I want to apologize for the lack of new content lately as David and I are having some technical difficulties. This does not mean we are not working on new projects or ideas, so please continue to hang tight with us. We appreciate everyone's patience and support. xxxxxxxoooooooo- Morgana Moon

Feb. 2nd 2008

Dear Mr. Groundhog,
Who are you really? In Wisconsin your name is Jimmy, but that’s just your given name by some local who had too many Budweiser’s on a packer Sunday. Couldn’t have been an original name, or even something pertaining to your fascinating life. I apologize for the rudeness and inconsiderate behavior of your human co-workers. 
I must say, that I am eager for spring and whatever you can do to not see your shadow would be fantastic. I do hope you don’t feel violated or pressurized by the ultimate responsibility in your ability to see or not to see the aforementioned shadow. How this tradition started, I do not know, I doubt you do either. Perhaps it would be good for us to do a little investigating into this matter, I would also like to ask you a question. Are you related to the groundhog in New York, are you one and the same? Are you a close-knit family who tours the country fooling civilians along the way?
I believe that tradition is often a set-up for failure, unless it involves cake and then who can really complain. I would not be upset with you if you wanted to remove this holiday from the calendar and social lives of invalid Americans. On that same note, if you were in fact to take yourself and your friends off the register, why don’t you take all the other bogus holidays with you. Like sweetest day… presidents day…um…. Columbus day… really if you would just leave me Halloween we could be square.
Thanks little dude, affectionately yours - Morgana

Feb. 4th 2008

So I was going to stay at home all day today and wait for the AT&T man to come and fix our Internet, but turns out he shows up at 9 am when I am doing some morning exercises and is unable to fix anything and now I am sitting here anyway. There is a shit ton of snow outside and the few errands that I was going to run seem gargantuan. 
I have been requested by David to find the missing piece to our remote control, as my ability to find lost items is more skilled then most anyone else. I really should be a pearl diver or perhaps a deep-sea fisherman; no… maybe I should go mining for crystals or diamonds… hmmm….ever the constant ideas.
At least good eyesight is a gene I can be thankful for.
I have some Gloriosa Lilly bulbs that I am starting and I keep looking at the damp dirt daily in hopes of seeing a little green growth, I am about a week early in my eagerness but I am just so ready for the green to be happening outside that inside all I can do is anally care for my plants.
I’m am sooo excited for tomorrow, Manson is at the Aragon and we’re gonna go see him!!! Yay! I hope he plays a good set of older songs, like ‘cake and sodomy’, or ‘I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me’, yea, I’m stoked!
Anyway, my coffee is cold, and I think it is time for a bowl of cereal and soymilk.

She is a beautiful mistake spreading her buttermilk tendrils to taste the world. Dancing to the beat of pulsating hearts, connected piece by piece, however broken and lost- finally at home in love…. Speaking in crimson, sleeping naked truth amidst ivory lies that litter a haven of comfort. Serendipity blossoming, flourishing and then dropping, like petals that can no longer believe in themselves. This is life; this is love, this is where we belong.

Just a little blah blah that I just found in an old notebook- not worthy of the erotica section, so I pass it along to my blog attendees.

Feb. 7th 2008

So we went to the Manson show on Tuesday, it was so fucking awesome. There is no other feeling like that of being amidst a crowd all jumping, swaying, and screaming together. It wasn’t quite a mosh pit, but mostly that was due to the massive crowd, a pit would have been hard to even start. But there was certainly shoving, jumping and rocking out.  I was so close to the stage, I would smell the sweat of Manson and all those around me, actually I could FEEL the sweat of all those around me. Twiggy re-joined this tour and due to that they played mostly old songs, which was fantastic.  They did not play, 'Cake and Sodomy," or "I don't like the drugs," but still, eachsong made every cell in my body feel like they had taken a hit of ecstacy. It’s like a melodic orgy of chaos, where everyone next to you is your best friend and the bass just pumps through you like blood. I just love it, I thrive on it.

On a completely different note- or not, David and I decided to stay home today and fulfill our hedonistic desires. Watched the movie Alpha Dog with Justin Timberlake, in case you didn’t know: he’s bringing sexy back.

So given that it's the beginning of the month and the sheet is low- here are some pictures to give it some color!

Here is a picture of me getting ready for a photoshoot, at least my nipples look ready!- the after pictures are next!

Talk about bringing sexy back..... :)

Move bitch get outta the way!

ok, now for something completely different, here is an image of a quiche that I made the other night that turned out so fucking perfect I can't help but share!!!

Also note that all the ingrediants to make this bit of heaven were either organic or local!!!

Feb. 11th, 2008

I forgot my little brothers birthday this past weekend. Damn it do I feel like an awful big sister or what? So I spent the afternoon traipsing around in the cold trying to find him something cool.  It really doesn’t matter the holiday, but I can always find something awesome in Boys-Town. It’s just a big happy (gay…) place.
Speaking of traipsing in the cold, some girlfriends and me went out for Dim Sum in china town yesterday, that was actually a lot of fun. Packed a thermos for the train ride and bundled up in so many layers that if we were to have fallen over, it would have been impossible to get up. But it was good, forced all of us to leave the boys at home and meander to the Southside for indescribable food.
It’s Valentines Day this week… Pretty bogus. Can’t we love each other all the time, now we need directions on when to express feeling? Lame.
Lame lame lame.
I am freezing; I think I need to put on some socks or something. All the sweat that had built up is now creating this thin layer of ice on my body. aigh’t ya’ll…..
PEACE!!!!

Feb. 15th, 2008

Today was the first day at work this week that wasn’t completely nuts. {For those of you who don’t remember, I work at a flower shop during the day. And I love it, and I regret the fact that if my adult career takes off I will no longer be able to pursue my floral design day job.}  This whole holiday -valentines day that is- disgusts me. This programmed falsity of what people actually want or love because it reads so on a hallmark card, and therefore decides our actions. Its bullshit.  I hate that people have the ability to make me feel like a bad person because of how they see the service industry. Let me make a statement here bitches, the customer, by the way, is never right. In fact, they are always and most definitely wrong and despised by the service-ees.  As someone who has worked in a commercial kitchen, and also as a waitress, I know that once again, the recipient of the order so placed, is at the mercy of those preparing it. It is the cook who can spit on the burger, wipe his/her ass with the bun, it is the waitress who can pick her nose and then wipe the rim of your glass… it is the florist who can double charge you for being an asshole, who can pick the worst flowers for your arrangement just because you chose to talk on your cell phone during the transaction. It is a despicable thing to be rude or to treat someone you depend on for service in an inferior way.
So yes, that is my shout-out to all those who put up with the jerk face who demands that he be put on some pedestal because he has the money. Money may buy property but it does not buy respect.

On a different note, here are some photos of me in my window...... enjoy.....

Feb. 18th, 2008

Monday morning, eating some squash for breakfast. Sounds odd, I realize but it’s such a flavorful healthy vegetable, quite satisfying. I meant to blog yesterday but it was an extremely lazy Sunday where the only reason I got off the couch was to piss or make a sandwich. I stayed out all night on Saturday, and it seemed that ice-cold water and a warm couch were all I could handle. David worked all day typing up this memorandum and I napped and read the first volume in the diaries by Anais Nin. I adore her; she is most fascinating and beautiful. I fall into her world, a world with colorful tapestries made up of metaphors and lifelike descriptions. Sometimes I like to think of myself as a cross between her and Betty Page, perhaps a little bit of Betty Ford too.
I didn’t even get off the couch to fuck yesterday, but let me just say, I got off on the couch. It was a day of multiple orgasms and high-energy thrusts. I guess my incapability of motion elsewhere escaped through my thighs and we fucked and fucked, moving the couch around the living room as if it were on wheels. Scratching up the hardwood and scaring the cat.

Feb. 24th, 2008

Ah- another fantastic Sunday… if only everyday could be Sunday; a lazy, drunk, and always 85 degrees Sunday. It's not 85 degrees outside, but it always is in my head.

I am digging through old cd’s listening to music that brings back some incredible memories. Who would have thought that old top 40 songs could revive such emotion? David’s out a photo shoot, and so I am transplanting philodendron cuttings, ordering shoes online, doing laundry, petting my pussy and eagerly awaiting his return so that we can go get some food. My treat this time!

Feb. 25th, 2008

I am listening to ‘This American Life,’ on a podcast… the theme is love… sweet, beautiful and utterly painful love.  For those of you reading who are unfamiliar with this show, it is on NPR (actually out of Chicago) and a fantastic broadcast. I’m not really into public radio, more often than not I find it boring, but this show- it is constantly a heartbreaking tour into the beauty of the world.

I need to go get my nails done, but the woman who does it regularly is on vacation for two months, so now I have to wander the streets in the light snow and afternoon breeze. Looking for someone to pamper me…

This episode of ‘This American Life,’ which I’m diggin’ now is about testosterone and the effects it has on different people. Mmmm…. Testosterone, fantastic and dangerous as all hell. What would life, love, sex or the human body be without this hormone… we would become lifeless, limp and unresponsive.
 Interesting that most of our enjoyment thrives from events and materials that can cause harm. From day one we head out on this destructive path, unable to stop until the heart gives out, until it screams one final celebratory cry and then ceases.  We live on the thrill, and partake in these life-threatening substances constantly. Effortlessly the choices seem already made; it appears we’re born already on the guest list and with the VIP room of morbidity holding a seat for us. I can’t complain for I live, I pulsate with desire, for the excitement, but dear diary, dear dear diary, how I wish I could stop.

The snow is falling in heavy wet flakes, there is an emo song melodically bringing me to my current state of mind. Wherever that is, whatever that even means, I watch as little pieces of myself drift onto the already icy ground.