minus Ricardo Tubbs. He was wearing the white linen pants, with a powder blue t-shirt and a white sport blazer and tan loafers with his hair slicked back. I almost spilled my drink on myself checking this guy out. I didn't have enough courage to over there and talk to him (not enough alcohol in me), because I was at a loss for words. Is it me or are we in the year 2007? Who the hell still dresses in 1980s attire? I just got a glimpse of him in my mind and I am cracking up all over again. For holloween I am going to find Sunny Crockett and I am going to Olivia (the black on the show) and watch we are going to win first prize.....totally dude.

Hugs & Kisses,
Cam