*Sigh.*
Drama's everywhere, these days, and though I'm seemingly unphased it's really beginning to take it's toll on me.
But, eh, whattaya gonna do?
I've made an attempt at siphoning my anger and frustration into various creative endeavors, but...to no avail. I've just not got the time to be creative and/or do the things I used to do. I spend all my time with other people, doing other things. It's my way of distracting myself from this anger and frustration that's pent up inside me...
Most of all, though, I find I have little or no motivation to do the things I want to do, which is what I actually find most frustrating, since I want to do them but just don't feeeeel like moving.
Boohoo, right?
Moving on...
After a recent excursion thought the mess that was my room, I discovered that a certain someone must have taken quite a few of my sex toys, because they've suddenly (or perhaps not-so-suddenly) come up missing. I just havn't noticed, since I've had no use for them in months.
Now, we're not talking little rinky-dink, $7.99 vibrators, we're talking around (if not well over) $500 or so in sex toys - vibrators and other phallic-like objects (including 2 rather pricy glass pieces...), a set of limb spreaders, various cuffs and collars and restraints...the list goes on.
Maybe I just didn't notice they were gone? I don't know, but I'm quite upset by the whole ordeal.
On a somewhat similar note, I found a super nice non-leather riding crop at the riding store down the street from where I work, and they'll also be able to get me pre-sterilized hypodermic needles, and at a fairly cheaper price than I've found them on the internet...!
And...I would love this:
My goodness!
Can you believe that bad boy is only $235? I've begun saving for it already...
And this thing:
GOODNESS! It's silent, and completly controlled by your movment...! This, however, is roughly $800. I'm sure I can do just fine on my own for $800, but...you gotta have goals!
Ok, next:
This. I certainly don't want this, but I felt the need to show it to you guy, since it made me say "ouch."
For some reason, I find these extremely sexy:
I think, maybe, I like them for the same reason I like that skull mask that the boy has...Oh my. So hot!
If this were black, it would be incredibly hot:
And I'd like these, to go with it:
Ahhh...if I were a millionaire, I'd buy a ton of sex toys. And I'd use them every day.
Too bad I'm not a millionaire.
On a semi-related note, I've been approaced by This Guy. Aparently, he'd like to photograph me. As of yet, I'm still trying to decide if he's legit, or if he's just another creepy guy trying to see me naked.
And with that said, I've still got to pack for my MSI weekend with 2inchpenis and whoever else is going along with us. We're going to NY friday, and then to Northampton and then Boston...to see MSI.
Cliff also invited me down to Philly to see MSI on the 12th, though I don't know if I'll be able to go to that.
We'll see what happens, I guess.
Going to spend tomorrow with The Boy before I don't get to see him forfuckingever. It's the only bad thing about going away all weekend to see MSI - I won't get to see him until forever.
It sucks a wee bit that he's got the kiddies every other weekend, puts a slight cramp in our time together, and though that's selfish of me to say and I feel a little bad about it...eh..it's how I feel. Sorry..?
Regardless, I get to go to band practice with him again. I love that shit. Always fucking entertaining, crazy bastards, they are!
Anyway, my feet are stinky and I'm tired...
And...completly unrelated...
I want a damn testimonial! Someone give me one!
Drama's everywhere, these days, and though I'm seemingly unphased it's really beginning to take it's toll on me.
But, eh, whattaya gonna do?
I've made an attempt at siphoning my anger and frustration into various creative endeavors, but...to no avail. I've just not got the time to be creative and/or do the things I used to do. I spend all my time with other people, doing other things. It's my way of distracting myself from this anger and frustration that's pent up inside me...
Most of all, though, I find I have little or no motivation to do the things I want to do, which is what I actually find most frustrating, since I want to do them but just don't feeeeel like moving.
Boohoo, right?
Moving on...
After a recent excursion thought the mess that was my room, I discovered that a certain someone must have taken quite a few of my sex toys, because they've suddenly (or perhaps not-so-suddenly) come up missing. I just havn't noticed, since I've had no use for them in months.
Now, we're not talking little rinky-dink, $7.99 vibrators, we're talking around (if not well over) $500 or so in sex toys - vibrators and other phallic-like objects (including 2 rather pricy glass pieces...), a set of limb spreaders, various cuffs and collars and restraints...the list goes on.
Maybe I just didn't notice they were gone? I don't know, but I'm quite upset by the whole ordeal.
On a somewhat similar note, I found a super nice non-leather riding crop at the riding store down the street from where I work, and they'll also be able to get me pre-sterilized hypodermic needles, and at a fairly cheaper price than I've found them on the internet...!
And...I would love this:
My goodness!
Can you believe that bad boy is only $235? I've begun saving for it already...
And this thing:
GOODNESS! It's silent, and completly controlled by your movment...! This, however, is roughly $800. I'm sure I can do just fine on my own for $800, but...you gotta have goals!
Ok, next:
This. I certainly don't want this, but I felt the need to show it to you guy, since it made me say "ouch."
For some reason, I find these extremely sexy:
I think, maybe, I like them for the same reason I like that skull mask that the boy has...Oh my. So hot!
If this were black, it would be incredibly hot:
And I'd like these, to go with it:
Ahhh...if I were a millionaire, I'd buy a ton of sex toys. And I'd use them every day.
Too bad I'm not a millionaire.
On a semi-related note, I've been approaced by This Guy. Aparently, he'd like to photograph me. As of yet, I'm still trying to decide if he's legit, or if he's just another creepy guy trying to see me naked.
And with that said, I've still got to pack for my MSI weekend with 2inchpenis and whoever else is going along with us. We're going to NY friday, and then to Northampton and then Boston...to see MSI.
Cliff also invited me down to Philly to see MSI on the 12th, though I don't know if I'll be able to go to that.
We'll see what happens, I guess.
Going to spend tomorrow with The Boy before I don't get to see him forfuckingever. It's the only bad thing about going away all weekend to see MSI - I won't get to see him until forever.
It sucks a wee bit that he's got the kiddies every other weekend, puts a slight cramp in our time together, and though that's selfish of me to say and I feel a little bad about it...eh..it's how I feel. Sorry..?
Regardless, I get to go to band practice with him again. I love that shit. Always fucking entertaining, crazy bastards, they are!
Anyway, my feet are stinky and I'm tired...
And...completly unrelated...
I want a damn testimonial! Someone give me one!
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
rocketeer:
hmmmm, looks like fun
swanlee:
He he, nice toys, I'm still better though 