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A Dom / Sub Fairytale......
10:00 Jun 22 2006
Times Read: 698

I find this quite hilarious.



Once upon a time there was this DOM and he had this supposed "SUB" that constantly flaunts the fact that she was a SUB.



But funny how the truth comes out.



Apparently, this so-called "SUB" of his only had maybe ONE "session" and the session didn't last long at all.



She could NOT handle the "pain" of the floggers



She flaunts her (ever so simple) rope suspension pictures on her profile and portfolio. And she has a journal entry about herself and her (now EX) DOM.



I cant help but to laugh my ass off at this



The DOM laughs constantly in mockery at this. considering she brags about being flogged, when in truth she could not handle it.



Safe to say, She is NO SUB. Never was and never will be.



**You must actually be able to find pain pleasureable and be able to tolerate it to a deep extent.**



This kind of lifestyle is not for everyone. Especially not this particular self-proclaimed SUB who would proberbly look 10 times better wrapped and suffocating in a plastic bodybag rather than a schoolgirl outfit.



roflmao.



anyhoo, so how does this story end:



In the end, this so-called SUB turned out to be nothing more than a simple piece of ass who was willing to "give it up" whenever told.



(This is not labeled a SUB, but simply a SLUT in training...or maybe it comes naturally....I'm willing to bet it comes naturally and is practiced quite often)



And the DOM...hahah well the DOM moved on to a better non-slutty someone who doesnt even have to be a SUB to give anything and everything to him when he wants it..and even suprise him in times when he doesnt even think about it. A someone who does NOT live the bdsm lifestyle, but yet enjoys getting flogged because they enjoy large amounts of pain.



In this ending, the so-called SUB is basically unwanted, non-existant and forgotten to her ex DOM.

And the DOM lived happily ever after with someone he fell head over heels IN LOVE with.



The End.

Drunk Dialing....
09:08 Jun 18 2006
Times Read: 707




Body: 20 Rules of Drunk Dialing:



1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement.



2.It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.



3.If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you"



4.Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something.



5.Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come.



6.Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober.



7.It is definitely a good idea to call all of your exes and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night.



8.You can also call this same ex and let hIM know, that you know, that HE still loves you. Then explain to HIM that I would still love me too!



9.If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time.



10.It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. Especially a show tune.



11.Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex crazed... Never angry.



12.Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem".



13.If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it.



14.Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing.



15.If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing.



16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually to costly to be a good idea. But if feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, brake rule 15 and use a friend's phone.



17.Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared. Don't forget the pickle buffing!



18.When dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 in the A.M. usually doesn't involve cards it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?"



19.Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends up with you blow drying your phone when your far to drunk to be using electronics and you wont be able to drunk dial anymore that night.



20.Never, I repeat, never drunk dial your boss, preacher-grandpa, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunk dialers

You Know You're From Louisiana When...
09:06 Jun 18 2006
Times Read: 708

Body: You Know You're From Louisiana When...



-Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.

-You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads .

-You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils. -

When you give directions you use "lakeside and riverside" not north & south.

-Your ancestors are buried above the ground.

-You get on a green trolley car to go to the park and a red one to the French Quarter.

-You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.

-Every once in a while, you have waterfront property.

-You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.

-You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.

-You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.

-You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.

-You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.

-Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.

-You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.

-No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.

-Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.

-Your house payment is less than your utility bill.

-You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras.

-You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.

-Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."

-Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.

-You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.

-You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.

-You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer.

-When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.

-You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.

-You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisiana.

Heartbreak
07:43 Jun 12 2006
Times Read: 726

(June 11, 2006) My heartbreaking phone conversation.

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Mother: Hey I tried calling your cell phone the last few days but theres no answer.



Me: Maybe thats because I've had it turned off.



Mother: why is it turned off? Do you not want to talk to me?



Me: Not anymore. Oh what?!? Now you finally have a few minutes to talk to me?



Mother: Of course I have time to talk to you. I always have time for you.

Guess what I quit my job and am working only part time now.



Me: Like I give a fuck.



Mother: What is wrong with you?



Me: Don't ask that unless you honestly want to know.



Mother: Of course I want to know, I care about you. You are my daughter.



Me: Funny you say that now. You never had any time for me. Never in the last few

years of my life.



Mother: Thats not true



Me: Could have fooled me. Fine here it is.



Honestly for the past month before I got to Cali I begged you damn near

everyday for you to sit and hold a conversation with me, no interruptions

at all. You always said you were too busy.



Mother: Thats not true.



Me: Ohh really?!? Then why is it that you didn't know that for over 3 months before

I got to Cali, I was pumping "shit" into my veins.



Mother: dead silence.



Me: Thats what the fuck I been trying to talk to you about. But you obviously

never fucking bothered to listen. You were always tooo busy.



Mother: dead silence



Me: I didnt have anyone else to talk to face to face about my problems. Thats why I begged you.

But of course, you were always to fucking busy with either work, or running the stupid fucking

restaurant, or you never would take your attention off of my son long enough to sit and talk to me

for a simple 10 minutes. So DON'T fucking tell me you listened to me. DON'T fucking tell me

you were there for me. Because you were NOT. So Thanks alot mother.



Mother: dead silence for awhile.



Mother: I didn't know you had any problems.



Me: No fucking shit. I wonder why... maybe it was the fact that you were too fucking

busy worrying about everything and everyone else to bother with me.



Mother: I'm sorry.



Me: Sorry?!? No, fuck that, "sorry" is not gonna work with me this time. I needed you

and you were never there.



Mother: I'm sorry.



Me: I dont wanna fucking hear it.



Mother: are you off the drugs now?



Me: YES. Because of Loki. Loki was the only one there for me when I needed someone. He's protecting me,

keeping me safe, and loving me.

Which is more than I can say for you.



Mother: Thats good, Im glad to hear Loki is treating you so good.



Me: Yeah he is... better than my own family.



Mother: Well, let me go now... I need to calm down. Please turn on your phone.

I'd like to call you and talk with you in the next few days.



Me: Maybe. I'll think about it.



Mother: I love you.



Me: yeah,sure.



*click*

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I thought that once I got here to Cali, I could let go of my past, and move on with my new life.



I am trying. But some things still linger in my mind.



I thought that once in Cali, I could put it all past me, and never tell my parents what I really

did, all the shit I got into before I left.



I knew that if I told my mom, it would damage her badly. It would break her heart.



And that it did. There was no other way for me to go about it.



I was beyond tired of hearing her completely deny and be totally "oblivious" to the fact that



when I needed her the most, she wasnt there for me. So I felt like I had to tell her.



To make her realize that she was NOT there for me like she believed she was.



She has been naive and oblivious to my entire life for the past few years.



I broke her heart. I heard it in her voice when I told her.



I broke her heart, and in doing so, I broke my own heart at the same time.



The fact that I hurt her is weighing on me, badly.



But I now have a new life...far away from them and with someone who actually takes the



time to listen to me on the rare occasions that I need to talk to someone.



I finally have someone who is there for me in every way possible.



I feel alone without my family. But I need to get over that.



I have loki now, and its about time I grow up and move on in life.



And here is where my journey beings, although I am honestly scared of



transition periods and dramatic life changes. This is something I am



trying to deal with.







I hate it. I know that with some of the things I have done, I have been a dissappointment



to my parents.





Sadly enough, the last few months before I left La.... they have been a major



dissappointment to me.



I know I hurt and dissappointed my mother today when I told her about everything.



I hurt and dissappointed myself at the same time.



again I state:



"I broke her heart. I heard it in her voice when I told her.



I broke her heart, and in doing so, I broke my own heart at the same time.



The fact that I hurt her is weighing on me, badly."



This is yet another puzzle piece in my life that will constantly weigh on my mind



and never let me rest.



I feel like shit.

Settled In...
11:46 Jun 03 2006
Times Read: 730

Its been wonderful being here with Loki.



Origionally, I was only supposed to visit him here in Cali for a short time.



From the night I arrived here, Loki and I have hit it off very well. Within a short time, Loki and I decided to advance our relationship and therefore, as it stand now, it looks like my new home is with Loki.



He does not want me to leave, and I do not wish to.

Wherever Loki will travel with his job, is where I will be as well.



I've been here almost a month now. Things are great.

We've had so much fun together not only on the weekends, but every day and night too.





Loki threw me in the car not to long ago, and suprised me with where we went.

We ended up in a few different stores, spending more money than I had wanted to.



Loki suprised me by buying me a pretty damn expensive computer program and a ton of new DVD's.

He says by him getting me this stuff, this will keep me occupied during the days when he is at work, that is.. if I dont decide to take his car and go "explore" the area.



So far, I am settled in very well. I have all the basic stuff I need to survive, plus a few extra things for enjoyment. And I have Loki.

Thats all I need.

And Loki is amazingly sweet enough to buy me little gifts here and there. And I do not and will not take that for granted.



Even though I hate him spending money on "material" things for me....I love every moment of it, but mainly because it is something special from him. Thats what I enjoy most.

as they say "Its the thought that counts"

Well the thoughts definately count for me, because they are from him.



Now, lately we have thrown out some ideas, for whatever kind of future we may have. It sounds good so far.



There is a possibility (no commitments and no promises yet) that we might be moving back to Louisiana and settling in down there.



If so, that would be great. If not, that works for me too.

I'm not picky. As long as I have Loki here with me, I dont care where we are.