cakemix

dark night...
fuck. started out at happy hour at my fave place/drinking boston tea parties in memory of the strangler and that nice night we had downing pints in irish mist.

then on to get even more ink.
5 hours later i'm leaving the shop when there is such a major flaw in the paradigm that i have to phone the boy as he is the only person in the world that could understand - well, except for one of his friends but that is shhh for now...

so i'm leaving the shop after my usual 'indulgent' session and some guy goes to let me out...lol...instead of letting myself out i stood there and looked at him and waited for him to unlock the door, open it, and let me out.

how domme femme is that?

might not mean anything unless you know my history of being a gentleman with the ladies...so who do i bump into on my way home???? TING. the one that scares grot...

she's on her way home from that fucked up landmark trust thing that costs loads of . its like hello. you want ppl to tell you what to feel - go to church. if i'm in a bad mood the best thing for me is a good old fashioned pentecostal revival...snake handling optional -=- but will fucking put the world into perspective for you!

so anyway she drags me off to david from torture garden's birthday party at his new loft that he shares with david from tusk that i know from an old ron athey gig and it all got VERY messy from there. codktails, dancing, blah blah blah...even stroked some fit guy's hairy belly in memory of the boy...but it got me so down i went and hid on the couch.

so now friday its off to tg brighton without grot but with my new lingerie on and dior pink sandals. well, that is if i can quit puking, maybe get some sleep and get through my bootie call with sword boy tomoro

i just sent him a very cheeky txt asking him what time that i should show up to give him head - was that too forward of me??? lol
if so then he is definitely not the man for me

but we know that already...