Unpacking one of the last boxes late last night and I came across the Micheal Jackson scrapbook I had made when I was a kid. A lot of the articles were dated 1985-86. I forgot I had that book. I was obsessed with the guy.
I thought my knowledge of the Jackson 5 was something I had acquired over the years.
Now I'm mentally distrubed by the guy.
What a weirdo.
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The other day I thought I had finally gone bonkers. I was hearing a super quiet "cuckoo" clock noise. Looked everywhere for the source. It was Ro's cellphone, He had left it on my bookshelf.
So for today, I still have my sanity. Tomorrow's another day, though.
I came across a diary the other day, of Someone I used to see in an alternative lifestyle chat room. Was weird. Never got buddy buddy with Him, but always figured Him to be a cool Guy. With His ultra-cool sunglasses. Meow. I once teased about His choice of slipper fashion, He got mad. For that I apologize, I hate makin' people mad.
Nuh.
Am desiring chocolate. Oh, frozen chocolate in freezer....
short break for chocolate fix
Righty-o, much better. And not a single ice cream headache.
Ro's going to seek out the mentoring of another Dominant, One that I've always liked, and admired - One whom I've always felt free to go to when having a question pertaining to BDSM.
I'm excited for Ro... He's already a "good" Dominant, and there is no "but" to that statement. Maybe a "but damn almighty I can't wait until He starts learnin' different knots! Weeeaw!"
The same Dominant gave Ro 50 feet of blue rope last weekend, cus He knew about my love for rope. Hot diggity - what a cool Sir.
Ro's basement is almost finished... He's been working on it, converting into a mini-dungeon for us... our own little playspace. Ain't that nice?
You have been quiet today - still reading thru that analmag?
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Still wishing I had been the one to be so clever!
