One day I’m going to actually share my rock star / ultimate go-go set ever-expanding regularly-dance-to-in-my-undies playlist with the rest of the world.
It will be rad.
Did I really just spend 15 min doing this?
Yes.
Yes I did.
Fuuuuck now I really want blue hair for the summer wahhhh :(
I am a 5 year old.
(via fake-riot)
My budget is so tight that going out those extra couple of nights this month totally shot what I was planning to save. Now I think I’m going to have to wait until fall to get my calves done.
(worth it but) FML!!!!!
I’m starting to realize that I have a long track record of finding (or being found by) and loving really intense people that many people label as “dangerous.”
I have an even longer track record of not giving a fuck and doing what I want with my life, always living (sometimes dangerously) at the ends of my own edges.
Sometimes the two collide.
I don’t know what to do with this information right now.
If I said my exec director went through my wallet and then my personnel file while I was away from my desk to next day priority mail a piece of student artwork to my house, that would make him a creeper right?
But if I gave you the context explaining why he did all of that, it would incriminate me just as much.
Why does the fact that I’m a Scorpio keep coming up lately? & why is that always the first sign people guess?
Wearing my red Misfits shirt for the first time in a long time…dios mio did this thing always look like this?
I can’t even play the no bra game tonight. That would be the beginning of a serious wardrobe malfunction.
Cartoons, batman panties, fan & a/c, coffee, and (if I can pull it off) vegan peach ice cream.
All of this just to make up for the shit show that has been the last 14 hours of my life.
- Going to these events alone are a strange way of jumping in. I don’t know if I want to do that again.
- I am okay with and warming up more to domme behavior. I wish I had played more with my new friend Ben. He’s so sweet.
- I solidified the fact that I am NOT submissive. I let someone whip me to really test it out. I have a high tolerance for pain so I don’t flinch or scream and pain for pain’s sake (meaning not in the context of having sex with someone I’m really into) just doesn’t do for me. In fact the same person who was convinced I was a switch and wanted to whip me ended up body worshipping me, massaging my feet, and calling me “goddess” 10 min later. Ah well, there goes that theory.
- I just don’t get some people. This guy who has been trying to make dates with me and bailing for over a month finally saw me again, was very into me, and got to know many parts of me <ahem> pretty well. 2 hours later he texts me saying that his drunk friend (who doesn’t know me at all) says that I have to be a man because I’m so much taller than both of them and now this guy has a complex about dating me. What the actual flying fuck? Think what you want just get the fuck away from me with all of this silliness.
Right now I’m watching Watchmen, smoking a bowl, playing with toys, and eating crushed ice & tangerines.
Later I’m getting all dolled up and going to Suspension to play with other pretty, kinky people.
Taking offers to join me in either or both ;)
Brown rice & steamed broccoli… I’m dying from so much simple goodness.
So many people I love aren’t in such great places, emotionally, right now but they all live so far away from me and each other.
I just want to hug them all and tell them everything will be alright.
american coot
lol
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expectations:
reality:
Today, scandalous berry.
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