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A Day In The Life…Or Something

September 28th, 2016 Comments off

Caught! Little fucker.

Caught! Little fucker.

Today, we moved the litter box upstairs. And by we, I mean me.

Yes, litter box, singular. I realize the general rule is one cat, one box, but M doesn’t want two boxes. Is adamant that we not have two boxes. So we’ve got one.

We moved it for everyone’s comfort. We originally put it in the bathroom because why not, right? There was room, and we poop in the bathroom so why shouldn’t the cats poop in the bathroom? Plus, with the litter box in the bathroom, I’m forced to clean it every day because it’s right there in our faces, and who wants to take a bath with a stinky litter box? Not me, that’s for sure.

I mean, not that I go more than one day without cleaning it. That’s just gross. And Bash insists on stepping in the poop and then walking it all over the house, so even if I wanted to go more than one day without cleaning it, I can’t, because that little turd will spread his turd love everywhere.

I don’t want your turd love, kitty. Read more…

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Memories

September 26th, 2016 Comments off

She was using my neck to brace herself. Brat.

She was using my neck to brace herself. Brat.

Ages ago (or, at least, it feels that way), a woman I thought I was friends with posted on her (now defunct) blog about how I didn’t know how she took her coffee, so I clearly didn’t know her.

She didn’t flat out say she was talking about me. It’s possible she even pretended she was talking about someone else. I can’t remember.

I do remember that, at the time, I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out who she was talking about. And I didn’t really care. I was wrapped up in my own personal drama (who isn’t?), and a rant about how a cup of coffee proves you don’t know someone wasn’t really at the top of my list of things to worry about.

There was a deeper message about how you can’t get to know a person by reading their blog which (maybe intentionally) completely erased all of the time we spent talking outside of our blogs, and the time we spent commiserating about our psychotic boss, and the amount of time I spent defending her to our psychotic boss (to my own detriment) to make sure she didn’t lose her job. Read more…

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One Mouse Humanely Removed…Sort Of.

September 21st, 2016 Comments off

So we were watching Lucifer, when we heard this crash.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked the man of the house.

“I don’t know. I hope it was the cats,” he replied.

We both got up, and he walked into the bedroom.

“It’s the mouse,” he yelled, and then proceeded to just stand there while Priss chased it around the room.

I knew it was going to be my responsibility to get it, because he can’t handle mice. Or bugs. Or most things that are creepy crawly.

He knew it, too, as he just stood there in the doorway, preventing me from getting inside. Read more…

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Blog Digest: e[lust] 86

September 21st, 2016 Comments off
Photo courtesy of Modesty Ablaze

Photo courtesy of Modesty Ablaze

Welcome to Elust 86

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On Self-Objectification

Female Orgasms – Addressing Women’s Sexuality

Migraine – A Sexual Spiritual Explanation

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Can You Train a Sub to Orgasm on Command?

Rupert Campbell-Black and me…

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Yes I’m a Sexblogger and No I don’t care about your dick

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All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy! Read more…

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Mouse Poop Ruins the Morning

September 16th, 2016 3 comments

The morning started off great. Gave Master a blow job. He got me off.

…then I opened the silverware drawer.

Our new house is an old farmhouse built in the 1800s, so I expected mice. I just wasn’t expecting them this soon. Bleh.

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Move to the Country, Change Your Life

September 12th, 2016 1 comment

This is about the amount of counter space I had at the old place. Here, it's about 1/3 of my counter space. I was able to do all my prep on another counter and still have room next to the stove for everything else. I fucking love this kitchen.

This is about the amount of counter space I had at the old place. Here, it’s about 1/3 of my counter space. I was able to do all my prep on another counter and still have room next to the stove for everything else. I fucking love this kitchen.

We’ve been making some pretty major lifestyle changes since the move.

That sounds like crazy talk, since we’ve only been here a week and five days. How can you make lifestyle changes in a week and five days? Will they even stick?

Some of them have been forced upon us by the move. Others are things we’ve wanted to change forever but haven’t had the mindset to do so.

And Schenectady is such an enabler.

The #SchenectadyDoesntSuck crowd will try to tell you that’s not true, but most of them don’t actually live in Schenectady. They live in the small outskirt towns, where the blight GE left in the wake of its mass exodus doesn’t quite reach. They only go into Schenectady to work in its offices that don’t generally employ native Schenectadians, or to enjoy Proctors, or to take advantage of Schenectady County Community College’s programs.

They’ve never watched in disgust while the news reported blatant lies about how the government and rich business owners are improving the neighborhood where they live. Read more…