I know I’ve skipped two weeks of Kinktionary and No Stupid (Kink) Questions (and, you know, everything but #SunnySunday) and those of you who were just starting to trust me again, are like, “Man, she’s never going to get her ass in gear.”
And you’re probably right. I will probably always be flakey when it comes to the blog (outside of professional obligations) because this is my space and sometimes I just don’t feel like it. I will never be as professional with this thing as some folks are because my blog is more of a journal than what blogs have become. I’m not a brand. I’m not a business. I’m just me, putting myself out there because I can.
But! This time I have an excuse that is not “I just didn’t feel like it” or “Everybody hates me” or “Nobody reads me, anyway.” (Yay, depression!)
So up until Tuesday, I still had my wisdom teeth. Read more…
So I was instructed to write about our day. Like I wouldn’t have anyway. Silly Master.
We’d talked about going to Denny’s for breakfast but it’s Sunday and Denny’s is the place to be on Sunday. Especially a brand new Denny’s in a poor neighborhood with at least ten nursing homes, assisted living facilities and senior apartment complexes within a ten minute drive at ten miles under the speed limit. So instead, we popped into a Dunkin Donuts and grabbed some breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Then we hit the road for some of our favorite places up north, singing and talking along the way.
First we wanted to go to the waterfall we went to the first week we were together. we were thwarted by a “Road Closed” sign that’s always there. I didn’t remember until we were on the way to Saratoga Battlefields. So we went to Ascension Stone (which they call Ascension Rock, but everyone I know calls it Ascension Stone) instead. It’s by the William Miller Chapel in Fairhaven, Vermont. Master didn’t trust me to remember how to get there since it had been quite a long time. Read more…
I used to be the kind of person who couldn’t survive without hope.
You know the type. They’re always chasing what “might be” and longing for who you “could be” and they’re never satisfied with what’s right in front of them.
That has been a step along the path to hating myself and my past less. Realizing that what could happen really doesn’t matter. I either need to find a way to accept what does happen or kill myself, cause what could happen and what I want to happen might never actually come to pass. And then what?! Then I’ve spent my whole life wishing and accomplished exactly jack and shit.
I don’t want to spend my whole life wishing. Read more…
We had a deal. Remember?
We were going to let each other find happiness. You were going to leave me alone, and I was going to leave you alone.
I kept my side of the bargain. Why won’t you keep yours?
Fuck. Off. I am through with you.
I refuse to be a victim again. This time, I will press charges if I have to.
We went to lunch today with the intention of cashing M’s check and dropping his pay stub off at a local car dealership for preapproval for a lease. We were gonna pop by the dealership some time next week and look at a car. We expected it to take a couple days to hear back.
When we walked into the dealership, it was empty. We asked for the guy M had spoken with on the phone, and were pointed to his desk. He took the pay stub and M’s license and walked to the finance office. A few minutes later, he came back and said, “Ya ready to pick a car?”
Uh… yeah?!
So we strolled the aisles and settled on a cute little black car. It’s got a couple scratches, so we’re gonna pick up some touch-up paint after we pick up the car.
The next hurdle was insurance, so we walked down the road to this little office with three desks and a woman with flowers on the ends of her pens. She was so insanely nice. And within 20 minutes, we were on our way out the do or with our insurance cards in our hand.
We pick it up on Tuesday. It’s covered by warranty so we’re going to take it to our mechanic. Make sure there’s nothing major wrong with it.
Next weekend? We’re gone. Who the fuck knows where. Just not here. I cannot wait. Pine trees here we come. ~blissful sigh~ God, how I’ve missed you.