(Were you humming along with the title? I was.) Taylor and I were talkin’ this morning. I was telling him about a blog I read and how I used to get all insecure when I read it, like I wasn’t doing it as “right” as this person was. How even when they had struggles it
Leonidas vs Hello Kitty!
Leonidas is my dog. You’ve all seen pics of my (rather large) puppy, right? Well, yesterday, I got my new Hello Kitty! vibrator from Babeland. I turned it on and Leonidas came prancing over to see what it was. So I touched his nose with it. And
Sleep? What sleep?
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
Made up words and not much else
Not a whole lot going on over here. It’s Spring so it’s raining and gloomy far more often than it’s sunny and bright. And to think I used to like Spring best. Is it me or has it changed? May feels more like March used to. *le sigh* Remind me to take my vitamin D
Pirates in my kitchen
So I stumble out of bed after having struggled to fall sleep without Ambien (and having fallen asleep just as my alarm to get the Teen up for school started to blare in my ear, whereupon I woke him up and crawled back in bed and finally – finally! – fell asleep) and I trudge to
Gack.
This has been me all day long. Obviously, I changed my theme. Seems most of ya don’t mind when sites change their look so I figured, what the fuck, go for it. Only… I don’t even think I like it. And it was stressful. And I’ve been snapping out at the Teen and the
Mopey Monkey
That’s me today. Totally mopey and full of fret. Taylor and our buddy Dave are out riding and I didn’t even want to go with them. Part of it, I’m sure, is the spring weather. Sure, there are nice, sunny days where you just want to rejoice. But there is also rain. And gloom. And
Self awareness doesn’t always equal calm
Every time I know we’re going to a play party I get in this mild sort of panic all day. I’m not certain panic is the right word. I get nervous and apprehensive and excited. I start to wonder – and want to know - what Taylor has planned, what he’s going to do to me.
Boy, that girl sure can babble
So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal. Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee. Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out. Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them. And back to
The Grumps
So I straightened and vacuumed the living room, wiped down the kitchen, got most of the laundry started… Taylor is at the garage working on the bike… I’m bored. There are a ton of things I could do but I just don’t feel like it. I hate days like this. I woke up before I wanted
Attention Nazi
Attention. We all want some sometimes. Some of us want more than others. You know the type. Attention whores. Everything they do is done to garner attention. It’s another thing I just don’t get. Now I’m not going to say I never look for attention. We all do. Blogging itself is an attention seeking
I just don’t get it
So I just ranted about this less than two months ago but I feel the need to revisit. Insult. Injury. Offense. Stop it already! Is it because we are so connected to so many people over the internet? Because we converse with people we’d never meet at all in our daily lives? Because we read so
Morning Sex
I”m not much of a fan of morning sex. Don’t get me wrong. Every time we have morning sex, I’m in heaven all day. I just loahte waking up. I don’t wake up well. Someone touching me when I’m waking up makes me want to kill them; stab them right thru the eye with the
Fuck cool.
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
Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Taylor is thiiiiiiiiis close to having the bike put back together and running for the season and, guess what? They’re forcasting snow for Saturday and Tuesday. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot????? Wisconsin sometimes sucks ass. ——————————- I told Taylor to shut up this morning and had a damned fit over absolutely nothing. There are times I
Pretty pretty princess (a rant)
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
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