Challenge Topic! What Is Your Favorite Thing In The Whole World? GO!!!!!

Okay, well, super-boringly I have to skip my first six favorite things because they're my yams and anybody who knows anything about me already knows that.

So what's the competition for seventh-favorite-thing-in-the-whole-world?

BRAINSTORM SESH!

Games!

Music!

Air drumming!

Thuh nazstyyy!

Star Warses and Marvelses!

Lying on a blanket at night looking up at the stars with somebody I love!

Specific games! Like ...

HeroScape!

DragonBane!

Dungeon Crawl Classics!

Mothership!

Reading stuff, like ...

My boyfriend's books!

My girlfriends' blogs!

Manga!

Directions on the back of the margarita mix!

Okay, okay, I think that's enough options.

So what do I pick?

AIR DRUMROLL, PLEASE!!!

DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-POW!

The answer is: ME!

Faked you out, right? (Specially after last post when I said I wasn't going to blog about myself anymore!)

Thing is, though, if you're going to do life right, somewhere near the top of your list has got to be you.

I don't mean you've got to be the most important thing in your life, or the thing you spend the most time on -- and I definitely don't mean the thing you spend the most time thinking about.

But you need to be way up there as one of your favorites or how can you be happy?

You gotta appreciate yourself. There's nobody like you!

So that's my answer. Right after my six yams, I'm my seventh-favoritest thing in the world. There you go.

Sashanatashalaspicykiolbasa, out!

What if ...

Just hear me out here, people.

What if blogging by myself isn't really all that much my thing?

Let me pause a sec and see if I hear a big I CALL BULLSHIT! from anywhere.

Okay, I didn't, but now I'm really bugged by the actual shit color I used for "I call bullshit" there. Dang, kabang, what a gross color.

Get it together, Sash!

Sorry, folks, seems like I can't even write a blogging-in-crisis post for shit. DO I SUCK AT THIS?

I mean, I went back just before starting this post and reread a whole bunch of this blog, and there's some pretty good stuff in there and all, but SO MUCH FUCKING RAMBLING!

Yeah, most of the posts have some style and Va-VOOM to them, but it's like ...

Why do I not have anything really to say in most of them?

There was that one where my boyfriend called me his most mysterious girlfriend, told me he kept learning all these new things about me, so how exactly am I not living up to that here?

IS MY BOYFRIEND AN IDIOT?!?

I mean, I know it's not that. He's awesome-floss! (Meaning he, like, helps you have a bright sparkly smile, and I think it's a good habit to do him after every meal, you know?)

But if I'm so full of mystery and depths, why isn't it coming out here?

Anyway, I'm here thinking about all this and that's when the big question came up.

Am I maybe forcing myself to do this because I let my yams force me into making a blog when really it's just not my jam?

Or ...

Do I just not know who I'm writing this for or why?

Guys, I am not somebody in need of a big heap o self discovery.

My life ROCKS.

I love being me!

Maybe that's what I need to write about. Not the "being me" part, but all the reasons my life rocks so hard.

My yams!

Our hobbies!

Rainbows and moonlight and KRA-KOWWWW thunderstorms!

Maybe I've been dope-tastically trying to write about me here so much, I haven't been writing about much of the stuff that actually interests me. Makes me laugh. Makes me happy. Makes me shoot rootbeer out my nose at the worst moment!

Okay. I think maybe I've got a strategy going here.

Check in next time and see if I'm working it right.

SASHA!!!

OOF!

Dang, gang. I super-stepped in it after talking big last post, huh?

I mean, if I'd just written that post two days earlier, I could pretend it was an April Fool's joke.  But no such luck. Not only was it not one week, and not two weeks -- it's been almost four months since I promised my very next post was gonna wow everybody.

It's the let-down of all let-downs! Criminy! Maybe even Crime-in-Knee! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?

So how am I gonna get out of this one. I could blame Claire again -- that girl may be my role model, but she's full of ALL these IDEAS. This time she came up with this email game for us to play where one yam would email another yam about a third yam saying all kinds of great things about them. And yeah, it was fun and all, but it totally shot our blogging streak all to Hellmann's Mayonnaise.

Orrrrr I could blame our boyfriend because he begged us all to play D&D with the new D&D books that came out ... or Akane because she volunteered to be the Dungeon Mistress and immediately started doing a KICK ASS job of it.

Sheesh, though, any of those would suck because honestly, I just kind of forgot.

And now here it is, and I promised it would have ALL THE SASHA THINGS and what it's got is a bunch of excuses and blaming other people and being a total scatterbrain ...

YEEK -- those aren't my thing, are they?

Get it together, Sash. Holy clambolli, there might be people here reading this post right now!

Step up!

Smash it! In fact ...

SASHAMASH IT!

Yes!

You got the plan, let it out of the can!

I WILL!!!

Definitely! In like ... a week.

Or maybe two.

You'll see!

Till then,
Sasha Natasha KaSplashaVaVOOM!

Multi-effing-faceted!

Dang, ka-bang -- I totally just read back over my most recent posts and I'm totally coming off uno-dimensional. Anybody who just started reading recently probably thinks, "This chica kinda has only one thing on her mind, huh?"

Well, I'm here today to tell you, no way!

There's plenty of times I have two things on my mind.

That's a joke!

(Sometimes true though.)

So it looks like it's time for your girl Sasha to power-up and BLOW OFF THE BLOGGING ROOF!

Next post is going to be the most MAXXED-OUT message of mad manuscripting skills you've ever seen!

It's going to have 

ALL THE SASHA THINGS

and by the end of it you're going to be nodding your head in a daze like, "Whoa, dude, there's so much to this girl!"

Just watch!

(Like, a week from now.)

Sashonara, people!

(Maybe two weeks.)

Oh, Yeah!

Cut to the chase! Everybody waiting to find out whether last post's topic brought home the bacon, the answer is ... hell to the yesssss!

Hot! Sizzling! Loud and lush!

We totally knocked it outta the park.

Score!

Also ... daayyyummmm, can that guy kiss!

Okay, okay, topic acquired!

So now that it's all-blogging, all-the-time around here, or at least all-blogging, every-six-days if I'm seriously gonna keep up with everybody else in this Claire-brained scheme of one Worthy girl blogging every day, obvo I've got to come up with a crap-ton of post ideas or else twist Ariel's arm into a pretzel trying to get her to team up with me once a week on our Experiences blog.

Today, it's Post Idea Time! And I've got a great one, because if I play it right ... it's gonna get me some!

Anybody remember my leg injury? Or my other leg injury? Well don't worry, my leg's all better -- but for some reason, everybody's favorite boyfriend around here still gets nervous about it when we're doin' the deed.

Suckage!

(And not the doin'-the-deed kind of suckage, the kind of suckage that actually sucks!)

I haven't gotten pushy about it because, duh, I've got five girlfriends to take up the slack, and all of them know how to yam-bam-thank-you-ma'am like total champs of ka-BAM.

Which means on the one hand I'm getting plenty, while on the other hand I'm not getting any.

So I'm putting it out there here and now, whether it embarrasses him or not ...

You're on notice, boyfriend!

Whenever my turn to blog comes around again, if you haven't put out yet, I'm blogging about it that time too.

No mercy!

You know you want it, I know you want it, and now EVERYBODY's gonna know I want it and I'm not getting it.

Until you fix the sitch, I'm gonna b****! Until you bring the bone, I'm gonna moan!

(Actually, once you bring the bone I'm still a hundred por ciento gonna moan, just in a way you'll appreciate way more -- got it? Great! Then let's get to it!)

Problem solved!

Tune in next week to find out which way it went!

Sasha out!

This Again!

Okay, so, my yams are the ones who had the "awesome" idea of me doing this blog, and I'll admit, it's been pretty fun sometimes, especially since I've stayed totally chill about how often I come here and blast out whatever crazy stuff decides it needs typing.

Only now, my absolute role-model of a yam, Claire, had another "awesome" idea, which is to skimp on her previous idea of blogging every day herself, and instead encourage one of us girlfriends to blog each day. Meaning I'd end up having to blog like, once a week!

(And when I asked if it counted blogging with Aers on our Experiences blog, she said that sounded kinda cheaty to her. Cheaty?!? How can it be cheaty if she's the one who's making up the rules for this and she hasn't actually made a rule about it yet?)

I thought for a couple seconds whether I ought to stage a full-scale Sashabellion against the whole deal ... but you know, Claire's got those sweet glittery-green eyes that can look at you and make you feel like you can do any damn thing in the world. And she's the one saying I'm being cheaty? Seriously, that Claire stare is just plain unfair!

It didn't take much of that for me to knuckle under.

And dangit if this post wasn't pretty easy to write. I guess I'm just screwed here.

Tune in again next week and see if I have smashed my way out of these chains of tyranny!