Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! Welcome to today’s edition of my little girlie magazine. It will be a partly cloudy day in Pittsburgh today with a high in the 50s. I won’t have any fun money until next week. So this week I will do a little spot cleaning of my apartment, go have my photo taken for my new driver’s license, take back my library books, fill out forms that senior citizens have to fill out to take advantage of programs to keep their bills low…You know, do all those things I should do but don’t do when I’m drinking in Little Italy.
But whether I’m drinking in Little Italy or not, I still have a magazine to publish. Which means I’m always haunted by the need for an endless flow of content for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
I woke up this morning in a cold sweat. What the hell am I going to blog about today? Mama mia! Then I thought to myself. Self, you haven’t done a new post on Liz La Point in a while. Why not do another post on her today? Why not indeed?
Spank my bare bottom and call me a nudist. You know you can’t beat that with a stick!
So who is Liz La Point? She’s my twitter buddy. She’s a wife and mother. She’s a photographer and model (she says her nude modelling days are over). And she’s a blogger. Her blog deals with dating, relationship and sex advice. You will find her here: The Naked Advice. Check it out. The blog has videos, too.
And now my friends, Liz La Point. All of the photos of Liz were taken by her husband Terry Osterhout (he’s a professional photographer and filmmaker). If I was younger, handsomer, richer and a better lover I would take Liz away from him in a New York minute.
Don’t forget: The Naked Advice.