Master8inch

This is getting ridiculous. I'm hiding and reporting as spam what seems like 10 profiles a day.

Went to Nashville yesterday. Hung out with one of my friends at Anime Day then went to the Hustler Store (actual store, not a strip club) and got some fun new toys. Now, I just need some gals to use it on. I'll probably post up a collection of equipment sometime soon.

So I turned on my speakers and grabbed the prong to plug it into my computer. Only, when I grabbed the prong, it started picking up a radio signal and broadcasting it over the speakers...

Hot damn! World Series Game Six! That was intense! Amazing comeback by the Cards to win it in the 11th. One of the greatest World Series games ever played.

Why do people get so hung up on apologizing over the stupidest shit? Why do you feel compelled to say, "I'm sorry," when someone gets a papercut, runny nose, flat soda, or itchy ass? Save your sympathy for the important shit so it can actually sound genuine. Yeah, I had a flat tire. That sucks, but guess what! I changed the fucker because I know how to. My nose was running so I wiped it. My balls itched so I scratched them even though I was in a fucking bank!

When my grandpa died back in June, and people were sympathizing, I'm appreciated it. I needed that because I loved my grandfather very much and mourned his death. I still tear up when I think about it. Same as when I found out I was getting discharged from the Army. That hit me hard. It truly was a calling for me.

But my point is, save your emotions for something that deserves them.

Hard to believe it's been 10 years already since that horrible day. I ask that today that everyone ignore those who would disrespect and/or belittle the military and this great country it defends. Instead, thank the members of the Armed Services and remember those people who died ten years ago and have died between now and then. Proud Veteran! Hooah!

Four months and 4 days until my 2 year mark of being a member on CollarMe. Doesn't seem to have been so extensive a time.

Crazy smile? Check! Crazy eyes? Double check! Incoherent, random babbling of a genius who wishes to give an impression of total insanity? Maybe later, when I'm bored enough.

I tawt I taw a puddy tat! I did! I did taw a puddy tat!

Back in West TN, trying to find work and a new sub/slave. But work is more important to me. Gotta pay my bills, after all.

Also, it irks me to no end when the people of this site render their journal illegible by using a text color and a background color that when combined are practically indistinguishable. What makes you think that black text on a black background can be decyphered, you lackwits?

All you mother fuckers make my eyes hurt when you say read my journal and then make it so difficult to do so. Please, do the world a favor, and either leave the text black and the background white, or just delete your profile and go die.

Can you read that? Regardless, now you know how I feel.

Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans. To everyone else, enjoy your Monday. :p

Yesterday was a good day. I spent the day hanging out with a friend. Tried smoking hookah. Very interesting and fairly pleasant experience. We went to see the new Pirates movie. I highly recommend it. And, I went to my first sex shop. They didn't have thumb cuffs, which disappointed me. Then, at the day's end, I tied her up and drove her over to her boyfriend's to introduce him to her fetish. Apparently, he took it very well and enjoyed himself thoroughly. It's always nice to help a friend out.

Today's interesting tidbit: The song, "Mary Had a Little Lamb," is anecdotal in reference to prayer in school.

40 days until I turn 20. Anybody gonna give me a birthday present?

Hope everyone is having a Happy New Years. Party hard and remember: safe, sane, and sober, the 3 Tenets of BDSM.

Something I noticed the other day: My initials, S.A.M., are also the first letters of Sadism and Masochism. Cool coincidence.

The worst thing about having a brand new pair of hinged handcuffs is having nobody to put them on.

It's really quite annoying to me. I start talking to people and I'm afraid that I'm going to put them off or scare them away by being too enthusiastic or seeming fake in my eagerness. I know that it's a problem sometimes. But I can't tell when it is or isn't. This paranoia, this insecurity, stems from my issues with social interactions with other people, especially females, and my past relationships.

The common saying is, "Be yourself." Well, what if yourself is too outside the norm. I try to act somewhat normal, but I'm not capable. It irks me. And then, when I act true to my nature, I scare people away. I've had a very few friends who have stuck with me through thick and thin. I have had fewer relationships where I appealed to my S.O. for the long-term. But, they always hurt me. They leave me or cheat on me. It's driving me up the wall.

And the worst part of it all, I realize it's a bit of an emotional phase for me. In a few days, I'll feel fine and dandy. And after a few more weeks, or getting screwed over or blown off by a date, I'll be here again, right back where I started. It's quite a conundrum that I look forward to solving one day by finding the right woman for me and making her mine, forever.

Been in Florida for a month now. Nice place to be. Kind of boring on the weekends.

Posted a picture of my new tattoo. Got it Friday. It's on my right pectoral. Enjoy.

So it seems that no matter where I look, or if I just let the love come to me, or if I just try being something more with a friend, it only ends in heartbreak. This latest girl, well, she was the perfect one. Quite literally perfect for me. Then she just never'd me. But she was honest. A clean break heals quickly. But I'd rather never feel broken at all. It just happens all too often but I can't stop looking for love. I can't just find some random sub or slave and not have any emotional connection to her. And I don't wish I could do so. It's just that after so many heartbreaks in so little time, I feel nauseated, abused, unappreciated. Part of me wants to just disassociate from her completely, but I just can't leave her be, even though I know nothing will ever result.