<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837</id><updated>2011-08-29T22:43:50.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easykimmie, a Girl in Transition</title><subtitle type='html'>Some reflection, a little opinion, some confession perhaps a bit of memoir.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109664054358080435</id><published>2004-10-01T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:50:24.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the final post for Easykimme, A Girl in Transition. I will continue to keep a journal whose title is Mercurial Girl. The first post there should be later today or tomorrow.Why discontinue Easykimmie? One reason is that it is time to retire the persona. In high school I was tagged with that nickname. When I got to college I took it as a screen name using what once was meant to denigrate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109664054358080435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109664054358080435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109664054358080435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109664054358080435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-final-post-for-easykimme-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109656851053032530</id><published>2004-09-30T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:21:50.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new message in my inbox from Grace and without a subject; "what's this" the text read.  I scrolled down to the attachment.  It was from last week a picture of Jacques and me; a watermark across the middle with text below.  Our names and a description of my dress, Zac Posen in blue organza said the note.  It bothered me a bit when it was taken but it wasn't in the papers here.  I never thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109656851053032530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109656851053032530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109656851053032530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109656851053032530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-message-in-my-inbox-from-grace-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109656004453229088</id><published>2004-09-30T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:00:44.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a project meeting for the US client this morning and after I stayed and lunched with them. Lunchtime conversation drifted to the auto show. I've been planning on going in order to see Elyse working and maybe makes faces at her as she gives her spiel, but also because I'd like to get a car and I'm curious as to what's available.My plan had been to shanghai Anne Marie or another friend to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109656004453229088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109656004453229088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109656004453229088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109656004453229088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-had-project-meeting-for-us-client.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109655010919527162</id><published>2004-09-30T15:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:17:40.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My uncle Jack, Dad's eldest brother, is in town and last evening I was invited to dinner. Not a little family get together but a formal dinner for sixteen with caterers and wait staff and a carefully balanced guest list where I filled out the young, single, female portion of the matrix. There were five grad students in the group, two of which were Americans. One an overbearing twit who confuses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109655010919527162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109655010919527162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109655010919527162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109655010919527162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-uncle-jack-dads-eldest-brother-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109630794851705622</id><published>2004-09-27T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:59:08.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met with Camille this morning and she was satisfied with the proposal so we sent it off to be copied and bound. Maybe getting it in early will be to our benefit. Camille feels we can get the business. I wish I felt like I could ask Jacques to put in a good word but that would traverse too many boundaries. Lately I've been imagining that rather than just presenting myself as a freelancer that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109630794851705622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109630794851705622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109630794851705622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109630794851705622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-met-with-camille-this-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109624467135747821</id><published>2004-09-27T02:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:24:31.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like I have two regular visitors in my life, insomnia and my period. One active and the other imminent, if my eating habits today were an indication. My psychiatrist explained that insomnia is often an indication of depression but also when someone is too emotionally high. Not to mention that occasionally people can't sleep because they're preoccupied with things in their life. Shit, do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109624467135747821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109624467135747821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109624467135747821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109624467135747821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-seems-like-i-have-two-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109606107993609990</id><published>2004-09-24T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:24:39.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belle's retirement rekindled the, is Sarah Champion Belle and is Sarah a whore chattering. Some of this comes, I guess, from disbelief that an articulate woman (or man) could choose to be a prostitute and perhaps skepticism that anyone would pay large amounts of money for companionship, let alone sex. Now it seems that the doubters are turning their attention to Olympia, who has lately received</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109606107993609990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109606107993609990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109606107993609990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109606107993609990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/belles-retirement-rekindled-is-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109570201802530723</id><published>2004-09-20T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:55:13.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Loose Ends Etc.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   Peter and Erika update.  They split.  Erika will keep the apartment.  Peter has found a place a couple of blocks away so he can share in the care of little Peter.  Till his apartment is ready he’s staying with friends.  Anne Marie has heard from both and I guess the end was pretty ugly.  I hope for the sake of the baby they can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109570201802530723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109570201802530723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109570201802530723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109570201802530723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/loose-ends-etc.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109569880241046941</id><published>2004-09-20T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:07:51.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After I had been seeing Dimitri for a couple of weeks this spring, I asked him over for dinner. We were at the point in our relationship where it appeared that it could continue for a time and were beginning to reveal some of the more personal information. He knew some of the significant things in my life, about my mother and my hospitalization, but we hadn't spoken of sexuality.Before he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109569880241046941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109569880241046941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109569880241046941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109569880241046941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/after-i-had-been-seeing-dimitri-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109560742814154004</id><published>2004-09-19T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T17:23:48.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to drag myself out of my funk today and do something. It's a lovely late summer day with just a hint of fall.  I met Carole and Anne Marie for brunch then walked to UCAD to tour the Musée des Arts Décoratifs.  All but the Middle Ages and Renaissance galleries are closed for renovation. Even now there are too many displays to see in a single afternoon so we spent most of our time viewing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109560742814154004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109560742814154004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109560742814154004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109560742814154004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/decided-to-drag-myself-out-of-my-funk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109556755476196605</id><published>2004-09-19T06:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T06:19:14.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olympia opened a can of worms in inviting corrections on her grammar.  It is not that proper grammar isn't desirable, it's just that punctuation perfectionist can be so tiresome.  I expect to be flamed for that.Elyse returned Friday, exhausted but pleased with her trip.  She met with a couple of HR managers in publishing and fashion.  They had nice things to say about her experience and how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109556755476196605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109556755476196605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109556755476196605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109556755476196605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/olympia-opened-can-of-worms-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109526625596057341</id><published>2004-09-15T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:39:24.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home and there were flowers from Anne Marie waiting with the concierge, she's a sweetie. After calling Dad to let him know I'm back I took a nap. This afternoon I made appointments for tomorrow with Camille, who I am partnering with on the hotel proposal, and Leon, who's responsible for the American account to discuss the current status and get my assignments. I left a message for Dimitri to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109526625596057341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109526625596057341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109526625596057341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109526625596057341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-home-and-there-were-flowers-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109517947955730208</id><published>2004-09-14T18:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:31:19.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An article in this mornings paper told of an effort in Berkley to force the police to de-emphasize prostitution related law enforcement. I don't know enough about the specifics surrounding this initiative to comment, except to give general support to decriminalization. Though I did find the quotes from the 'experts' to be interesting. It seems not much has changed since I did a survey of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109517947955730208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109517947955730208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109517947955730208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109517947955730208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/article-in-this-mornings-paper-told-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109508160135328502</id><published>2004-09-13T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:20:01.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C is letting me use her truck to run some errands.  I'm going to meet with the owner of the agency where I did my internship.  I understand it has had quite an upheaval; it will be interesting to see what she has to say.  Then later I'm meeting with the marketing director for the company whose European product launch I've been working on.  It will be interesting to meet these folks in person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109508160135328502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109508160135328502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109508160135328502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109508160135328502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/c-is-letting-me-use-her-truck-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109508083344803795</id><published>2004-09-13T15:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:07:13.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny how little a places routine changes.  I went back to the neighborhood that I spent three years living while in college.  It's rhythms were the same as I remember them.  I stopped at my old apartment building and Leland was still there as he's been for seventeen years.  Once I asked him why he hadn't retired and he told me he needed the money to but his grandson through college, a first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109508083344803795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109508083344803795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109508083344803795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109508083344803795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-funny-how-little-places-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109500238020105869</id><published>2004-09-12T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:19:40.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spotted Christine waiting beyond the security checkpoint.  She hadn't seen me yet.  She looked different; it was her hair, she had let it darken to its natural sandy blond.  She wore a long colorfully patterned skirt with a v-neck jersey and a jean jacket.  Damn she looked cute. She smiled when she saw me her smile turning to a smirk, as I got closer.  We hugged, then kissed and kissed some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109500238020105869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109500238020105869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109500238020105869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109500238020105869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-spotted-christine-waiting-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109481840190288387</id><published>2004-09-10T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T14:13:21.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gavin isn't particularly athletic but he loves tennis and really understands the game.  Our first date was the French Open tennis tournament.  He delighted in explaining the game and the strengths of different players.  I have seen him monthly since then.     Physically Gavin is short and a bit round, though not fat, pudgy might be a good word.  He has a sphere-shaped face that reddens easily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109481840190288387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109481840190288387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109481840190288387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109481840190288387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/gavin-isnt-particularly-athletic-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109468385421878051</id><published>2004-09-09T01:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:50:54.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Productive day.  Nice meeting with the ad agency folks, they offered me a job.   The security sounds nice but I've gotten to like the flexibility I have now.  Countered with the thought they could keep me on a retainer for X hours a month. Fun shopping but didn't find any OH MY GOD I HAVE TO HAVE THAT items.  Best street fashion.  Somewhere in SOHO, twentyish, curvey downtown girl where a red </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109468385421878051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109468385421878051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109468385421878051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109468385421878051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/productive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109458402302729628</id><published>2004-09-07T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:07:03.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ready to return to Paris, I've been gone too much.  But I have another week in the States.Since Grace is so wrapped up in Fashion Week, I've decided just to stay with my friend Karen who lives in Brooklyn. This evening I'll have dinner with Grace and her husband. I expect she'll have tickets for a couple of the shows and probably invites to a party of two. Tomorrow morning I'm to meet with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109458402302729628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109458402302729628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109458402302729628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109458402302729628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-ready-to-return-to-paris-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109450628713561710</id><published>2004-09-06T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:31:27.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leah and I took a lot of sisters' time today.  Choosing to separate from the group and talk.  She told me about David, her job, what she likes and doesn't like about the law firm she's at.  We talked about Paris and my life.  She had a lot of questions about Dad and how he's doing and what Juliette is like.  I gave her the low down and thenI told her about the pugs and their expecting to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109450628713561710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109450628713561710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109450628713561710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109450628713561710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/leah-and-i-took-lot-of-sisters-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109443846708918900</id><published>2004-09-06T04:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T04:41:07.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's lipstick lesbian nirvana," Amy said as we stood on the deck looking across at guests in the garden.  "Yeah" was all I could reply.  There were about 150 guests, two-thirds must have been women in their twenties.  The wedding was pretty traditional, Angie, our friend, and her partner both chose contemporary style wedding dresses and had the usual retinue of brides maids and escorts. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109443846708918900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109443846708918900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109443846708918900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109443846708918900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-lipstick-lesbian-nirvana-amy-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109430941093557531</id><published>2004-09-04T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:51:15.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alsatian cuisine is more Germanic than French but it was good and the company was wonderful. David seems very nice. Lanky and kind of loose jointed he's one of those people who seems to mold into whatever piece of furniture they are sitting on. Leah is still in the infatuation stage of her relationship. I even caught her being girly around him, which is something she always chastises Grace and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109430941093557531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109430941093557531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109430941093557531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109430941093557531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/alsatian-cuisine-is-more-germanic-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109424482813524380</id><published>2004-09-03T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:53:48.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A reader sent along the text of an opinion piece form the Economist on criticizing recent attempts to stiffen laws against prostitution.  The writer's argument is simply that what goes on privately between two adults is no one else's business.  And that the actual problems that many well-meaning people of both the left and right are trying to eliminate are actually exacerbated by the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109424482813524380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109424482813524380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109424482813524380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109424482813524380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/reader-sent-along-text-of-opinion.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109424407756134972</id><published>2004-09-03T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:41:17.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving Morton's Max told me he couldn't spend the night.  His wife had not gone up to their weekend house as he expected. Unlike most men, Max isn't big on blowjobs; he likes good old-fashioned intercourse, preferably female superior.  A decent erection and reasonable stamina meant we both had a good time.  But by eleven he was out the door.Not having to entertain Max in the morning allowed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109424407756134972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109424407756134972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109424407756134972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109424407756134972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/leaving-mortons-max-told-me-he-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109415687532620578</id><published>2004-09-02T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:32:28.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suggested ReadingNothing like waiting for something to happen to allow time for blogging. Over the last few days I've been reading the blogs of several very literate, interesting whores. Three that I can definitely recommend are Eva/Ave, The Clandestine Call Girl and Waking Vixen. All are based in NYC.On getting fucked a different way, Chloe answered my question who is Jessica Cutler by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109415687532620578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109415687532620578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415687532620578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415687532620578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/suggested-reading-nothing-like-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109415533492755892</id><published>2004-09-02T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:02:14.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Max called, he suggested Morton's for dinner at six-thirty. Why do men want to eat at these steak houses?  The foods good, but its so heavy.  My eyes are always bigger than my stomach and before I know it I'm feeling bloated and they need to wheel me out to the car.  I need to be good tonight.The conversation went kind of funny.  While talking about the dinner plans he went on in a big voice,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109415533492755892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109415533492755892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415533492755892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415533492755892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/max-called-he-suggested-mortons-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109415357480491715</id><published>2004-09-02T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:32:54.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at my hotel, a very sleek contemporary remodel of an older building.  The kind of place where the staff is hired for their looks rather than the service skills.  I swear my bellman stopped at each mirror to look at himself.  Max, my client, has yet to call back about what we're doing tonight.  I'll admit that I was kind of nervous about how being at my brother's would go.  But it could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109415357480491715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109415357480491715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415357480491715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109415357480491715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-at-my-hotel-very-sleek-contemporary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109407412476517367</id><published>2004-09-01T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:28:44.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not use to all the activity that come with four children so I'm hiding in my room for some peace and quiet before dinner.This morning I accompanied the twins to school to see their classroom, and meet their teacher and friends.  They showed me around and showed off the projects they were working on. Catherine's Wednesday routine involves meeting a few of her friends and their kids at a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109407412476517367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109407412476517367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109407412476517367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109407412476517367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-not-use-to-all-activity-that-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109400757271754932</id><published>2004-09-01T04:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T04:59:32.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catherine didn't recognize me as I approached at our meeting place at Dulles.  To her I've always been a sixteen-year-old goth gurl screaming obscenities at my mother and brother as I charged from the house over a real or imagined slight.  The young woman in slacks, a black sleeveless blouse and a pearl collar couldn't be her sister-in-law Kim."Hello Catherine," I said.  Then she recognized me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109400757271754932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109400757271754932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109400757271754932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109400757271754932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/09/catherine-didnt-recognize-me-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109389480213088678</id><published>2004-08-30T21:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:40:02.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prostitution isn't something I decided to pursue on the spur of the moment when I needed money.  I had thought of doing it for a while and had even researched the subject a few years ago. During the winter I saw a curiously worded adv; something like seeking, a young woman of poise and refinement a petite girl who finds pleasure in companionship... There was some fluff around it but that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109389480213088678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109389480213088678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109389480213088678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109389480213088678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/prostitution-isnt-something-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109388490739805491</id><published>2004-08-30T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:55:07.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its sad to note that a fellow blogger has fallen by the wayside.  Diablo Cody has shut down the Pussy Ranch in order to pursue her writing career.  And sadly Jay at Working Girls has been discovered by his wife and family. Subjecting all to much humiliation, pain and embarrassment.  I wish all the best in putting their lives together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109388490739805491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109388490739805491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109388490739805491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109388490739805491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-sad-to-note-that-fellow-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109383806150086432</id><published>2004-08-30T05:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T05:54:21.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The one advantage suffering from periodic bouts of insomnia has, is my day can start earlier. And since I arrived home to have my marketing mailbox full of things needing immediate attention I have an extra couple of hours to address them. Most interestingly two inquiries soliciting my interest in providing proposals for the development of marketing plans. One is for a restaurant here in Paris, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109383806150086432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109383806150086432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109383806150086432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109383806150086432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-advantage-suffering-from-periodic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109380729636697921</id><published>2004-08-29T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:21:36.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday morning we bid Peter and Erika adieu.  I wanted to slip little Peter in to my luggage, as he is such a sweetie.  We stayed at a small hotel near the Vesterbro, a hip, and edgy neighborhood near downtown.  We were too early to get our room but the concierge took our bags and told us they would be placed in the room when it became available.  With that we headed off to tour the galleries; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109380729636697921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109380729636697921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109380729636697921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109380729636697921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-morning-we-bid-peter-and-erika.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109366812927719301</id><published>2004-08-28T06:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:42:22.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insomnia has gotten me again.  Clothes can make me smile even when things are difficult.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109366812927719301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109366812927719301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366812927719301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366812927719301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/insomnia-has-gotten-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109366726307202830</id><published>2004-08-28T06:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:37:48.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've not paid much attention to Carolina Herrera before but these are very nice day wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109366726307202830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109366726307202830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366726307202830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366726307202830'/><link rel='alternate' 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366735290688620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366735290688620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/herrera-again-not-bad-for-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109366741292968641</id><published>2004-08-28T06:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:39:28.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prada, ah my heart pitter patters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109366741292968641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109366741292968641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366741292968641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366741292968641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/prada-ah-my-heart-pitter-patters.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109366751276585034</id><published>2004-08-28T06:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:31:52.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again Prada. Simple but elegant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109366751276585034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109366751276585034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366751276585034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109366751276585034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/again-prada.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109361369706536687</id><published>2004-08-26T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T15:34:57.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YEA!! US Women Footballers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109361369706536687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109361369706536687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109361369706536687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109361369706536687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/yea-us-women-footballers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109353409407183881</id><published>2004-08-26T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:28:14.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anne Marie had an ulterior motive for this trip; try to salvage Peter and Erika's relationship. It's likely too late. The tension is pretty thick. The conversation between the two is very business like. It's easy to see Peter has bottled his feelings up; he seems like Vesuvius about to explode.During our dinner conversation of course led to the question; what do you do? And by coincidence both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109353409407183881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109353409407183881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109353409407183881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109353409407183881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/anne-marie-had-ulterior-motive-for_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109345072167043204</id><published>2004-08-25T18:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:49:09.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The flight from Paris was uneventful. Anne Marie gave me some background on the couple we were visiting. She introduced Peter and Erika three years ago at a theater workshop. Peter, she had known as a child, their parents being friends, and Erika she had met at another workshop the previous year.I read recently that Danes are, on average, the tallest people in the world. I believe it as I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109345072167043204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109345072167043204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109345072167043204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109345072167043204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/flight-from-paris-was-uneventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109336807792031814</id><published>2004-08-24T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:21:17.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was very disjointed.  I keep thinking I have overlooked something.Gandhi called yesterday looking for a time to meet. With my travel plans this afternoon was the only time that worked for both of us. We used Marie's apartment, he really likes the mirrored bedroom, probably as much as I dislike it. Whether he realizes it or not I'm pretty sure that the reason he sees me is fantasy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109336807792031814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109336807792031814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109336807792031814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109336807792031814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-very-disjointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109327845055007553</id><published>2004-08-23T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:27:30.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An absolutely gorgeous day here today, it's a shame to have even spent a minute inside.A long email came today from Katie, my college roommate and good friend.  We roomed together for nearly two years until she could no longer contain her personal demons and left for San Francisco.  There her life fell apart and she is in the process of putting it back together.Last year she returned to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109327845055007553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109327845055007553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109327845055007553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109327845055007553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/absolutely-gorgeous-day-here-today-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109319401238007412</id><published>2004-08-22T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:00:12.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the apartment to myself last night.  Elyse was with Stephen, Dimitri's friend.  Since they met they've dated regularly if not frequently.  She tells me he's nice and the sex is good, but it doesn't really work for her.    Having been away so much I decided to stay home with the dogs and watch a couple of movies, 'A Man and a Woman', and 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' (for the hundredth time).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109319401238007412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109319401238007412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109319401238007412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109319401238007412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-apartment-to-myself-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109306400792354362</id><published>2004-08-21T07:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T06:53:27.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that pugs snore like sailors sleeping off a drunk?    I should have known something was up when Elyse shooed them from her room and shut the door completely.  Something she never does unless one of us has company.  Not being welcome with her, they came to my room and deposited their pudgy bodies on the bed.  I needed to chase them off three times before they figured out they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109306400792354362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109306400792354362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109306400792354362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109306400792354362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/did-you-know-that-pugs-snore-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109302233326376828</id><published>2004-08-20T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T06:54:25.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've created a new catagory on my sidebar Journeys &amp; Travelers. On it I plan to provide links to places I would like to visit and note people who have embarked on interesting journey's.Benka Pulko is a Slovenian who circled the globe via motorcycle across seven continents. I first learned of Benka when she was crossing the US and thereafter followed the reports of her journey.If anyone has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109302233326376828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109302233326376828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109302233326376828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109302233326376828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-created-new-catagory-on-my-sidebar.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109302027981030752</id><published>2004-08-20T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:44:39.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My date last evening was the first time a client had performance failure.  Others have incurred slow recovery or even slow ramp up but poor Lucien had nothing.  He was embarrassed and what does one say?  Then he recalled he forgot to take his Viagra and promptly did so.  After an hour or so of trading massages there were signs of life.  I felt bad for him; I hope I handled it sensitively.In the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109302027981030752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109302027981030752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109302027981030752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109302027981030752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-date-last-evening-was-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109292243906693819</id><published>2004-08-19T15:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:33:59.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dad dropped off, Abelard and Heloise, their pugs, this morning, and yes Abe has been castrated.  Normally Dad and Juliette take the dogs wherever they go but their host for the weekend is allergic to dogs.Marie also called (I thought she was on vacation), could I meet a gentleman this evening?  I asked a couple of questions as I was enjoying my break, who, for how long, had I seen him before, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109292243906693819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109292243906693819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109292243906693819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109292243906693819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/dad-dropped-off-abelard-and-heloise.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109284968404834752</id><published>2004-08-18T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:35:24.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought I'd try the photo editor with a few outfits I like this fall. This is from Kokosalaki, a great girl about town look. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109284968404834752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109284968404834752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284968404834752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284968404834752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/thought-id-try-photo-editor-with-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109285044502903984</id><published>2004-08-18T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:34:05.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A different way to be sexy from Missonis and much easier to sit comfortably in. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109285044502903984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109285044502903984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285044502903984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285044502903984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/different-way-to-be-sexy-from-missonis.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109285038211102942</id><published>2004-08-18T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:33:02.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elyse and I love this look from Ralph Lauren, though I'm not tall enough to pull it off.  E suggests a scarf rather than the fur. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109285038211102942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109285038211102942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285038211102942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285038211102942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/elyse-and-i-love-this-look-from-ralph.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109285002428506954</id><published>2004-08-18T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:27:04.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This outfit and the next are from Marc Jacobs. His clothing is about being attractive rather than sexy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109285002428506954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109285002428506954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285002428506954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109285002428506954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-outfit-and-next-are-from-marc.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109284989538819243</id><published>2004-08-18T19:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:24:55.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is easy to wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109284989538819243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109284989538819243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284989538819243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284989538819243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-easy-to-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109284503070669719</id><published>2004-08-18T17:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T18:03:50.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olympia's post of last night has me wishing for such a creative client. And a never unappreciated reminder of the joys of  toys, in particular plugs and beads.It felt great to get out and run early this morning.  As we do frequently, Elyse and I ran together most of the way and then raced the last 400 meters.  For about half that distance, I can keep up with her, if not lead, but in the end her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109284503070669719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109284503070669719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284503070669719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109284503070669719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/olympias-post-of-last-night-has-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109275579995836936</id><published>2004-08-17T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:16:39.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on the plane to Athens and forgot to post it.Jay asked what it was like an American living in Paris. The short answer is expensive, but I'll come back to that. Often the questioner wants to know if the French hate Americans. The answer is no. They are not particularly fond of George W. Bush, but the rest of us they are kind of like, though they won't admit it unless in an altered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109275579995836936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109275579995836936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109275579995836936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109275579995836936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-wrote-this-on-plane-to-athens-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109275534525976231</id><published>2004-08-17T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:09:05.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home.  Late yesterday afternoon Jacques came back to the room visibly up set.  I'm returning to Paris this evening.  When you check your email you should find your itinerary , he said. And with that he dismissed me. I took my exile on the patio off the bedroom where I could see him making calls and working at his computer. I checked my email and found my reservations for a 10:30 flight. After</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109275534525976231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109275534525976231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109275534525976231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109275534525976231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109265701177744865</id><published>2004-08-16T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:50:11.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The escort needs an escort. This is a business trip for Jacques. Most of his time is spent meeting with customers, usually other CEO's or minister of government agencies. The cast of customers changes every couple of day. The evening they arrive features a dinner and reception. J gives the same speech, then a couple of other company exec's give the same speeches they gave a couple of nights </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109265701177744865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109265701177744865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109265701177744865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109265701177744865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/escort-needs-escort.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109240417911505375</id><published>2004-08-13T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:36:19.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I have my schedule for the day and most importantly it allowed time for a nap.  I feel much better thank you.  Now I'm wondering if I have time for a massage???Kim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109240417911505375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109240417911505375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109240417911505375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109240417911505375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-i-have-my-schedule-for-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109237187926759522</id><published>2004-08-13T06:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T06:37:59.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The flight was fine everything went smoothly. Lots of activity, people are excited. Security is everywhere, but it has the effect of making you feel less secure.A reception and dinner was held last night. We got back to the room about two AM and before six he was perched over me petting the kitty. A pleasant way to be awakened. Now I'm wide awake and he's off. Not sure what's on the agenda for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109237187926759522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109237187926759522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109237187926759522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109237187926759522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/flight-was-fine-everything-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109231258277892057</id><published>2004-08-12T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:09:42.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm glad I had a date Wednesday, it gave me something to focus on. Gintaras' plane arrived on time. As I waited I wondered if I'd recognize him. Then, there he was dragging a large bag with a second over his shoulder and a brief in his hand. I greeted him with a hug and a kiss. G is mid 30's with boyish good looks and short around 165 cm. He wears his dark hair in a military style, close cropped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109231258277892057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109231258277892057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109231258277892057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109231258277892057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-glad-i-had-date-wednesday-it-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109215503800322191</id><published>2004-08-10T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:23:58.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mother committed suicide a year ago today.  The phone call from my brother with the news, replays in my head like a tape recording.  I remember his exact words and phrasing till I stopped listening and began crying.I had gone back to my hometown for a get together with childhood and high school friends.  It was only the second time that I'd been back since graduating from high school.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109215503800322191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109215503800322191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109215503800322191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109215503800322191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-mother-committed-suicide-year-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109194023835217364</id><published>2004-08-09T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:34:20.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Be a Small Town Slut, sounds about right to me.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.rocketpack.org/articles/raymi_small-town-slut.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109194023835217364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109194023835217364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109194023835217364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109194023835217364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-be-small-town-slut-sounds-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109206537755971351</id><published>2004-08-09T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:29:37.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four calls this afternoon from this pushy assistant at the NY agency. Finally had a conversation with the marketing manager for the client to find out what she really needed. Well I think we've got a plan and since it's past five I'm turning the ringer off on the phone.Meeting Anne Marie later for dinner.Kim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109206537755971351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109206537755971351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109206537755971351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109206537755971351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/four-calls-this-afternoon-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109205711888025692</id><published>2004-08-09T14:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:11:58.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the gym this AM. The workout felt good. Later browsed the used book bins and found some books to read. I'll report on anything interesting.Thank you Jay for the nice words and you and Olympia for the new readers. I'm settled in by a wireless hotspot near the Seine returning emails and IM'ing w/friends. I has been a nice day for people watching.What time is it in NYC? 8? 9? I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109205711888025692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109205711888025692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109205711888025692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109205711888025692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/went-to-gym-this-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109197961984747145</id><published>2004-08-08T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T17:44:58.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home again and it is eerily quiet as Elyse is off being a party mannequin.  I wish she were here I'd like her company.The party went well and a good time seemed to be had by all. I was looking forward to a quiet morning at Jacques, but it was not to be as by 8 the workman had arrived to collect the tables, tents etc. Jacques had anticipated that and planned to leave early. We shared a private </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109197961984747145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109197961984747145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109197961984747145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109197961984747145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/home-again-and-it-is-eerily-quiet-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109188566704017021</id><published>2004-08-07T15:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:34:27.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About the time I finished my last post I crashed emotionally. The anger and resentment I felt could no longer displace the sadness. But friends to the rescue. Anne Marie and Carole took me out and allowed me to whine and complain about my shitty love life then cheered me up. Thank god for girl friends.Its Saturday afternoon and I am holed up in the bedroom, the house has been taken over by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109188566704017021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109188566704017021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109188566704017021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109188566704017021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/about-time-i-finished-my-last-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109172952354959221</id><published>2004-08-05T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T20:12:03.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I received an email from someone, a guy I assume, who questioned why I didn't elaborate more about escorting and sex in general. Also it seems that he was implying that the a lot of what I write is a waste.Well, it all is likely all a waste. But the purpose of this blog is for me to write about what strikes me at the moment. Prostitution is what I'm doing for enjoyment and money, but it doesn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109172952354959221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109172952354959221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109172952354959221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109172952354959221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-received-email-from-someone-guy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109172848472537616</id><published>2004-08-05T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:56:16.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well back to life and making ends meet.I took my dress to the cleaners fearing that it was ruined. After receiving a lecture on caring for my clothes and how something as beautiful as Zac shouldn't be treated in such a manner (hey how about me??), I was informed that it will be returned to me as good as new. Whew.Marie called. Seems a regular, who we will refer to as Jacques, inquired as to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109172848472537616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109172848472537616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109172848472537616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109172848472537616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-back-to-life-and-making-ends-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109170888047413571</id><published>2004-08-05T14:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:05:41.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The real difference between luxury hotels and the rest is the attention paid to the guests, and the Ritz did not belie that truth. From the moment I stepped from the taxi I felt as if I were the only guest in the building. After asking the bellman to announce me I found a seat in the lobby. Every staff person who passed smiled and offered a greeting,It took every bit of willpower to keep from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109170888047413571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109170888047413571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109170888047413571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109170888047413571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/real-difference-between-luxury-hotels.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109163446594415846</id><published>2004-08-04T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:40:53.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The running and the work out, were probably the best thing for me today given that I’m so nervous about this evening. By the time I reached the spa and lunched on a salad I was exhausted. I nearly fell asleep on the massage table. Got a full tune up today, facial, hair nails, waxed and a spray on tan. No aging, cancer-inducing UV rays for this chick.The new dress is on the bed. A lovely Zac Posen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109163446594415846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109163446594415846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109163446594415846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109163446594415846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/running-and-work-out-were-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109156636394645488</id><published>2004-08-03T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:54:50.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired and sore. My ballet class always leaves me so. I'm going to draw a bath and steep in it for a while. A glass of wine will also be nice. A big day planned for tomorrow, running with E, a work out at the gym and then a trip to the spa for a massage and primping for my big date. Oh and I bought a new dress.Kim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109156636394645488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109156636394645488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109156636394645488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109156636394645488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-tired-and-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109155023530279405</id><published>2004-08-03T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:46:46.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm always interested in reading the blogs of prostitutes. It's such a lonely career that reading how another handles the concerns and issues that I face is helpful. Recently I was introduced to Olympia, a woman whose blog is well written and interesting.In her writings she addressed taxes and finance, and relationships. Taxes and finance are something that I've to this point ignored, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109155023530279405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109155023530279405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109155023530279405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109155023530279405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-always-interested-in-reading-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109145301686759624</id><published>2004-08-02T14:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:18:20.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I checked my email when I got home.  There at the top of the inbox a name that hadn't appeared there in over a year.  Mark.Dear Kim,I hope you are well and enjoying life in Paris.I am in Paris on business for several days.  Would you be available for dinner Wednesday?MarkDAMN, DAMN, DAMN.  Don't go kim I thought. Its only going to hurt.Dear Mark,Wednesday would be fine.  Where shall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109145301686759624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109145301686759624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109145301686759624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109145301686759624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-checked-my-email-when-i-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109141877612137918</id><published>2004-08-01T22:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:52:56.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a very nice time at Ilse du Levant. The island was developed as a naturist colony and today nudity is accepted, promoted or required depending on where you are on the island. Generally we went with out except in the shops and restaurants where we'd don the sarongs we carried.The drive down and the ferry over was uneventful our hotel was small and old but clean. The room was a single with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109141877612137918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109141877612137918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109141877612137918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109141877612137918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/08/we-had-very-nice-time-at-ilse-du.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109110402519117101</id><published>2004-07-29T14:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T14:27:05.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E called me at the office and asked if I wanted to go to Provence for a few days. She's been kind of down in the dumps for a couple of weeks. Having Rach around was a diversion but now she feeling the blues again. She said she'd take care of the arrangements, rent a car, pack a few things for me (I'm spending the night w/Gavin), and pick me up at the hotel in the morning. I told her not to bother</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109110402519117101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109110402519117101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109110402519117101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109110402519117101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/e-called-me-at-office-and-asked-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109104795325584177</id><published>2004-07-28T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:52:33.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rachel's gone back to Amy.  I put her on the plane this evening.  I miss her already.  I'm glad I'll see them in a few weeks.  Well BagBorrowandSteal can't solve my purse problem.  They don't do business in France. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109104795325584177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109104795325584177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109104795325584177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109104795325584177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/rachels-gone-back-to-amy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109104773470951382</id><published>2004-07-28T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:48:54.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm curious and I ask about the business, how she finds actors, what they're paid. It's surprisingly little, just a few hundred dollars. I wonder why they do it when a escort earns the same pay and avoids the public exposure.     "Most of these girls are already so dead, so much has happened to them already, they don't care anymore."   From Jay's post today, a porn producer talking about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109104773470951382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109104773470951382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109104773470951382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109104773470951382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-curious-and-i-ask-about-business.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109095093627222512</id><published>2004-07-27T19:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T19:55:36.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last evening as usual I made dinner. E and I have settled on a division of labor, I cook and shop, she cleans and pays the joint bills. Rach cut veggies and we talked, E was in the living room reading. Someone knocked on the door, E answered it, then came to the kitchen and told me I had a visitor. I looked past her and there was Grace. Holding a bunch of flowers, a bottle of wine and a box of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109095093627222512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109095093627222512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109095093627222512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109095093627222512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-evening-as-usual-i-made-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109059655915811901</id><published>2004-07-23T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:32:00.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not sure where Rach and E are. Since I had to work this morning at my marketing gig and had a date with Ghandi this afternoon, Rach went off with Elyse who had a photo shoot.   Finally it feels like summer so today I dressed the part. White silk, sleeveless top, white, flower print slacks, espadrilles and a linen jacket topped with a straw hat. G said he didn't recognize me when he sought me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109059655915811901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109059655915811901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109059655915811901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109059655915811901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-sure-where-rach-and-e-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109051443593370259</id><published>2004-07-22T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:42:59.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will solve my bag problem. If I don't like it I'll just wait for the next.  Now to find out if they service Paris.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109051443593370259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109051443593370259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109051443593370259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109051443593370259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-will-solve-my-bag-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109050519516307354</id><published>2004-07-22T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:06:35.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rachel arrived yesterday morning after the flight from Chicago. She said she slept pretty well on the plane, but jet lag hit her pretty hard this morning. I borrowed Dimitri's car to pick her up and was glad I did, as Rachel travels kind of like royalty with virtually everything she owns. Well not quite, but the back of the Twingo was filled and stuff was on the roof rack.   While she rested a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109050519516307354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109050519516307354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109050519516307354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109050519516307354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/rachel-arrived-yesterday-morning-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-109027030111838899</id><published>2004-07-19T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:51:41.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in a grumpy and complainy mood all day. Probably cause I needed to perky and polite all weekend. Plus the traveling. Anyway I was up for it when Anne Marie called and suggested meeting for a drink at a lez bar near my place. I got there before Anne, but Chloe was there already. So we got a banquet and A showed up. I complained to them about my mood and C says, I know what you need. What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/109027030111838899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=109027030111838899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109027030111838899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/109027030111838899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-been-in-grumpy-and-complainy-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108999098406044931</id><published>2004-07-16T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:16:55.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like  the new formatting tools. Thanks blogger.   I've decided to end my relationship with Gwen. Betraying a confidence is the reason why I'm doing it now but the relationship was really going no where. It had just become something comfortable.   On a brighter note Rachel's coming for a week, she arrives Wednesday. She called a couple of weeks ago and asked if I'd like a visitor. With Amy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108999098406044931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108999098406044931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108999098406044931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108999098406044931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-like-new-formatting-tools.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108994991142116548</id><published>2004-07-16T05:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T05:51:51.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't sleep.    Gwen suggested we go to Provence to visit the country place of a friend of hers.  He's an accomplished photographer and frankly G is smitten by him.  So we went down Wednesday.  Our host wanted to shoot some pictures, nudes.  We obliged, but damn was it cold.  At least his pool was heated.  Things went downhill from there.  It became obvious that it was his expectation that I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108994991142116548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108994991142116548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108994991142116548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108994991142116548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108965177644593324</id><published>2004-07-12T18:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T19:02:56.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday afternoon got an IM from Leah. "Thank you for sending me such scrumptious boys" She wouldn't respond to my replies.This morning I find a note from Dimitri in my inbox. "Your sister is wonderful. She told us she was taking us to a famous Boston shrine (Fenway Park) and we saw a baseball game. Like you she's so pretty and friendly. Her friend was nice to."He didn't even ask how I was.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108965177644593324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108965177644593324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108965177644593324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108965177644593324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/yesterday-afternoon-got-im-from-leah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108956092703320081</id><published>2004-07-11T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T17:57:51.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week I had some time to catch up on the musings of my favorite whores and SW's who blog.  My things have changed over at the Pussy Ranch, Diablo is working at an insurance agency, Laura has retired and Belle has been fired by her agency.  At least Nicole is still spreading pleasure and counseling the young on joining our noble profession.Is there something about being nineteen that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108956092703320081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108956092703320081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108956092703320081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108956092703320081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-week-i-had-some-time-to-catch-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108923404357348827</id><published>2004-07-07T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:01:11.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little tired and sore but it was fun.Well the boy is gone to North America for 7 weeks with a friend.  They flew to Montreal where they are going to spend a couple of days then to Quebec City.  After that they'll go to Boston then NYC.  Leah and Karen are going to show them around for a day in each city.While I'll miss him, I think it is best that we're not together.  It was going entirely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108923404357348827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108923404357348827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108923404357348827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108923404357348827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/little-tired-and-sore-but-it-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108895447813557522</id><published>2004-07-04T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:21:18.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out with the 6 last night.  Great club I wish I could remember its name.  Dreary day here, spent it curled up with a book.  E was off with her lover.Marie called asking if I could see Ghandi Tuesday or Wednesday eve.  Wednesday was better.  I like him, he's funny and pretty naive.  Doesn't hurt that he is one of the few guys who can get me off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108895447813557522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108895447813557522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108895447813557522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108895447813557522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/out-with-6-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108870170267984894</id><published>2004-07-01T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:08:22.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Except when I had a, now stolen, Kate Spade ( a gift from dad no less), my purses have tended to be small to tiny.  Room for my phone, a credit card, license and lipstick, oh and a condom was all I needed.   In school that was no problem as I might be hauling a book bag or laptop and I'd stuff extra things in there.  Escorting presents a storage problem.  Beside the usual stuff, I'm now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108870170267984894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108870170267984894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108870170267984894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108870170267984894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/07/except-when-i-had-now-stolen-kate.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108861691116161312</id><published>2004-06-30T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T19:35:11.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunched with Marie today. She was concerned about my experiences last week and wanted to talk.  She is kind of a mother hen, but when you bring up certain things or ask particular questions she avoids answering like crazy.  She asked me if I ever checked my reviews.  I haven't as I'm only vaguely aware as to where to look.  She had copies of a few of the emails she had received about me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108861691116161312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108861691116161312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108861691116161312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108861691116161312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/lunched-with-marie-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108844464053381220</id><published>2004-06-28T19:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:44:00.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday night I got impulsive and asked Dimitri to join us for dinner Sunday.  I got one of those deer in the headlights look, you mean you want me to meet your parents????  I began to have regrets I asked, but then he recovered and graciously accepted the invitation.I had him come early and put him to work.  Having him there surprised Juliette who if she thought I would have invited someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108844464053381220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108844464053381220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108844464053381220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108844464053381220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/saturday-night-i-got-impulsive-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108826239115265072</id><published>2004-06-26T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:06:31.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better day today and yesterday.  E and I went out to a movie last evening then found a quiet little place to sip wine and talk.  I told her about my escorting. I needed to tell someone.  I don’t think she was surprised.  She confessed to having a sugar daddy of her own, which didn’t surprise me.Marie called checking on me after seeing my comments about Thursday.  She’s really pretty nice.  We’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108826239115265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108826239115265072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108826239115265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108826239115265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/better-day-today-and-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108811385618699139</id><published>2004-06-24T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:50:56.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has been an awful day.  I had two dates and both were first time clients.  I much prefer one date a day, there is such a smooth arc to how they go.  I get myself ready emotionally and that's easier when I'm up myself and right now I'm kind of sliding down.  The initial meeting is filled with uncertainty, will he like me? Will I like him?  And when we go to his room if the guy is new, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108811385618699139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108811385618699139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108811385618699139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108811385618699139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-has-been-awful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108801048425139917</id><published>2004-06-23T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:08:04.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew last night would be the big seduction, I also wondered how the boy would proceed.  He had suggested a restaurant which I knew was near where he lived and would meet me at the metro.  As we walked down the street he led me into an alley and up a set of steps which I figure were to his apartment.  I joked that he could at least feed me first.  When he opened the door the smell of lamp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108801048425139917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108801048425139917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108801048425139917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108801048425139917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-knew-last-night-would-be-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108783912483331393</id><published>2004-06-21T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:32:04.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gwen picked me up Friday morning to go to Argeles-sur-mer. She had never mentioned having a car so I'd been surprised when she said she'd pick me up.  It's an old Mini that had been given to her by her grandmother when she stopped driving.  Is it cute, I'd never seen one before.  Every inch of the car was packed.  Gwen couldn't decide whether she was interested in drawing, painting of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108783912483331393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108783912483331393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108783912483331393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108783912483331393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/gwen-picked-me-up-friday-morning-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108740748214912504</id><published>2004-06-16T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:41:12.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner sunday evening eventually rambled into a long and eventually drunken conversation with what we wanted to do with the apartment.The space is kind of charmless, except for the light from the tall windows.  Though the building was constructed in the 1880's our place has none of the period details you would expect.  We understand that there was a fire in the 70's and this floor was office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108740748214912504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108740748214912504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108740748214912504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108740748214912504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/dinner-sunday-evening-eventually.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108714061185009275</id><published>2004-06-13T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:30:11.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The boy is really very nice, it could be hard not to like him.  Friday night went out with Gwen and saw movie.  Funny seeing american films dubbed in french.  Going out with her is odd, in that, she gets so focused on her work that she has little time for anyone and then, bang, she wants to go out and she gives you her undivided attention.  I enjoy being with her but I think a long term </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108714061185009275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108714061185009275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108714061185009275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108714061185009275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/boy-is-really-very-nice-it-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108688894516776338</id><published>2004-06-10T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T19:35:45.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find that I prefer to spend a half hour or so with new clients in public getting to know them prior to going to the hotel of their home.  It's easier for me.  The intimacy can build slower.  A touch, a kiss on the cheek, a hand on the leg all things that smooth the path to sex.  Hell if we have dinner by the time we finish I feel like they are an old friend.He chose a small hotel near the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108688894516776338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108688894516776338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108688894516776338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108688894516776338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-find-that-i-prefer-to-spend-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108683951956756819</id><published>2004-06-10T05:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:51:59.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A nice surprise in getting to know Elyse is that she is a runner also.  And she like to run early in the morning prior to starting her day.  As I'm writing this she's getting ready. Only 3 miles and I get a cup of coffee :)Kim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108683951956756819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108683951956756819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108683951956756819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108683951956756819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/nice-surprise-in-getting-to-know-elyse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293837.post-108681728436313814</id><published>2004-06-09T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:41:24.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went with Anne Marie this evening to our ballet class.  Or as she refers to it 'old girls trying to be children again'  What ever it is we both look forward to it.I called the boy back, and he asked me out.  He suggested visiting a one or two small museums on Saturday. I said yes.  The boy does have a name, Dimitri.  He's 25, tall, thin and good looking, though cute is not a word that you would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/108681728436313814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293837&amp;postID=108681728436313814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108681728436313814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293837/posts/default/108681728436313814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easykimmie.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-with-anne-marie-this-evening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039479445800557852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1429/320/NM-0AUJ_mx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
