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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

It’s fucking hot.  Eighty degrees and muggy and humid and nasty.  The Teen is sleeping.  Taylor is sleeping.  I know better than to attempt a nap this late in the day so I took a bath.  Bad idea.  Now I’m even more hot since I’m incapable of taking a cool bath.  I have a freaking [...]

Normally, I’m one of those girls who really likes her marks and bruises.  Welts and scabs and rainbows of purple, red, green and yellow – and the constant pressing and picking at those marks – make me feel happy.  They remind me of whatever activity caused them and the lingering pain keeps me slightly aroused. [...]

Well, I seem to be getting over my case of the sads.  Did much talking with the kid and with Taylor and we resolved quite a few things and, in general, felt better for having talked so life is good. I also got my new camera yesterday.  A new camera goes a long way toward [...]

Yanno… I had a blog post half typed out and I just deleted it. I got nothing really to say. My kid has completely fucked up his second semester of school.  He’s a good kid.  He’s just not all that fucking smart. In fact, he struggles with school and always has.  Unfortunately, this year he [...]

So, if you follow kaya around on Fetlife you’re bound to come across some of the funniest and snarkiest and gobsmacking-ist topics. Which, of course, make the best blog fodder. Today I came across one dealing with rules; Masters rules vs community/group rules and which rules take precedence. And I’m all… Duh. Why the fuck [...]

It’s confirmed.  I’ve lost my fool mind. My most recent conversation, via Twitter – slavelexi: Just got back. Got some nice stuff….and twenty dollars worth of Jelly Bellys. lol me: I’m comin’ over. I loooove Jelly Bellys slavelexi: OMG I love them too, but they don’t sell them where I live in WV!! It’s a crime and a [...]

So.  FetLife.  Again, it has me pondering.  I may not participate there much but, I swear to gods, whenever I visit I end up with a blog post. Lately there have been some discussions about who comes first; child, master or self. And I’m kind of floored at the responses. I mean, first of all, [...]

  So y’all know I’m a housemouse, right?   Being a housemouse, I have no real set bed time or wake up time.  I get up every morning to wake up the Teen but he’s way old enough to shower on his own and get off to school without me having to stay awake — [...]

I did a post not so long ago about attention seeking behavior. I have issues with attention seeking behavior. Serious issues. Like… it makes me want to drive a fondue fork into my eye, run shrieking thru the streets and bleed all over the person doing it; cover them in eyeball juice then smack them [...]

So I get to do a stint as a dispatcher this weekend. Uh.  Yeah. Some of you may remember when Taylor and I did roadside assistance for a living.  We’re still fairly close to the folks who own the company and they have a big family wedding this weekend so… Taylor’s going to run service [...]