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.

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

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 [...]

  Yeah, I got some.  In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today.  But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like….  oh…  NINE last night?   In a word — Taylor. See, I’m out of ambien.  This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have [...]

So I’m sitting here and Taylor left the t.v. on when he went in the basement.  I never have the t.v. on during the day.  It irritates me.  But anyhow… The Daily Show with Jon Stewart comes on.  I’m not really paying any attention to the t.v. cuz my desk doesn’t face it and it wasn’t [...]

Bunch of hooplah over on FetLife.  What’s new, right?   I’m extremely stressed out over the constant slavier-than-thou bullshit I see all over the place. I’m not a fucking slave, god damn it.  I don’t have to behave the way you do, the way the folks in Laura Antoniou’s books do or the way Master Meatmeister [...]