4/16/2024 9:22:53 AM: I get an email every day to let me know what free book titles are available. Usually the books aren't great, but I signed up as Princess (insert first name). Guaranteed smile every day.  How is it only Tuesday? It feels like a handful of Mondays. 

4/11/2024 5:57:57 PM: My Facebook feed is full of eyelash extension videos. I don't wear eyelash extensions, I don't search for them, I don't talk about them. Have you seen a video? Some sort of rubber is put over your eyelid and then your lashes are unnaturally pulled up and stuck on this thing. That's as far as I've made it through the video. It creeps me the fuck out. 

3/25/2024 1:05:27 PM: I just realized that I am giving my dog all of the things I want... Unlimited hugs, kisses, snuggles. Tell her she's a good girl. Speak softly and sweetly. Calm her nerves. Provide attention. Teach her. Offer comfort and stability. Try to maintain her schedule. Put effort into making a better life for her. Holy fucking schniekies. 

3/25/2024 1:04:48 PM: I didn't know there was such a thing as a praise kink until maybe a year ago. I just knew that there are certain words and phrases that I want to hear more than just about anything. I wasn't hearing about it or seeing it anywhere. I felt it. What I see all the time are words like slut, whore, and bitch. Very much a your kink is not my kink and that's okay situation. If I'm honest, it repulses me to be called a whore in any capacity. A good little whore? No, thank you. But that's all I would see, besides the occasional good girl. Granted, I'm no Magellan, but I read. That simple good girl has been the carrot dangling for so damn long.  There's a very specific empty spot in my brain reserved for something wonderful that opens with good girl. I didn't even know there was more. I'd walk through fire for that. 

3/17/2024 4:14:05 AM: I can't think of many mornings that I am happy about being up before the sun. Today is really no exception. Took the little miss outside so I could watch her do everything except her business. She sits down and looks at me like, now what? But that's another story. We went through our weekend morning routine and now I'm back in bed. The room is dark, the windows are starting to brighten, the air is crisp on my shoulders, my legs are warm under blankets, and the world is still. The whole day is ahead of me. Oh, pardon me, ahead of us. She's at my feet. Even if the rest is full of laundry and chores, this moment right now is pretty great.