Well hello again. It's been a little while, and I apologize. I know I mentioned that I would perhaps do a tell-all of my life in hollywood, but for this entry I thought I'd break away from my life story.

I thought I'd share my current feelings in this journal. I know I have readers write in a lot, but I wanted to talk to you shy folks out there. Maybe you want to write in but haven't. I encourage it.

You see, I just recently returned from a trip. It wasn't really a vacation persay, rather it was to promote my book. But anway, I returned home to find that not very many people had commented on this journal. So I thought I'd spice things up a little...

I'm willing to share some photos with you good folks. All you have to do is tell me what photos you'd like to see. They could be baby photos, or perhaps some snapshots from my trip accross Europe, or even me doing everyday things. So all you have to do is comment (anyone can) on this journal entry and tell me what you'd like to see. You have a few weeks to do it. So, your comments will decide what photos I post.

Hope to hear from you,
-The Muffin

Here we find ourselves back staring my life story in the face. I believe when I last left off I was discussing disco. For now I'll leave that alone and move on to bigger and better things.

After my somewhat awkward teenage years I moved on to my early adolescent years. I did what any muffin in their early twenties would do. I backpacked through Europe. It was quite an experience for me. Hiking through hills, visiting small towns and villages, seeing big cities, and doing it all with only what I could carry in the satchel I carried on my back with the wind blowing through my dirty unkempt waist-length hair. Ahh it was glorious. Some parts were not as glorious as others, and I tend to leave those out when I tell tales of my wild days. I was once chased out of Schneckenhausen, Germany, by a pack of irate vagrants. I don't like to discuss the reasons behind the chase, so I'll leave it at that. I was also nearly sold in a small bakery in Paris, which had me wondering "Pourquoi est-ce que je suis venu en France?" But those are only a select few unfortunate instances. There were also many good times.

I remember when, on my visit through Rome, I thought I was mistakenly instated as the Pope. I tried for several fruitless hours to communicate with the Swiss guards, and explain that I was not the Pope. Perhaps it was due to my misconception of the language spoken in Vatican City. It turns out that they DO NOT speak pig latin there, and they were under the impression that I was mentally unbalanced. We eventually were able to communicate and we all had a good laugh afterward over a cup of swiss cocoa.

Perhaps I will regale you at another time with more in-depth stories of my European escapades. For now there are too many other important milestones in my life to mention.

After I returned home again from my extended European "vacation" I decided to get in to the movies. But that will have to wait for my next journal entry. Sorry to disappoint. Keep watching for my next update.

-The Muffin

Over the past few months I've received numerous emails asking me about...well...me. I've been asked such questions as:

"What type of muffin are you? And how were you made?"
"Are you a chocolate muffin?"
"...what sort of spirits are in your overflowing wine glass?"
"...do you have a favorite 60s Motown group/artist? If so, who are they, and why are they your favorite?"
"Are you the only one of your kind, how do you reproduce, is there a girl muffin that you snuggle up to at night, or are you a bachelor muffin?"

These are just a few that I've responded to. Upon reading through my inbox I realized that there may be those out there who don't know very much about me. So, I thought I'd compile some information about myself. Some of it you may know, and some of it you may not. Consider this something like an autobiography, or at least a taste of one.

To start with, I have quite a large family. I come from a long line of muffins and other baked goods. I have numerous siblings. We don't all keep in touch, but we are aware of each other's existence, so that's nice. I also have a plethora of cousins and 2nd cousins. My Mother's sister is a bagel. I've always been fond of Aunt Bagel. She's quite the character. I can't say much for her husband though. He also happens to be a bagel, but his sense of humor is rather dry, and he tends to be somewhat of a bore at parties and other social gatherings.

I have several cousins living overseas. I do keep in contact with my cousin Geoffrey, who is a scone. I don't have many scone relatives, but the ones I do have come from my Father's side. There's also my 2nd cousin Orly. Now, I wouldn't say she lives overseas. She's somewhat of a traveler. She's a true poppy seed, a real adventurer. She's spent time touring Asia, South America, Canada, and is now currently in France. She has also had several television appearances, one being a fairly recent game show appearance.

Well enough about my family. I should perhaps talk more about myself. I have always been fascinated with myself. Not because I'm self-absorbed, but just think, if you were a sentient muffin you'd be pretty fascinated with yourself too. But I digress.

My childhood was spent starving for attention. I do like to be noticed, and my parents often described me as "flamboyant" and "ostentatious." I have always been able to carry a tune, and I enjoyed a prosperous career as a lounge singer for many of my teenage years. I came to know Frank Sinatra as my musical idol. I did come to know another brand of music as pure heaven: Motown. Yes Motown. The captivating sounds of the Supremes struck a chord with me and I was hooked. They were perhaps what spurred my dancing craze.

I began very simply and progressed through sambas, waltzes, swing, and finally to the ultimate of all dances: disco. I will be the first to tell you that disco is not dead. It may have taken a brief nap, but it is certainly not dead.

On that note, my little autobiography will take a breather and the rest of it will be in my next journal. So see you then kids.

-The Muffin</>

Welcome to my Livejournal. For those of you who are unfamiliar with me, I am the Muffin from Oxygen Deficient's Muffin Chat. Visit my page there and you will find my responses to various emails I have received.

You're probably wondering why I'm here if I already get to spew my rantings on Oxygen Deficient. Well, I've had some readers who want me and the site to get myspace accounts. Everyone at Oxygen Deficient has thought it over, and we like Livejournal better. So here I am. Here you'll find my sporadic rantings, a place to comment, and general information about myself and much more. So do check back often.

-The Muffin