Month: March 2004

Jeff sent me a frightening link just now. I followed bits of the page around until I came across this: http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0872/index2.html I am so shamed. The second set of Ninja Turtle Valentines? I got those when I was six, but I only had one friend, so I still have them. .

the lights have been off for an hour. last half of it has been spent thinking of things to write. stone having heard of the concept ‘yielding’ have decided to branch out into a new market – the futon. rather than in rest, time has also been spent trying to sneak quietly to the puter without waking adrian.  i think there may be an affinity here, this worries me. i’ve been very good at avoiding them, but not this one. two failed attempts he won’t remember in the morning. he sleepingly gave me a hug and a thank you for tucking him in and trapped me with his hands. mishka called this evening, still having boy troubles with her christian loveslave. i don’t ever recall her being rejected before. pity he said no – this would have been over by now.

ray as an ufo colliding with a bee

Sophie is amazingly dedicated to the cake making. I bow down to her cakey skills.
Adrian is making cookies on his bed. Yes. ON the bed. With flour and bowls and cookie sheets and everything.

And I,
I am drying my underwear and socks in his bedroom window. I figure it will give Adrian a bit more geek cred. Not to mention the boiporn of him that I’ve been passing along to our friends on the net.

go wish a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO !

Ray’s birthday is Tuesday. We’re ambushing him. Wanna help??

Tuesday late afternoon/evening

E-mail me at bloodkrystal @ the hotmail thingie for directions etc.

I actually suggested this be done with cats. Could you imagine trench warfare with cats being hurled about? Five pointy ends flashing at you at 15 miles per hour. We would have won so fast there would be whiplash.

*meaorrrrr*

Things learned at SinCity:

•  in spite of short shorts, Nicholson still manages to be a big sexy bunny rabbit.
• Adrian has hardly any  sense of rythym but dances anyways (yay)
• (plus it’s one of the cutest things in the world to watch him dirty dance with girls)
• like, really really adorable (aww – widdle whiteboy dancing… AWWWWW)
• some people can dance in short shorts.
• and huuuuuge scary shoes.
• and both
• and still look good *puzzled at that one*
• I really don’t like the tongue/ear combination
• threatening to whip certain people will help them quit smoking, because then there’s a reward
• it is possible to meet lovely people at fetish nights who aren’t wierd
• it is more than possible to dance till you drop
• the dropping part isn’t as fun
• the thought of actually getting physically intimate with anyone at the moment actually makes me ill
• again
• fetish night still has far superior music to goth night
• there are less large leering men than previously remembered
• I’m learning to dance again
• though not used to falling over yet
• the elf guy with the staring game still looks like Bill
• plastic boning is evil

and that’s not it, but that’s all for now

 

I so hurt.

I danced almost five hours straight. I can’t walk today and I was continually woken by muscles protesting violently when I moved in my sleep. My right leg has some sort of semi-permenant charlie-horse today. (Why charlie-horse, why not a stacey-goose…?)

I’m to take Robin out today, and I’m not sure I’ll survive.

I’ve gothed up vaguely for SinCity tonight. It’s not much, but should pass muster at the door. It’s not like it’s a fussy fetish night. It’s not like I have a fetish that involves leather. The damned plastic-boned corset dress just refuses to fit properly unless effort is involved, and I don’t feel it’s worth it. Silks for me this evening.  I’ll make sure pictures are caught. My lips have been purpled, deepend aubergine as plums. No make-up, so I did do with hair dye.

 

I want my hair back.