Angela St. Lawrence tagged me to tell people ten oddball things about myself in this interesting online meme… this was pretty cool. Took me quite a while to think of 10 things!

1. I am a huge boxing fan and hit a punching bag every day and love violent movies and LOVE violent porn… but I have never actually punched anyone in my life.

2. I have been obsessed with the character “Sami Brady” of Days of Our Lives since 1993 and record every episode and fast forward almost every scene except episodes with her in it. Alison Sweeney rocks! Ironically, my “evil” Isabella Valentine type of personality (especially the Crooked Hypnotist recording) is often inspired by her actions.

3. I shop at witchcraft stores, collect magick candles, read witch books, and all sorts of stuff… however I don’t practice Wicca (not even solitary). Many people who know me in real life find that very hard to believe. Truth is, I don’t believe in anything except the religion of Holy Goddess Isabella.

4. I’m 95% lesbian but sometimes I like watching male gay porn. Go figure. Watching guys fucking each other turns me on!

5. I get aroused just by knowing someone is smarter than me. In fact, during sex, I’ll ask someone to tell me what college they went to - to make me orgasm. (Geeks are hot!)

6. I often fantasize about a police officer (male or female) taking advantage of me while still in uniform. I was a major flirt when I was younger and I practically teased the hell out of one cop until he couldn’t say no to me. Anyway I was way too young but it still turns me on to this day and I would still do it again if the cop is hot enough (handcuffs and all!)…

7. When I was still a virgin (and before I saw my first porno), I didn’t realize that a penis was supposed to keep going in and out of a vagina. I thought it was supposed to go in and… stay in. I didn’t understand the purpose of moving in and out. It boggled my mind.

8. I’ve taken pictures of some of the most gorgeous models in the world (penthouse pets and fetish models) but I can’t masturbate to them after I’ve photographed them cause I feel I respect them too much and it becomes more of a “work” relationship for me more than anything. Oops…. except deidre. Damnit. I lost it with her. jesus christ. I could masturbate to her everyday for the rest of my life.

9. I’ve been clean and sober for 5 months now. No smoking. No drugs. No liquor. Only 1 glass of wine a week (per diet which is ok). Now have lost 51 pounds. Due to this newfound sobriety and giving up drugs and everything… I’ve realized what kind of stupid things I used to say while fucked up. And how ridiculous I must have looked to the people around me. I’m too embarrassed to even give an example to tell you the truth. Enough of my real life friends read this journal and already have enough “God, look at her” stories to last a lifetime. I just needed to get away. Consider Indiana a personal “rehab.” And a sincere apology to all the ass grabbings. Ok, maybe not.

10. Writing this meme made me horny.

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and now I have to tag 10 more people and they have to tag 10 people when they’re done! No one can be retagged.

I’m tagging:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

I am so upset. I have just spent the last 8 hours sitting here in front of the computer trying to salvage my external hard drive. I don’t even know what happened. All my important information is on it. All 14 of my websites are on it. Almost 40GB of information…. gone. All my recordings, scripts, future brainstorms, ideas, photography (OMG all my freaking photography is on it and it’s killing me), all my websites (Jesus christ all my websites!)… everything is on this harddrive. All the passwords to the recordings are on there (omg how am I going to help my customers if they ask me for login information now?) Goddamnit.

Tomorrow I am going to Indianapolis to a data recovery place to see if they can recover this thing. I will pay whatever it takes. Thankfully I didn’t attempt to format it. At least I knew that would be a no-no.

What REALLY sucks is that I had just recorded a brand new recording just this morning called “The Snow Queen” and had just edited the whole damn thing and was just about to release it too. And now it’s gone. Everything is gone. And just yesterday I recorded a custom recording for someone and now it’s gone too.

I don’t care what I have to pay to get this whole hard drive back to working status. I want it backed up and I want it working. I can’t do a damn thing without it.

This was the view from my hotel room at the Hyatt Regency Resort & Spa (at night time) overlooking Waikiki. I absolutely loved my stay there and would recommend that hotel for anyone looking to spend time there in the heart of Honolulu in Oahu! Next time I definitely want to go island hopping!

Here was my spectactular city view. At first I wanted an ocean view, but I much preferred this city view. I’m a city girl, what can I say?

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

I promised I would post pictures as soon as I got back so here goes! She wanted to know what I bought from Christian Dior while on my trip to Hawaii. And since I am *clueless* on what the hell I just bought, maybe she knows LOL. All I know is that I love Dior products. Oh by the way I even have Dior lip gloss, Dior lipstick, and recently bought Dior Hypnotic Poison perfume
Here are pictures of my $3,000 shopping spree… man this stuff adds up! I had NO idea that as soon as I purchased this stuff, everywhere I went, girls started coming up to me and saying, “OMG I love your bag! Can I touch it? Is that a REAL Dior? Like, OMG.” And they start squealing and stuff. It’s so odd. I’m like… uh… and I crinkle my forehead and just let them rub it - I guess maybe they think by rubbing the bag they’ll “rub off some wealth” or something. I don’t know the deal. I mean. Even when I was dirt poor and didn’t have money I didn’t see the big deal when it came to handbags. For the last year I’ve only had one purse. And the year before that, I carried a ten dollar leather pouch from Mexico (and even that I bartered from a Mexican dude at the border!)… hmmmm.

Anyway. I gotta get used to this expensive purse thingy cause I feel really REALLY vain walking around with it. But then again. As soon as I walk up to a retail counter with it, the women (especially the women OMG) automatically seem to perk up a little more and are a little more attentive to me. It’s kind of a shame. I never thought a fucking purse was that big of a deal. I mean, I’ve had money for a while now. I didn’t think I had to LITERALLY carry it on my sleeve for a little attention. The only reason I bought it was cause I wanted something to match my outfit for the wedding ceremony. But WOW when I arrived at the wedding, the WHOLE family treated me SOOOOO good. I mean, the treated me like I was like… God or something. LOL. I know it’s funny but damn. I mean. With the designer sunglasses, the shoes, the purse, my expensive outfit, and I guess the way I must have presented myself… they all assumed I had “made it big” or something and the whole time I was there, they all sucked up to me. It was so odd. A part of me liked the attention, don’t get me wrong (that’s why I still have the purse!) but another part of me felt so superficial and so vain that it made me kind of naseaus. Is this what I have become? Have I become the person I have deep down despised? The person I swore I would never become?

I’ve always prided myself on being giving and compassionate, donating money freely to people who REALLY need it in poor countries and volunteering my time to places who really need it. A part of me justifies my wealth by saying, “I work hard for my money, why not spend a little on myself and indulge in a few expensive luxuries?” However, the other part of me… remembers where I came from… remembers living in the ghetto… remembers living in 13 different houses.. living in a trailer park… working as a maid… as a janitor in a hospital… in a laundry mat…. and I look at my family. I look at other people’s families. I look at families in other countries who can’t even afford housing or to live under a REAL roof or have to live beside the railroad tracks just to make a living. And shit. I’m buying an expensive freaking purse just to match my outfit to try to fit in with the rest of high-society (especially my hoity-toity neighborhood).

This always eats me alive. It always has. Every time I spend money over $1,000 I do this little dance with myself. Give and take. Give and take. For everything I spend on myself, I feel I have to spend a generous amount on some needy person in another country (why another country? I dunno it just feels right). Otherwise I feel like a selfish prick.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxox

I got lei’ed!