Monday

“Come back upstairs for a second, I want to try something” he says and I do. He puts handcuffs on me and threads a rope through them, tying my hands to the door hinge high above my head. “I think that will work” he says, I hear the smile in his voice. He hits me twice, three times lightly with the small flogger. My skin tingles and aches for more. He lets me down and unlocks the cuffs swiftly, kissing me lightly on the forehead. “That will definitely work”.

We go back downstairs and both feel slightly better about our lives, because of even such a brief transaction.

I have a new editor apparently, just got the email about it. So that could be good or bad, depending. It’s a guy and I prefer working with women usually, but my first ever editor Bob Smith was pretty okay, and I wasn’t happy with my last one and she was a lady… so we will see. I need to sleep now, I really really should. Tomorrow holds lots of responsibilities

Drakkar noir

Still awake! Making a sort off habit of making these little entries when I should be asleep. I feel slightly sick still, my throat hurts and itches and my sinuses feel hella clogged up. Hopefully i will fall asleep soon. I like my phone and it is pretty dope and useful. Still no steady work, I am getting nervous and thinking about applying to some other jobs. Not going to think about it now. I’m gunna try to go to the gym tomorrow, even though I’m not feeling great. Two days with no exercise doesn’t sit still. I don’t want to make it 3. Ok nocturnes, I’m going to try and sleep before the sun comes up.

Aaaw! He looks like an Insane drunken angel!

He buys me little gifts just just just just because, and flowers and love and I’m glad i am his and no other’s.  Sleep and snore right next to me and i adore the calm fall and rise of your chest. I want you to only ever see me at my very best. I forgot how to write love poems, simply ramble on about the homes i imagine we could build and all the soil your hands would till, be still my heart be still.

Aaah! another pop close to the skull.

Emotionally drained. Not exactly hungry, but craving a fruit smoothie in the worst ways, one with some protein powder preferably. I should have $200 in the bank in 24 hours or so. Until then its rice and beans and beans and rice. I shouldn’t complain. At. All. I need a shower and a shave and I really wouldn’t mind if I could magically stave off my period for a few more days. Today, in ways, has seemed a mighty long day. ~ random break to practice bass ~ Still haven’t gotten any new articles. Haven’t heard anything for a few days… but my boss added me on google + … … so there’s that. I hope to get some soon, because it is wicked lame to not have any incoming income, you know what I mean brah?

Tired. writing a really difficult guide about DIY aquarium lighting and I don’t know anything about it and it’s wicked complicated so we’ll see how that goes… I’m already almost 300 words into it. (~slight pause for things and showering and maybe sex~) …. anyways, now it’s 2:30 in the morning and I have to turn my guide in by 10am my time and I’m sure I’ll have it done well before then and go to sleep eventually maybe for a little while…. buuut yeah! ** air guitar solo** tomorrow is Hanukkah and I’m actually looking forward to it, because I just am, shut up. Hanukkah is probably my favorite holiday next to Halloween. It just feels warm and nice and good to me. Not so much looking forward to Thanksgiving the next day… but I’m not going to dwell on that at all right now, or even grace it with a thought really. (oh shit, except I DO need to make sure I bring some sort of Thanksgiving appropriate attire, and not just giant piles of dirty laundry to wash at my parents’ house.) My brother and I went for a wog earlier (walk/jog) and it was good. It was freezing cold. I pushed myself to run a lot. I really really need to go do my work now.  ** More air guitars** OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOkay.