You can put anything in a salad.

So here I am. Urged by my dear friend to start a blog, here I go.

I like to write about stuff, I just don't normally do it for other people to see. I think it is because I put too much pressure on myself for it to be entertaining, or clever, or humorous, or grammatically correct. My idea of a blog was well crafted, time consuming, lengthy and spectacular. In the past, I have used writing as a kind of therapy and most often would write about my troubles so I have a tendency to want to write about serious business. So, I have often thought of a blog to be a place for releasing emotion, which is very private. Now I realize that it doesn't have to be any of those things.

I have also used writing as a way to both preserve sexual experiences and add to them, making a kind of sex story based loosely on the true experiences I have had. Weaving fantasies into a real life experience and making it more fantastical. Don't get excited, I probably will NEVER publish those. But I might, from time to time, remark about sex and love since these two things occupy my mind frequently.

I might bitch about my work, talk about music, fashion, nightlife, family, or my beloved Beefcake.

I am Olive and this is my salad.