On The Mend
You know you’re sick when you have no energy, and worse- no interest-in turning on the computer. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I hate being sick.
I’m feeling better though. I ate dinner last night and it stayed where it’s supposed to stay. It still feels like it’s sitting like a rock hard ball in my queasy gut this morning, but it hasn’t made a reappearance so that’s good, no?
I even felt good enough to make a stab at Christmas decorations. I got as far as watching Master assemble the tree before thinking that bed sounded better than Christmas.
Undecorated Christmas trees are some kind of ugly, aren’t they?
That cats have already knocked it over anyway, so thank goodness it isn’t decorated. Cats are funny; they knock shit over, scatter like bats out of hell until the noise stops, then sit and look at you like YOU did it. Like, ‘wtf are you doing, hooman!?’
I luffs cats.
I’ve decided today that I simply do not have time to be sick. There. It just can’t happen anymore. I have things to do!
Actually tonight is Master’s company Christmas dinner, which is one of those dressy-affairs where you’re supposed to go and make toasts to the boss and co-workers that you otherwise bitch about because they’re assholes.
So, as much as I really do have things to do, I’m not going to do much of them. I’m going to take it easy and hope I continue to feel better as the day goes on because something tells me that tossing my cookies on the boss’s lap during the Christmas toast won’t do much for Master getting a raise.
Or maybe it will- if he’s into that sort of thing. *wink wink nudge nudge*
(I was informed last night that that is called a rainbow shower. Srsly? NOT the name I would have expected it to have. Vomit does not bring up images of rainbows. Like, at all. A Squick Shower perhaps. A Sludge Shower. Def not a freakin’ rainbow.)
(Totally off topic–do any of you have those ideas/fantasies of paying bills through sexual favors? Like, I would totally pay the rent through blow jobs to the landlord if he’d go for it, and not have a single second thought about it. I would think that would be the ultimate service for Master.)
(Not surprisingly, Master doesn’t see it my way. Men are so territorial!)
(Though, he admits to being a little torn on saving money vs. being selfish)
This is not even close to what I had planned on posting today. Digression. I haz it.
Well, maybe tomorrow I’ll have recovered from Scatterbrainitis. Right now I’m going to go fantasize about sucking Master’s boss into a nice, hefty raise. ;-)
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Thursday December 3rd, 2009 7:05am
The rainbow shower is also lovingly referred to as “the technicolor yawn”, or for those insipid Canuckians “the technicolour yawn”.
Hope you feel better soon! I’m missing you lots.
I think the most common word is Roman Shower.
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This is what we in “the biz” call it.
Our cats went through a phase of knocking the tree down, but I’ve learned to put it in a corner that isn’t on the “flight path” so to speak, and fill up underneath it with stuff so that we can’t have a fight about who ‘gets to’ sleep under the tree. They have shown a strong preference for hanging out and sleeping in the office anyway, where I have an auxiliary heater running, and pettings are forthcoming at random intervals.
I’ve seriously considered getting into a few kinks as a domme (which require buying some rather more expensive toys and clearing space for a dungeon) since it seems there’s guys locally willing to compensate me for my efforts. Of course, the problem is that I don’t want to take money for the topping stuff I enjoy because the word for that is prostitution, and that would interfere with life.
Brings a whole new light to “taste the rainbow”, doesn’t it?
Blurgh.
I was going to reply with the Roman Showers tidbit, but I see I was beaten to the punch.
I will never forgive the person who sent me the video of the two cute Japanese girls playing in a tub with each. I was not prepared for when they suddenly opened their mouths and spewed all over each other. (This was well before the Two Girls One Cup phenomena. Now I never trust my friends NOT to send me filth!)
Oh, I never really had fantasies of blowing my Master’s boss as a service (probably having been in the sex industry somewhat ruins the romance!) but he now has a boss who looks like Paul Newman and wears super nummy cologne — I’d blow him to get my Master a raise any day! ;)
Hope you feel better for tonight, and you and Master S have a wonderful time!
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Name totally makes sense to me, brings back memories of my sister eating then throwing up a pound of skittles on me when we were kids. Needless to say my stomach turns when I hear “taste the rainbow”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ww9_RUWw9ms
You simply must see this short clip as you love kittens (if you haven’t seen it already!)
Oh. My. God.
That was freakin’ adorable! Thank you so much!