SG took away my admin status. I'm sad that I can't read all the groups anymore. That shit was entertaining.

It's a girl... and she can be a suicide girl OVER MY DEAD BODY.

Oh, and this is what I look like now.

So then he proposed to me.

And now we're going to have a baby.



So I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious.

OMG I ran into sixsixty at Timeless (a coffee shop started by my mate RJ) in Oakland and I introduced him to my boyfriend as sixsixty. He was like, yeahh.... my name is [realname] and I was reminded how real names are 100% better than online porn site names.

Also it's nice that 10+ years later I'm still running into SG people on the street. As long as it's not Dia or Tattoed_Donkey... because who knows, they still might want to punch me for whatever reason got them so jazzed in the first place!

A guy I do miss is a dude whose member name I am totally blanking on. But he was like this hyperactive little brother when he first joined SG and it was like his mission to piss everyone off. But then he mellowed out and I came to enjoy his weirdness, and we saw a bunch of movie premiers together. Haven't seen him in an age.

Anyway... that's two posts in two months, I think I've hit my quota.

SG, this is my boyfriend. His name is Rich and we've been dating for 1 year and 9 months. He's handsome and sweet and things are going really well.



Going to be officially divorced from s5 on the 31st. But I still like him a lot.

Things are different.

Last night I ate an enormous pork chop. Sorry to my former self. And sorry to the .

Things are different.

I had a dream this morning that I was returning to work at SG.

One of the girls befriended me then accused me of stealing makeup.

Then Sean confiscated my keys because I was too angry to drive.

So basically exactly like it used to be.

I'm about to be 34, but I don't feel a day over 22.

It's funny that all the things that I used to very passionately care about have all been stripped away in the last year and a half. What's left strangely resembles me at 22. Before all the change that eventually turned out to be caked-on makeup obscuring a face that's now scrubbed bare. You pile it on but it's just a façade, and eventually it slips away.

A decade of change and I'm back to square one. Just me, my bad attitude, and the future of my making.

Sometimes I arrive here just out of sheer muscle memory. My mind goes blank as soon as I click the URL bar and before I know it, my fingers have taken over and somehow I've typed "suicidegirls.com".

Thanks for the birthday wishes! Life has changed a lot for me in the last year. I don't spend a lot of time online. I do spend a lot of time at the gym, coaching, doing paperwork, and all the fun stuff that comes with running a business. It amazes me to look back and compare my life now to my life during the time I was active here. It's hard to find even one common thread. Hell, I don't even live with my cat anymore. Everything is upside down.

But it's good. Really good.

You?



Oh... and here's my face. Just in case you're wondering if I still have a face.

Oh hey I totally did open that CrossFit gym. Live in SF? Got some cash and want your ass kicked? Feel free to drop on by

All this time I have been signing off my emails "xoxo Olivia". You know who I stole that from? Missy.

Now that I'm a Very Serious Gym Owner™ it seems inappropriate. I have taken to bidding adieu with "Thanks, Olivia", which strikes me as boring and stupid.

What is the middle ground between "xoxo" and "thanks"?