Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.

It shades me from the sun and allows me to sit out here with the laptop during the day, getting off my desk so I don’t feel all trapped and stuck in the same place, day after day, hour after hour. It gives me a place to sit, like tonight, in candlelight with a glass of wine and type away.

t’s the buzzword these days. It’s something I’m constantly being accused of not being. It’s, basically, being accepting of other sexualities, genders, kinks, preferences. It’s not ridiculing others for their sexuality, it’s…

Let’s start remembering it’s about being equal, not the same. Choice, not force

I have a right to personal space and personal opinions. To BE a person.

My most recent Twitter status: The voices are hollering at me for eating an entire 5 oz of Twizzlers. Must stab Twizzler in ear to shut them up.

So I was sitting at the kitchen table, feeling all in tune with nature, watching the rain splash against my patio doors and run in racing rivulets down the glass…

A soliloquy of cleaning info and anal warnings is just so much hot air when what I want to know is how good a SEX TOY works.

Take that, template. I fucking win! I win. I win. I win. I kicked your cheap, shitty code having ASS.

My facebook status reads “This being sick thing? It’s starting to suck ass. All week? Seriously? Fuck you, sick.”

Put down the iPhone, turn off twitter, close your feed reader…

Shut it all down, shut it all off and go be good to yourself for an hour. You do not have to do that one more thing, take care of this one last item. Just… pause. You’ll thank yourself for it, I promise.

Why is it so cool when “mean” guys do sweet things?

Taylor slept until one then took a nap from four until five. I’m envious. I want sleep, crazy, whenever I want it sleep, damn it.

Seriously stupid people, like low IQ, shuffling dolts, cant’ help that they’re stupid and I’m very tolerant. But when semi (or even fully) intelligent people act stupid? I get growly.

Pulling my hair out, the blog is fuckered up. Read more to see how you can see new posts!

I saw this picture and it suited how I feel today just fucking perfectly. Dragged down, wore out and mind numbingly tired. I’ve actually been feeling that way since the whole Daylight Savings Time ends/fall back thingy. It’s freaking dark at like…  noon.  *blink* The days drag on endlessly.  Except from like eight til midnight. It’s crazy. [...]

Have I mentioned that I love lazy Sundays in bed? I do. This morning I got up, let the dogs out, made some coffee, let the dogs back in, grabbed my mug and headed back to the bedroom.  Taylor was like…  ”You’re going back to bed????” and before I could even say anything, he was [...]

So life around here is normal.  It’s been normal and good with few bumps other than the normal ones caused by a submissive housemouse picking up a job for a good, long time. It’s been, what?  A year?  Since I had angst? Ack. I need angst! Actually, I do have stuff I angst over.  It’s [...]

Today?  Included motorcycle rides.  BBQ.  Ass sex.  Cappuccino.  Nachos.  And a bite on the back of my neck that dropped me to my knees and had me feeling around for blood.  After which I called Taylor Edward and asked when he was going to start sparkling. Then I ran for my life. Not bad for [...]

So I’m on my lunch break, sitting outside on my balcony with the laptoppy, a steaming mug of french vanilla java, homemade chocolate chip cookies, a smoke (yes, I started again. shame. fuck off) and the urge to sigh a big, huge sigh of relief. You would think that working from home would be easy. [...]

So I was cruising around FetLife, looking for something to inspire a rant or some deep thought or…  whatever.  Cuz, yanno, life in the Taylor y puss casa has been damned quiet and normal and uneventful for a damned long time.  (For those who may not know, puss = me.  Taylor calls me puss)  And [...]

I’ve discovered that not getting enough sleep, getting interrupted sleep or even thinking I’m not going to get enough sleep is enough to turn me into a demon. I lash out while I’m sleeping at any touch, the slightest elbow jab, a pillow stuffed over on my side of the bed that doesn’t belong there, [...]

So the other day, Taylor and I were fuckin’ away.  I was propped up on the Wedge, ass up, head down.  I’d already gotten off once and could tell he was about to.  So I squeezed my kegel muscles super tight… And squirted a stream that hit my knees. It left a huge puddle on [...]

I don’t know what crawled up my ass today but I went to the store to buy new bras and ended up going on a freakin’ shopping spree.  I came home with two pair of jeans, a pair of shorts, five tanks, three tees, five bras, eleven pair of panties and two pair of shoes. [...]

Ugh.  I haven’t written a "real" post in almost two weeks. Life has become exceedingly busy. Weekends are spent out and about, riding and enjoying the summer.  And the weekdays?  Work, work and more work. It’s been a long time since I put in anything resembling full time hours.  And even though I’m working from [...]