And- I could totally see DK being the zen one about having to clean up after the slobs, er, I mean the doms. :P

At least when he’s done scolding, it’s over. I get a hug and a pat on the rump and it’s done.

:P

People would be all, “Hey, Chloe, now you can you go back in time and prevent horrible atrocities!” And then I’d look at them like they were a mentally challenged piece of fungus and say, “Good God, man – where the FUCK are are your priorities?”

Also, to try and cheer you up, some utter creepiness…

I had a dream last night. You were in it. Nekkid.

Anyway, in my dream, Antonio and I rented a HUGE house (that, for some reason, you had to get to by boat, and the boat was covered in blood). I threw a big, weekend-long play party for a bunch of people – mostly bloggers.

As I said, you (and Scott, of course) were there. (So was DK btw; and someone needs to remind me to go creep her right the hell out with this as well.) DK was SO ZEN about everything, and she tried earnestly to convince us on Monday morning the fact that dom-types had vacated the house and left the dozen or so of us sub-types behind to clean the HORRIFIC mess up was like, this really excellent opportunity to serve.

I remember sulking and wondering out loud some really uncharitable things about the dom-types.

It was an extensive dream, but I’ll be quiet now…

Basically, you’re on a need to know basis – and I’m quite positive you NEEDED to know that. *beams*

~Chloe, who sometimes forgets other people can see comments…
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Looks of disappointment suck too.