10/19/2008 7:49:37 AM: So I checked my mail this morning to find this lovely message:"then why don't you get a damn Dildo and get the hell off of this site! this is for real people not players and wannabe's Geeeeeeeeeeez"I had intended to respond with:"If I were a player or a wannabe, wouldn't I lie on my profile? You're silly.This is a bdsm site. Not a hookup site. If I wanted to have sex with someone besides my current companion, I could go to a bar or another site. What is stated on my profile is what I want specifically.When people send random, angry, illiterate messages like that, it really gives off the assumption that they have a shitty personality and can't find a hole to fuck unless it has the self-esteem of a herpes-ridden derelict."-to find that he'd preemptively blocked me. A quick look at his profile makes me wish, yet again, that this site had real admin. It's alright, though; I'm far more smart, attractive, and by the looks of it, well off morally, than he is.Feel free to point and laugh at the "Good Dom" in Arkansas :)

10/17/2008 6:44:48 AM: Oh God, Please let him emphasize and understand. I'd appreciate it. Vastly.Pretty please?

10/13/2008 6:00:44 AM: Choke chain; too-tight shirt; rope; thong; gag; clamps; bruised ass and tits; boots.ah, l'amour.

10/12/2008 5:12:13 AM: The thought of going to work today just might make me cry. I'm taking my journal, diary, whatever you want to call it. During the mindnumbingly long day I'll have Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, Native Son, and Dawn to amuse me, but honestly, I'd much rather lay in bed with a certain guitar-playing stranger all day.I miss that. Nonsensical strumming unplugged while I feign annoyance page after page after page...But I will have that journal, and I will have that occasional thought in my stupid little head. Big sigh. Big, big, big, lazy, tired sigh.I really ought to go to sleep already.