I’m having the hardest time coming up with things to write about lately. How many times do you want to hear about laundry and dishes? And why is it that my life seems to revolve around laundry and dishes. How sad is that.
I’m tired of redecorating the Christmas tree. The cats win. I surrender. It’s theirs.
Master is probably not going to make it home this weekend either. The good news is He has the entire week between Christmas and New Years off so I’m sufficiently placated with that. He’s hoping we can get the whole basement-bedroom-dungeon thing finished that week. I’m really at a standstill with what I can do. What’s left down there is His Tools That Slaves Shouldn’t Touch.
Today is Tuesday which means a pussy task, which Master was supposed to give to me this morning and I think He forgot. When He called, He was running late and I was heading out the door to take the kids to school. Neither one of us thought of it. So.. any requests? Otherwise I’ll have to think of something on my own and I’m really quite unimaginative today.
The other day I was allowed to talk to pet from polybdsmadhouse on the phone. It was really fun. She’s very bubbly and outgoing and funny. Now of course, the challenge is on to keep the Men from being able to talk. ;)
The next day I called pure_blue, suddenly feeling like reaching out and being friendly and shit and I had a grand time talking to her too. It’s fun to have someone to talk to about these Men. Being able to laugh about how mean they are is very soul-lightening.
Jes will be 15 on the 18th. She wants her belly button pierced for her birthday. I’ve had my nipples and my tongue done, how could I say no? It’s her belly. She also wants an Ipod for Christmas, which is fine.. except that there is no computer at my mother’s house and being an Ipod-ignorant, I’m not sure if she’ll be able to reap the benefits of it without an internet connection. So… is anyone an Ipod or mp3 player afficionado? Is one better than the other or is there anything I need to know about necessary accessories? I know the Ipod would need a converter to be able to charge with a wall outlet but otherwise, I’m clueless. (I could look it all up, but I trust you all more than I trust Google. :D)
My sister(of the recently abandoned 18 yr marriage) is depressed. Understandably. She wouldn’t go to Thanksgiving, she doesn’t want to attend Christmas. Her daughter and her family, who live in Mn, have offered to get her an apartment there and help her until she’s back on her feet, but my sister is, so far, declining the offer. I don’t think she’s still holding out any hope that her husband will come back, but she’s not willing to move forward either. *sigh* Tough times for her.
My friend(of the son who was in a car accident) is still spending most of her time at her son’s bedside. He was moved from the hospital to a facility to wean him from the respirator and the last I talked to her, he was showing some signs of understanding what was being said to him (with hand gestures and the like) but was not talking or otherwise improving. Things like that change on a dime though, so he could be much improved by now or worse. I should call her.
autumn_sage59 recently asked me what the bitch bench is. It’s a foot stool with very rough grit sandpaper on it, upon which I have to sit, bare-assed. If you can imagine sitting naked in gravel you can understand the irritating discomfort. I’m to sit on it anytime I’m online when the kids aren’t home. It’s a good motivator to keep me offline and not sitting here for hours mindlessly clicking through links-which I tend to do. I do not have to use it when I’m writing here-unless I’ve somehow earned that consequence. Master dubbed it the ‘bitch bench’ because initially, it was strictly used as punishment when I was being a bitch. Now it’s just used for fun(His fun). Personally, I hate the fucking thing. It leaves my sit spot and the backs of my thighs very sore.
afterannabel asked about the library card incident. That was simple really. One day I went and got myself a library card. It didn’t even occur to me ask first. I was very very wrong in that. He was quite upset and that incident spawned a whole series of epiphanies and essays and deep thinking about what it is that we are doing. I’ve never used the card either. After all of that, even though I have permission to use it, I look at the card and the library with…. fear? Or regret. Something. Anyway, I’ve not stepped foot in the library since that day.
I’m probably forgetting lots of other questions. *sigh* I think I have early alzheimers.
We’re still going over and over the collar thing. I want it, and He wants it… I’m just not sure that it’s right that it would be a sort of “in your face” thing with the kids. I mean, there is no doubt that those types of collars bring looks and suspicions. Even if no one ever had the balls to ask me what it is, they would think it. I don’t care what they think about me, but it would definitely bleed over to the kids. That’s not fair to them. One minute I’m all “who cares what anyone thinks! it’s my life!” and the next I’m saying no.. I can’t have it. Not yet. Grr.
Way way back on Oct. 1, 2005, Master had taken a knife, and very lightly (sorta) wrote the word “slut” under my breasts. (I wrote about it here and I really need to go back and fix those dead links, huh?). Anyway, I can still very clearly see the S and the L, the U is somewhat faded and the T is gone. But that word was done *one* time only. Almost a year and a half ago. Yet, these words across my breasts have to be refreshed ALL THE DAMN TIME. What the freakin’ hell is up with that??
Anything else I can ramble on about before I go tackle the (surprise! surprise!) dishes and laundry?
Guess not.
Have a good one, people. :-)
~cunt
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