eXcessica BLOG Contest! Comment to Win!
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eXcessica is now holding a NEW BLOG CONTEST which goes from now until May 15, when we're going to have a wild group party on our Yahoo Group with all our authors and readers!

PRIZES for the NEW BLOG  CONTEST:

The TOP FIVE commenters on the blog from now through May 15, 2008 will win the following:
1 Commenter: 5 FREE eXcessica E-BOOKS
2 Commenter: 4 FREE eXcessica E-BOOKS
3 Commenter: 3 FREE eXcessica E-BOOKS
4 Commenter: 2 FREE eXcessica E-BOOKS
5 Commenter: 1 FREE eXcessica E-BOOK

So the more comments you leave, the better!

There's a "top commenter" section at the top of the page, so you can see who's ahead!

So start commenting  - and let's have some fun!

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CONTEST: Join eXcessica Group to Win!
Current mood: busy
Category: Writing and Poetry

eXcessica authors are as varied as their fiction—some are well-established, award-winning and bestselling writers, and some are exciting new fledgling talents. There are authors here going under different pen names whose work has been published with some of the largest e-and-print publishers in the business who have chosen to publish with eXcessica because of the freedom of expression we afford them. Together, we are a partnership of writers bringing you the best in erotica, from the sweet to the forbidden…

JOIN eXcessica's Yahoo Group and you will be entered to win some delectable prizes from the eXcessica authors, including (but not limited to):

1. A $10 Barnes and Noble Gift Card
2. A basket of goodies, including DOVE chocolates
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4. The book (print) "Getting Off" by Jayme Waxman
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WINNERS will be announced on May 15, 2008!

So JOIN TODAY !

We recently reached 100 members - and our 100th member received a surprise FREE book! So tell your friends and join now - who knows what we'll be giving away next! :)))

Don't forget to take a look around eXcessica (www.excessica.com) - we guarantee you'll find something pleasurable to tickle your fancy!

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Review: Sacred Spots
Current mood: surprised
Category: Writing and Poetry

From Manic Readers about Sacred Spots:

"Lexi's tale is nicely written with very concise detail of the characters... The bonding of these two very different people is extremely well handled, and balances with the weirdness of the situation. The ending is somewhat predictable but this is offset by the pure beauty of the prose...."

Predictable! Harumph. I don't think so!

But hey... I'll take the latter... "pure beauty of the prose..." Nice!



~*~*~Selena Kitt~*~*~

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NEW RELEASE: Sacred Spots from Phaze
Current mood: animated
Category: Writing and Poetry

Have you ever stood on hallowed ground... a place that just feels holy? I don't mean in the traditionally biblical sense--I'm not just talking about places where you should feel the divine. This isn't about the shoulds. I'm not talking about feelings of morality, or the "be quiet, it's church!' kind of emotion. I'm talking about a sort of energy that buoys you, that makes you feel as if you're being held up by something even when there appears to be nothing there.

Admittedly, sometimes churches feel this way, still... although many of them have been so overrun by dogma and morality that the real power and energy behind them, still there, gets overwhelmed. Cemeteries feel this way to me sometimes, too, and not just out of "respect for the dead"... but because there's a sense of peace and calm there, a gravity that pulls you in.

Not to sound all woo-woo, but I can't be the only one out there to have felt this. I think, the truth is, there are places like this, everywhere... if we're tuned in enough to feel them. Places hold energy, good and bad, and there are places that exist which make us feel connected - to one another, to something greater than we are, to everything.

I had an experience like this visiting the up-north vacation home of a friend. It was a little cabin, built near a lake on about ten acres of land, most of it wooded. I was just taking a walk through the woods, when all of a sudden, my whole body got tingly. It was sort of a sixth-sense feeling - you know, like when you're being watched, and the hair stands up on the back of your neck?

Except this was different... the feeling was... well... it was practically orgasmic. It felt so good, it was almost too much to bear. I stood there, sort of dazed, looking around for some possible source of the feeling, but there was nothing. Trees, wind, dirt, rocks, birds, slanting sunshine... nothing really identifying, no gravesite, no church... just me and the woods, alone. There was a big overturned log on the side of the path, and I sat there for a long time, my body buzzing, feeling incredibly alive. I just didn't want to leave.

Eventually, though, I did... and later, I mentioned it casually to my friend. He smiled and nodded and identified the exact spot--the log, the bend in the path, the amount of time it took for me to walk there from the house. I had goosebumps. How had he known?

And then he told he'd felt it, too. And he hadn't been the only one... other people had, as well. I asked, was there a story behind it? Was it some ancient burial ground? Had someone died there? Been born there?

He didn't know. There was no real history to connect to, and yet... the feeling remained in that place, like words on a chalkboard after they've been erased. You could read them, if you concentrated hard enough.

I knew I had to translate that feeling somehow, that joyful, blissful, uncontrollable feeling. I'd felt so connected, even though I was alone, as if the whole world, the whole universe, had opened up for me in that moment. And I thought... what would it have been like if I'd been with someone in that moment?

That was the experience that inspired my story, Sacred Spots.

On a bus trip to California to live with her sister, Lexi meets an intriguing man who is visiting "sacred spots" all across the U.S. The connection between them is undeniable, and when Lexi's painful past is revealed, William makes her an offer she finds hard to refuse. Together they embark on a journey that takes them to a place of connection, healing, and infinite mystery.

Meet Lexi... whose chance encounter with William will lead her to places she never expected to go...

"Sacred spots." He whispered it like he was revealing something secret.

I laughed. "Like polka dots?"

When he turned his face toward the window, I could still see his reflection, how tightly drawn his mouth and brow were now. He was so strange, wearing his three-piece suit and sneakers and carrying an old leather briefcase that he kept tucked between his legs and the seat. I was tempted to end the conversation there, but I had to admit that I was getting bored with this cross-country trek, even armed with a slew of paperbacks and my journal. He was strange, but he was interesting.

"I'm sorry." I put my hand on his arm. He turned at my touch. "I was just kidding. What do you mean, sacred spots?"

"Places of power." His voice was conspiratorial again. "Extraordinary things can happen there."

"Really?" I couldn't help smiling, and all I could do was hope it looked friendly and interested rather than mocking. "So, has anything extraordinary happened to you at one of them?"

"Well, not yet," he admitted.

"Where have you been?"

"So far, the Monk's Mound in Cahokia, Illinois, and the Angel Mounds in Indiana."

"Never heard of them." I slipped a piece of gum out of my purse. "What's next?"

"The Bear Mound in Iowa."

"Iowa has a sacred spot?" I nearly choked on my gum in an effort not to laugh.

"Yes." He looked very earnest. "Most of the sacred spots in the U.S. are actually native in origin."

"You mean they were made by the Indians?"

He laughed, and when he did, there were creases next to his eyes that made them seem even kinder. "Oh, not the Indians you study about in school. Native peoples from far, far back."

I nodded like I knew what he was talking about. "Before Sitting Bull and all those guys?"

He was still smiling at me. "The Effigy Mounds were constructed somewhere around 500 B.C."

"That's a long time ago." I stated the obvious as I offered him a piece of Juicy Fruit.

"They are truly ancient." He eyed the gum for a moment, and then slid a silver-foiled stick carefully out of the pack. "They are the belief system of a whole people built up right there on the landscape."

"So, wait, effigy, that's like a symbol, right?" I watched him carefully unwrap his gum and inspect the beige rectangle before putting it into his mouth.

"Correct." He looked pleased that I knew that. "Effigy mounds often look like certain objects."

"So let me guess, the Bear Mound—"

"Looks like a bear, yes." He nodded, and I watched with interest as he started to fold his little silver wrapper into some shape on his thigh. "Although you might not be able to tell at first glance. The one in Iowa is one hundred and thirty-eight feet long and sixty-five feet wide."

"That's huge!" I tried to figure out what he was doing with the gum wrapper.

"You can see it better in aerial photos." He paused in his origami project to set it on the window ledge and reach under his seat for his briefcase. He unlatched it and pulled out an eight-by-ten photo, handing it to me. I studied it. Someone had outlined the mound with white, and it looked like a child's drawing.

"Are they sure it's a bear?" I handed it back over. "It looks like a bloated coyote to me."

His hand touched mine as he took the photograph. That's when he saw the scars on my arm. It was too late for me to hide them. He frowned and grabbed my wrist, yanking my shirt up to my elbow, revealing even more of them. Shocked at his audacity, I gasped, jerking my arm away, my jaw tightening.

"Excuse me." I pulled my shirtsleeve down and stood. His eyes followed me, concerned, and I cringed at the look of compassion on his face. "I need to use the bathroom."

In the tiny cubicle, I rolled up my sleeves, looking at the scars on my arms that matched the set on my thighs. I never wore shorts or short-sleeves anymore. I hid them fairly well, most of the time. Most folks didn't even ask. I'd seen them glimpse the angry red marks below my shirt cuffs, but they just looked away. People were too polite, believing it none of their business.

What was he thinking, pulling my sleeve up like that? I wondered. It had surprised me, but the look in his eyes had jolted me more. There was too much honesty there. I pulled my curly brown hair back into a thick ponytail and washed my face in the little sink. I made sure to roll my sleeves down and button the cuffs so they couldn't be pulled up too far.

When I got back, I found a folded, silver bear sitting on my seat. It was the gum wrapper. I picked it up and sat down without a word, digging my book out of my pack and opening it.

"I'm sorry."

I looked over at him. His eyes told me he really was sorry. I sighed. "Thanks for the bear." I rubbed my finger over the shiny surface. "It's really neat."

"Can I ask what happened to your arm?"

I sighed, closing my book. "I happened."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked as I turned the silver bear over and over in my hand.

He nodded. "I don't ask questions that I don't want to know the answers to."

I believed him. Biting my lip, I looked at the bear in my hands. "I cut myself."

He paused. "It clearly wasn't an accident."

Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my other sleeve, pulling it up to show him the scars there. Some were still an angry red. Others had faded to a silvery-pink.

"It must hurt." He touched my arm, fingering a few of the more prominent marks. His touch was gentle, almost a caress. I couldn't remember the last time someone had touched me with such kindness. It made me want to cry, but I swallowed that feeling, putting on a happy face.

Shaking my head, I gave him a smile as I buttoned my cuff. "Not anymore."

"No, I mean the reason you cut yourself in the first place." His eyes were on mine, dark and knowing, and I looked away...


Want to read more?

Buy it today at Phaze - at $2, it's a bargain!

xoxo
Selena Kitt
Erotic Fiction You Won't Forget
Wanna Purrrrrr With Pleasure

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eXcessica - The Newest Thing in E-Publishing!
Current mood: excited
Category: Writing and Poetry

eXcessica is something entirely new. We are not a traditional e-publisher, instead we are a collaborative formed to remove the middleman and bring you, the reader, some of the best in truly hot erotica.

eXcessica publishes everything from sweet to scorching, including the taboo stuff other e-publishers won't touch. eXcessica authors cross the spectrum from award-winning professionals to fresh, new voices. Some are here because they want complete control over their work. Others are here because they want a larger cut of their sales proceeds. Still others, because their material is considered too edgy for traditional e-publishers.

By having each author take responsibility for their own editing and cover art, eXcessica is able to make its overhead expenses negligible. eXcessica authors know that sloppy work reflects poorly on us all and that success hinges on everyone doing their very best to ensure quality.

We invite you to step inside the minds of our eXcessica authors.

We promise you a memorable experience!

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AUTHORS, would you like to submit? I know there are a lot of bloggers out there who are also writers. Have something tucked away in your drawer? Polish it up and submit it!

Here are eXcessica's submission requirements:

eXcessica is always accepting submissions in all genres and heat levels.

BUT…

Just because we like to push the boundaries doesn't mean we don't want an actual story with our erotica. Excessive sex is great (we like excess!) so sex in every chapter is fine—but sex without any semblance of a plot is not. We are looking for fully developed characters, plots and settings.

eXcessica is not a vanity publisher, so we will not charge you to publish with us. However, because we are a partnership rather than a standard publisher (who have editors and cover artists on staff) we require that you have your own manuscript edited and provide your own cover art. This means that manuscripts sent to us as submissions are expected to be free of all mechanical errors in punctuation, grammar and spelling.

With eXcessica there are no contracts, and we keep none of your royalties. All sales are yours. You will be asked to sign a general electronic release form that says the work is yours and you give the partnership the right to sell it—and that's all. All rights are non-exclusive—the work is yours to do with as you wish, and you can pull it from our "shelves" at any time.

We will accept previously published works if you hold exclusive rights (and have proof of such.)

Heat Levels

eXcess 1: Focus on plot and, if a romance, a happily ever after (or happy for now) ending. Will contain sexual content and strong language.

eXcess 2: Story with a well-written plot, strong language and sexual content, not necessarily a happily ever after or happy-for-now ending.

eXcess 3: Strong detailed sexual language and content, explicit and descriptive plot, some objectionable material (threesomes, toys, crossdressing, bisexual, etc.) So pretty much, almost anything goes.

eXcess 4: Seriously taboo. This is the controversial category, and will contain things like incest, elements of non-consent, age-play, etc.

Boundaries
Well we had to have some boundaries!

Underage sex—a controversial topic to say the least. Since we are based in the U.S. and considering the current political climate, we have to say that underage is defined as someone under the age of 18. So no descriptive sexual situations with underage persons will be allowed—however, allusions and reference to it happening in the past is okay.

Rape—this is a soft boundary. We do accept some non-consent work. Submit it and we'll see!

Necrophilia and bestiality—no surprise, the dead folks and the earth-animals are still off-limits, folks. Of course, this doesn't include the UNdead (vampires) or fantastical animals (shapeshifters, werewolves, etc.)

Formatting
Attached document&183;doc (Word) or .rtf (Rich Text File)
Email subject line: eXcessica SUBMISSION: TITLE OF WORK
1 inch margins all the way around
Arial —12 point font
double line spacing
0.5 (regular tab) at beginning of each paragraph
No extra returns between paragraphs
Use * * * * * (centered) between scene breaks
Insert page breaks between chapters and place page number in footer

The first page and your cover email must contain at top left:
Name (real/pen):
Email address:
Title of work
Word Count
Genre(s)
Heat Level
Warnings (Ex: This title contains f/f sex, anal, and incest)
Synopsis
mail to submissions@eXcessica.com

A NOTE ON EDITING: Since we are a partnership, we expect you to be incredibly diligent about your work. It needs to be as error-free as possible before submission. Your mss will be peer-read and reviewed for both content and errors. If your mss has clearly been sent to us unedited, it will be returned to you. Once accepted, your mss will be peer-edited before publication.

A NOTE ON COVER ART: If your mss is accepted (allow 4-6 weeks) you will be asked to either provide cover art (with copyright clearance—you can use stock photos or use photos under a creative commons license) or complete our cover art request form. Most of our authors are extremely creative individuals, and not just as writers, so they enjoy the freedom of doing their own cover art. If you aren't the artistic type (outside of words, of course!) we do have other authors who will work with you to develop your cover.

So to be clear, don't worry! If needed, we do offer resources for editing and cover art production at no monetary cost to you.

Lengths
Shorts: 3-7K
Stories: 7-15K
Novellas: 15-35K
Novels: 35-75K
Super Novels: 75K +

Royalties
You receive all royalties, payable to you via Paypal. You must have a Paypal account in order to publish with eXcessica. (And if you want to remain anonymous, you need to upgrade from a premiere to a business account—there is no cost to do so.) We are a partnership, not a publisher, so eXcessica keeps none of your proceeds. If the book sells from the eXcessica site directly, you will keep the full published price (minus any Paypal fees). If the book sells from another online bookseller (Fictionwise, etc.) you will receive royalties based on the percentage that particular bookseller deducts for itself - but again, eXcessica takes nothing.

If you have any questions, please feel free to contact us at questions@eXcessica.com.

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So what do you think? Exciting, huh?

I'm a publisher, now!

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Review: Mrs. Giggles Liked Rosie’s Promise (83/100)
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Category: Writing and Poetry

Rosie's Promise tickled Mrs. Giggles:

Review

Rosie's Promise is a simple and uncomplicated story…I really like this one…Ms Kitt manages to give me a pretty good impression of who Rosie is and I believe I can definitely relate to her. This story manages to bring to life pretty well the thrill of sneaking around with the cute guy one has a huge crush on. The time shift towards the end is smoothly done and I like those two well enough to feel pleased at how those two get a happily ever after…Rosie's Promise...is just my type after all.

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NEW RELEASE: Rosie’s Promise from Samhain
Current mood: pleased
Category: Writing and Poetry

My mother claims I used to put on performances in the living room. I would set up my stuffed animals and dolls as an "audience," use my giant Tinkertoys as both stage set and microphone stand, slather on make-up (blue eye shadow and red lipstick – along with feathered banana clips in my hair. I was a gruesome cross between Tammy Faye and Boy George) and put on hour-long singing shows…at the top of my lungs.

When my mother relays this story to friends, family, ex-boyfriends, I always roll my eyes, vehemently deny it, and insist she "Prove it!"

Too bad they didn't have video cameras back then, huh?

One of the songs in my repertoire was Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield. It's still one of my mother's favorite songs. My penchant for it was always its mystery – what were they doing out there on their walk, I wondered? As a teenager, I had an idea… a rather exciting idea.

"Billy Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
Billy Ray would take me walking…"

This past year we moved to a very rural area. I have to drive ten miles to a gas station and fifteen to the nearest store. The scenery is mostly farmland – lots and lots of corn. On one of these drives, I happened to catch Dusty Springfield singing about that son of a preacher man…

"Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is all right,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is all right,
Can I get away again tonight?"

As I sang along (still at the top of my lungs – never grew out of that habit – thankfully no one else was in the car!) I had an image of the two of them, holding hands and walking through the field.

By the time I got to the gas station, I knew exactly who Billy Ray and his girl were.

And I knew I had to tell their story.

_{Cover art by Scott Carpenter}

ROSIE'S PROMISE
MARCH 11, 2008
Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50

A summer of love, choices, and change…

Billy Ray and Rosie, each full of the promise of innocence and youth, want more than their rural Midwest home can offer. During this tumultuous Vietnam era, Rosie is excited to accept a scholarship to college.

But Billy reveals his defiance of his pacifist, preacher father by declaring that at the end of summer he will enlist to fight in the war.

With the realization looming that all they may ever have is this one last summer together, Billy Ray and Rosie explore their youthful love and passion. Rosie swears to wait for his return from Vietnam.

But only Fate knows how long Rosie's promise will keep her waiting in bittersweet vigil—and what the consequences of their actions might mean for their future.

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EXCERPT:

"Oh, speaking of picking…" Mama poured lemonade over a glass of ice she set in front of the preacher. "Rosie, will you run out back and pick me… Let me think…"

She frowned, looking up at the ceiling as if the answer were written above her head. "I'd say…fifteen…fifteen ears of corn should do it."

I couldn't believe my luck. We were gonna have the opportunity to be alone twice in one Sunday?

"Sure, Mama." I didn't bother with my shoes and I tried to make it sound real casual when I stopped with my hand on the screen door, looked back and asked, "You wanna help me, Billy Ray?"

He slipped behind me, pushing the door open as an answer.

"Your daddy don't care, does he?" I glanced back at the preacher man on the front stoop drinking Mama's lemonade and talking with my daddy as Billy Ray and I made our way through the field.

"Oh, he cares." Billy Ray picked a piece of long sweet grass and stuck it between his teeth to suck on. "He just trusts me, is all."

I lifted my blue eyes to his dark ones and we both smiled. "We got a new lamb. Wanna see him?"

"Sure." He followed my change in trajectory as we cut toward the barn.It smelled like hay and manure inside and the earthy odor of animals. I stopped to give my horse a nuzzle, rubbing my cheek against his silky black nose. Jupiter nibbled at my long, brown hair looking for goodies, and I giggled, pushing him away.

"Not today, Jupiter." I noticed Billy's eyes on me as he leaned back against one of the stalls, his arms crossed, just watching.

"He just wants a little sugar," Billy Ray noted with a slow smile. "Don't see as I blame him."

My cheeks blushed even pinker as I moved past him, hearing his boots fall on the concrete behind me as I made my way to the sheep pen. The new lamb was sleeping curled by his mother's side but he looked up and bleated as we approached. His mother nuzzled him and bleated back as if to say, "All's well" and the lamb closed his eyes again.

"Ain't he sweet?" I squatted down to peer through the wooden slats.

"Yep." Billy Ray leaned over the rail, chewing on his blade of grass. "Not as sweet as you, a'course."

I snorted, putting my hands on my knees and rocking back, rolling my eyes. "You think I'm stupid, Billy Ray Harris?"

He smiled down at me. "Why would I think that?"

"I know what you're doin'." I stood, brushing my hands over my dress as if squatting next to the pen had made it dirty, and put my feet up on the first rail to peer over at the lamb, making me just as tall as the preacher's son.

"Yeah?" Billy Ray did the same, bringing his height to a full head taller again. His shoulder brushed mine as he reached up to tip his hat back. "What am I doin'?"

"You're no better than Jupiter." I nudged him with my knee. The lamb was blinking, swinging its head back and forth between us. "You're just looking for some sugar."

"Aw, come on, Rosie." He tilted his head when he smiled at me. "Can you blame me? Pretty girl like you…you'd just melt in my mouth like sugar…"

"Billy Ray!" I pushed him with my shoulder, meeting solid resistance. He didn't budge an inch. "What you're talkin' 'bout is a sin. What would your daddy say?"

He snorted. "What Daddy don't know, don't hurt him. Besides, I told you, he trusts me."

I hopped off the rail, brushing my hands together. "Well, now, that was his mistake, wasn't it?"

Billy Ray stepped off the wooden slat and stood in front of me. "Don't you trust me, girl?"

I met his eyes, trying to decide if the question was genuine. "Should I?"

"Wouldn't hurt ya." He brushed a stray hair off my cheek. It tickled. His fingers lingered over my jaw, his thumb rubbing there.

I glanced nervously past him, clearing my throat. "I don't know 'bout that."

Billy Ray frowned, stepping back. "You act like I'm Lucifer come to tempt you with a nice shiny apple."

"I didn't mean—" I stopped as he turned and started toward the barn doors. "Hey, Billy Ray, wait up…"

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_{Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield}

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XOXO
Selena

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Wordless Wednesday
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Wordless Wednesday

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*~*~Selena~*~*

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Ten on Tuesday: 10 Songs That Make Me Sad
Current mood: sad
Category: Music

10 Songs That Make Me Sad

1. All The King's Horses - Robert Plant

2. My Immortal - Evanescence

3. Cats in the Cradle - Harry Chapin

4. If You Could Read My Mind - Gordon Lightfoot

5. This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

6. All These Years - Sawyer Brown

7. Hung My Head - Johnny Cash

8. God Give Me Strength - Kristen Vigard (Grace of My Heart Soundtrack)

9. Against All Odds - Phil Collins

10. These Dreams - Jim Croce

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~*~*Selena*~*~

Currently listening : Jim Croce Photographs & Memories: His Greatest Hits By Jim Croce Release date: 19 September, 1995

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Friday Funny
Current mood: crazy
Category: Blogging

Making Reservations

Recently, I called to make reservations on a small charter plane that departs from Teterboro airport in New Jersey.

I knew I would be flying in a very small plane, so I was not surprised when the clerk said, "The plane is very full with baggage and passengers." Then she asked, "How much do you weigh, sir"?

Not thinking clearly, I answered, "With or without clothes"?

"Well," said the clerk, "how do you intend to travel"?

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