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|Sunday, January 21st, 2007|
|Wednesday, December 27th, 2006|
|a smorgas borg, and christmas too
There's really been no striving for excellance here. Just simply fun and alot of sillyness. Hopefully I'm not the only one who will enjoy a couple of these.
We took Nikki to the pet store to buy her stocking stuffers and they had santa hats, and elf hats and doggles. If you knew her, you'd know what she was saying to us with her eyes...it's not very nice.( want variety? Look under the cutCollapse )
I really hope everyone had a jolly one and got to spend your christmas' with someone special. I look forward to seeing the moments you captured of your holiday. Current Mood: tired
|Tuesday, December 5th, 2006|
|Dog day afternoon
The dog trips me out. Cheryl went o a psychic once and he told her that her dad would communicate to her through dogs. Her dad was a weird animal person. So is Cheryl. We went to the same guy for a couple's reading, and he said that in the future I would be able to communicate with dead people. It was a full reading-he was dead on about mabe 60%, totally off on 15%, and 25% has yet to be seen. Between what he told her in her first meeting, and then the couple's thing, I'm right tripped out. The dog would trip me out regardless, but now my imagination has something to chew on. Sometimes Nikki is just so....odd. Every night when we go to bed, we lift the duve and the top sheet, an she crawls down between us and leps at our feet. Last night she wouldn't stop cuddling my head. We kept trying to get her to go under, but she kept licking my head and cuddling up to it. I'm like "what's a matter, Lassie? Need counselling? Huh?" Sometimes through the day when we're alone here together she won't leave my side. Literally...if I go to get a tissue or take a leak, she'll be needy or want to check up on me. It's Cheryl's dog, but the thing has it for me like nothing I'v ever seen. It's a dog...it can't have father issues. But it does! We both walk in the door, Nikki zips past Cheryl and jumps into my arms, licking me frantically. What's she saying? "see bitch? He loves ME! MY man!" When we go to bed, if Cheryl's already in and under, Nikki will sit on my side of the bed, head cocked, watching waiting for me. Won't budge until I come to bed. This is not a two way street...she only does this with me and she's only been my dog for 2mnths. She's been Cheryl's dog for 2yrs!
Sometimes she looks at me funny too.......
Weird. Current Mood: uncomfortable
|Monday, November 20th, 2006|
We went to the sex show yesterday, which was apparently considerably worse than last year. From what Cheryl, I have no doubt. There was no dungeon! Whatever. Dungeon, smudgeon. Floggers and blah, blah, blah were at plenty of the "vanilla" booths, though probably of lesser quality. What I was excited to see and maybe buy were violet wands. Better yet-demonstrations. I'm just curious about utilizing electricity as a tool/toy, and what a crazy thought as it is. ELECTRICITY!!! Alas, one booth propriotor speculated that the BDSM people didn't want to make the trip from Vancouver. Fuck them, I say!
It really turned out to be nothing exciting. Everything you could get in the world's biggest porn store. Woop-dee-do. I'm not so easily impressed. I was really hoping to see those violet wants!
Cheryl wasn't impressed either. So unimpressed that I thought she was PMS-ing, at one point. In fact, this turned out to a result of my accusing her of faking orgasms. It was a small conversation while we were walking. I just assumed she did because I assume all women do. I really could care less. I don't get caught up in it. Fake it/don't fake it. Whatever-you're doing it for yourself-trust me. If I want you to cum, you'll fucking cum. Period. But yeah...I basically said just that and didn't catch the connection later when I was ready to lose it on her. When I mentioned PMS-ing hours later, she retorted "well, you said that I fake orgasms!" and I was shocked. Like "wha? You remember that? hours ago...get over it. And it's true, by the way." So we had to converse and purge. Harmony has once again found its balance.
Impressed or not, we still bought stuff. Why? cause we could. And cause we're pervs that don't have the technical ability to build the sick shit we think up in our heads, so we have to buy other people's designs. We got:
Full leg/wrist restraints for the bed. They'll stay there-yay! These new ones are velcro, though we've already got nice, leather wrist/ankle cuffs with various connectors that make things like hog tying user-friendly.
Glassware. I forget the name, but it's a butt plug,/small dildo in one. Throw it in the dishwasher and the glass stays warm for a long time. Also looks like simple, purdy glassware.
A 7" dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. This thing is so much neater to watch being used than I would've ever thought.
More wrist restraints that are made for doors. Put the little bobby thing on the other side of the door, close it and there's two great secured wrist restraints. Good for all your flogging purposes.
Aaaannddd that's it.
Oh, and I got a job. In construction. Something I know nothing about. I can barely use a tape measure, let alone power tool(and I have noooo aptitude for it), but it's going well. I just want to keep doing things that force my brain to think differently. Yeah, I have the things I excell at, but what will my life amount to if I stick to those? It's humbling, but I want to grow in my life, so I have to bite the bullet. Current Mood: tired
|Monday, November 13th, 2006|
Cheryl's christmas decorating. We've had the Christmas stuff out for a week, but it's a daunting task, to decorate. Looking at all those old boxes. There's no way to do it in an orderly fashion. Chaos is a bit of a given.
She's decorating, and I'm tucked away fucking with LiveJournal,Limewire, and Mulled Wine.
Mulled wine is new to me. Tasty stuff, but it takes some getting used to if you're not a frequent red wine drinker.
I feel bad, tucking myself away like I am. I go out there, and something's been newly christmas beautified by her hands and I'm sorry that I'm not helping, but it really is a get-in-the-way sort of thing. Standing there, waiting to be told what should go where.
Meh...no, it's not like that, and it wouldn't be like that. There's an aversion, but it's on my end and without any obvious cause. Her house/her christmas stuff, but she makes it all feel very much mine. And I do, genuinely feel it, so I don't know what's left. What's the hold up...
I should go try. I've made myself feel too bad not to now. But she's doing a really great job all on her own. Really, she is. Current Mood: blank