What The Devil Am I Supposed To Do Now?

I just realized that the last seven out of eight, yes, SEVEN out of eight, posts on this blog all have something do with hockey. It's official, I'm a puck bunny.

But I think this can be stopped, Godfuckme, but I'm at a spork in the road. This used to be a blog about sex and food and sex and movies and sex and music and sex.

Now it's all about hockey and all the age-inappropriate toothless skating boys I've been ogling since October.

I'm mortified, and I do apologize.

I know exactly why it's turned into a hockey blog, and I'll bet you do, too. Because your Janey is not getting laid. In fact, your Janey hasn't gotten laid since sometime around Thanksgiving. Sheesh, I know married people who are getting laid more than that.

I mean, six months is a really long time to go without sex.

So I need to check the hockey stuff a bit and start spicing it up again. My questions for you:

1) Should Janey take a new married lovah and start talking about sex all the time again?

2) Should Janey take up with her old married lovah and start talking about sex all the time again?

3) Should Janey start working out again in order to expend all this libidinous energy and write about THAT? This will backfire. If I start getting all fit and stuff, then I'll have much more energy and want to have more sex, and thus have less time to write about sex.

4) Should Janey get her bike back on the road in order to expend yet more libidinous energy? Could also backfire on the having sex part, though only for the first week or so. Terry saddle, sensitive girlparts, even in the Pearl Izumis, you get the picture. The upside is that my powerful thighs will regain their majesty, before which men fall to their knees and weep.

I need a nudge in one direction or another, because although masturbation is loads of fun, I'd like to invite someone else to join the party now and again.