Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in efamousgirl's InsaneJournal:

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008
9:38 pm	Playing Paintball in New Jersey? My boyfriend has been begging to take a weekend trip to play paintball in NJ.  We've played a few times around here, but supposedly, the best paintball clubs and fields are located on the farms in central Jersey.  I don't know, I'm pretty happy with what we've found around here, and I have a rather low tolerance for getting shot at.  I'm thinking this will not be our anniversary weekend celebration!   Anyway, I'm willing to indulge him one of these days.  He puts up with a lot for me, after all.  I decided to just break down and ask him -- what's so freaking great about New Jersey paint ball?!  He pulled up some photo galleries of camo-clad guys (and some girls, too) tromping through the woods with their realistic looking weapons, and said, "That."  It was muddy and the ground was covered in branches and weeds -- there weren't any of those inflatable looking barricades, but there was plenty of brush and nature to act as a cover for players.  It looked dirty and messy and real, the way you would expect getting chased through the woods by a sniper to feel. I guess the boyfriend expects our paintball game in central nj to be the real deal.   He's got a point.  Around here, the fields are pretty sterile and very staged looking.  Maybe we can get some ideas to bring home with us, and start our own pb games.    (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
10:27 am	I'm new here! I'm bad at introductions and I don't have any friends here anyway.  I just wanted a new, anonymous, comfy spot from which to share my life with the world.  You can call me efamousgirl, because elsewhere online, I am E-Famous.  This here's my little getaway for when the paparazzi get to be too much, haha.  Elsewhere, I am known for being ultraconservative, so I can't get away with posting about things like drinking and my sexual exploits -- can I?  Sometimes, though, a bottle of grey goose and a giant dildo consume my weekends.  Sometimes, I come home from church on a Sunday morning and barely have time for lunch before I meet my dungeon master for some hardcore BDSM play -- though I suppose being submissive is conservative in it's own way.  Sometimes, I get drunk at a club and make a new friend just so someone can help me find my way home at the end of the night.  There is a huge difference between my values, the way I want to live and the way I want others to live, and the way I actually am.  That's right, I'm a mere mortal. Recently, however, my life has been pretty tame.  I've been with my boyfriend for three months, and we are both looking forward to Valentine's Day this year . . . after several years where neither of us enjoyed the holiday at all.   He went out shopping for my present over the weekend, and I can't stop wondering what it is.  I hope it's not some kind of kinky sex toy, even though I like that stuff I know my family will be hounding me to know what he gave me, and I can't very well tell them it was a dirty present.   Knowing him it will be something tasteful, like a gift certificate for a massage at the local spa or a box of chocolates and flowers.  Even he doesn't know some of my secrets, so I doubt he would bring me anything too wild!  We met at church, you know. I have to go shopping after work tonight for a Valentine for my sweetie.  I am thinking of getting him a new book or a sweater.  I've never bought him clothes before, so it might be fun to try.  On the other hand, he is always reading and I think he would love this book.  Maybe I will find a sweater on sale and then I can afford to get him both! Well, I need to go shower and straighten up my apartment for the day.  Talk to you soon, dear diary! (Comment on this)