Time to piss off some people. I am 34, I have a communications degree and a journalism degree. My TV life is investigative journalism, ask the tough questions, expose the guilty and should have been guilty. I am photogenic and have camera presence and work in a top four market.

I am turned on by musk, strong male musk. Not sweat, I puke at sweat. A man's hand on the back of my neck driving my head where he wants me to look, his dick in my ass, his slap on my ass. A hard shutdown, a loud shut up!, a pull down and sit down. A look, a hard lip, a finger in my face. I need a man who knows who is who and makes sure I know too.

My public persona and my kitten self are so far apart, I am an act, not real, it's a job that pays too much, it's a fake. I want to breed, get knocked up, be a stay at home wife. I want a man, I don't want to work, I want a house, and an SUV with car seats, a ring, a man's name. I hate my life like you don't know. I want a man so much I cry myself to sleep. I am going home, back to Mississippi, I want to be a wife. I want to be around men, not these fake, metrosexual, half gay, assholes I have to deal with every day.