1 week til my new toys!
So the other morning my (work) phone starts ringing at 7am. Just as I was about to fall back asleep, it starts ringing again. then again. then again. I get grumpy when ripped from my much needed sleep repeatedly. * I only answer my work line from 10am until 10pm (otherwise I would be answering the phone all the time)* That day, I made an exception, purely to bitch at the client who keeps calling and calling and never leaving a message, by answering around 9am. It was mister creepy guy, demanding an appointment right away... never demand anything from your annoyed domme. ever. I tell him he can have an appointment at 1pm ( I need text books). He informed me he had a job, and couldn't do it any other time than now. I informed him I too had a job, and my job permitted him to come at one. Around 11am, (while in the shower of course) the phone starts ring again. Constantly. Between that and the hoarking (sp?) guy from upstairs, I'm getting a bit peeved. Once dried, I answer the phone, and lo and behold, el creepio is on the other end. Apparently he called in sick and was coming at 1. What the hell, it's not like I don't encounter weird folk ever.... and besides, I can give him the beating he soooo deserves for interupting my beauty sleep. Now, I do need to give him credit for showing up -and on time... He wanted to roleplay as bad black slave / mean white mistress. Not exactly a stretch, but he wanted verbal abuse as well. Now, I hate using racial insults, but he begged for the n word, so... other than that, and the lack of his personal hygeine, the rest of the session went off without a hitch. As he was leaving, he asked for a glass of water. The second I turn my back, he grabs the money he paid for tribute and takes off. What the fuck! I was completly stunned... and as awesome as it would have been, I didn't vault over the railing from the second floor in my thigh high boots and little nurse dress. But that would have ruled for soooo many reasons. Anyways, I'm pissed and rattled and feel like such a moron for not taking the money with me like I usually do . Fucking hell.
TIme to bring back the bodyguard... Big tattooed ex-skinhead = no problems for me!
Other than that, my only news is that I got a crap teacher for physics and my new discman rules so much it will actually play my cds! Rock over london, rock on chicago, panasonic -ideas for life!
D.
So the other morning my (work) phone starts ringing at 7am. Just as I was about to fall back asleep, it starts ringing again. then again. then again. I get grumpy when ripped from my much needed sleep repeatedly. * I only answer my work line from 10am until 10pm (otherwise I would be answering the phone all the time)* That day, I made an exception, purely to bitch at the client who keeps calling and calling and never leaving a message, by answering around 9am. It was mister creepy guy, demanding an appointment right away... never demand anything from your annoyed domme. ever. I tell him he can have an appointment at 1pm ( I need text books). He informed me he had a job, and couldn't do it any other time than now. I informed him I too had a job, and my job permitted him to come at one. Around 11am, (while in the shower of course) the phone starts ring again. Constantly. Between that and the hoarking (sp?) guy from upstairs, I'm getting a bit peeved. Once dried, I answer the phone, and lo and behold, el creepio is on the other end. Apparently he called in sick and was coming at 1. What the hell, it's not like I don't encounter weird folk ever.... and besides, I can give him the beating he soooo deserves for interupting my beauty sleep. Now, I do need to give him credit for showing up -and on time... He wanted to roleplay as bad black slave / mean white mistress. Not exactly a stretch, but he wanted verbal abuse as well. Now, I hate using racial insults, but he begged for the n word, so... other than that, and the lack of his personal hygeine, the rest of the session went off without a hitch. As he was leaving, he asked for a glass of water. The second I turn my back, he grabs the money he paid for tribute and takes off. What the fuck! I was completly stunned... and as awesome as it would have been, I didn't vault over the railing from the second floor in my thigh high boots and little nurse dress. But that would have ruled for soooo many reasons. Anyways, I'm pissed and rattled and feel like such a moron for not taking the money with me like I usually do . Fucking hell.
TIme to bring back the bodyguard... Big tattooed ex-skinhead = no problems for me!
Other than that, my only news is that I got a crap teacher for physics and my new discman rules so much it will actually play my cds! Rock over london, rock on chicago, panasonic -ideas for life!
D.