The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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So my heart is doin its thing again grrrrrrr
beta blocker not keeping the pressure down either. Now I'm on a calcium channel blocker as well and i hate them. make me tired and cranky and now Im sure the Ds are going to be way too careful with me because doc wants a holter and a stress test and i cant afford either right now. I feel like I am going to cry.

:rose:


i need a fucking xanax

Since summer is here, I think we need to email Kool-Aid and ask them to start grinding it and putting it in the Surfin' Berry Punch.
 
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Nice to know I am not the only one who detests those type emails. I had one family member who no matter how many emails I sent asking how they were etc., all I ever got back were stupid chain mail. Now she wonders why I don't email her anymore.:rolleyes:

Catalina:rose:

At the time I was working 4ams and paying fifteen cents for each text, so yeah I was a little cranky.

But this is just my aunt being controlling. She told my mom to have me call her a few weeks ago because it was "very important". So I asked my mom what she wanted because my aunt never calls me or anything. Mom didn't know, and I don't want to be bothered if it isn't really something I need to be bothered with, so I asked mom to ask, and if she didn't feel like it was important to make an excuse for me. I never heard back.

Turned out when Mom asked, Aunty got pissed that I didn't just jump and do what she asked so never answered mom's inquiry.

Good riddance to bad rubbish I say.

Screw the xanax; I need the fucking.

Here here!

oh, and here. *giggles* :D
 
My mom shocked me when we were shopping not to long ago by proclaiming Taylor Swift is the only woman on earth that could swing her into doing chicks.

:eek:

Doesn't surprise me. She has borg-like qualities that wear you down: she has buckets of talent, she's genuine, and she's hot (except for her eyes, which I confess, for some reason that I can't pinpoint, kinda weird me out).

Oh. And I was talking about Taylor Swift, not your mom. Sorry, wenchiemom!
 
Doesn't surprise me. She has borg-like qualities that wear you down: she has buckets of talent, she's genuine, and she's hot (except for her eyes, which I confess, for some reason that I can't pinpoint, kinda weird me out).

Oh. And I was talking about Taylor Swift, not your mom. Sorry, wenchiemom!

Her eyes are all squinty. Like pig eyes, LOL.
 
I want more time in the day. I want it to cool off because I can't stand the heat. I want more sleep. I want some things to be easier because it certainly isn't the intriguing kind of challenge that makes me want to overcome it. It's the kind of challenge that makes me weary.
 
Doesn't surprise me. She has borg-like qualities that wear you down: she has buckets of talent, she's genuine, and she's hot (except for her eyes, which I confess, for some reason that I can't pinpoint, kinda weird me out).

Oh. And I was talking about Taylor Swift, not your mom. Sorry, wenchiemom!

Just looked her up (The Swift woman; wenchie mom is really elusive to googling) and all I can say is meh. She looks a lot precious to me, as if she were a grown up child beauty pageant star.
 
What up. Last time on KRCL, things were definitely rising out of a trough: the girl's issues with kink had mostly descended back under the surface, partly thanks to her house move, I was still being gossiped about because of the dumbest thing I'd done since I was six and tried to wash my father's car with mud, and I was a little bit in love with a lesbian.

The latter hasn't changed. I'm pretty sure it's actually gotten worse. What can I say, the heart wants what it wants and this one wants a gay girl who calls me 'boo'. This does, sadly, mean Etoile drops to the position of second-favourite lesbian. Sorry about that.

Things seem to have settled down, but I'm now starting to feel the distance - the missus lives the other side of London and our schedules rarely feel the need to work together, so moments where we can see one another are not common and have to be treasured. However, she's in the process of attending open days and pretty much all of the places she's considering are closer to me than she is now, including one that's (relatively) just around the corner. So this is progress.

She must actually like me a bit, by the way. I've told literally the worst jokes I've got in my arsenal and got laughs. I've admitted to her face that she'll always be second in my life to the Toronto Maple Leafs. She's seen me singing and has stuck around. None of these are things normal people would do.
 
Just looked her up (The Swift woman; wenchie mom is really elusive to googling) and all I can say is meh. She looks a lot precious to me, as if she were a grown up child beauty pageant star.

Looks aside, I think what impresses me is that at age 21, she already has five successful years of writing her own material. While I wouldn't put her in the same league, that fact conjures up glimmers of Buddy Holly.

And yes, I mean wenchiemom this time.
 
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I just ended my first D/s relationship. It was an online relationship, and he is married.

I've always known I'm lovable, he made me feel fuckable, I really needed to leave before I start to feel unlovable...

It hurts a lot. But I know I've made the right choice.
 
I just ended my first D/s relationship. It was an online relationship, and he is married.

I've always known I'm lovable, he made me feel fuckable, I really needed to leave before I start to feel unlovable...

It hurts a lot. But I know I've made the right choice.

I am so sorry you are hurting. Sometimes the hard thing and the right thing are the same. :(

So great that you proved yourself loveable by loving yourself enough to really be honest with what you need. Hugs and best wishes to you while you find your footing again. :rose:
 
So I've decided I wanna try to re-learn Spanish (insofar as I knew it in the first place, which wasn't a lot). I've been doing a little studying and, inspired by BiatchinFire, I went over to the Spanish-language Lit board. Not brave enough to actually post anything, but it was nice to know that even though I sometimes have to look up words, I can still pretty well follow the conversation. :)
 
Spent some good and fun time with my Ds tonight. Feel like I can breathe again. Don't know what I am going to do if they ever get bored with me, I am soooo addicted to this.
 
Come on world, I've been good, patient, tolerant and kind, I've got my shit sorted the last little while. I've grown up, I deserve a prize.

Throw me a bone. Please. Let me have this one.
 
Suffering through a major depression right now. Lost my sister 2 months ago, fiance broke up with me over the phone without reason two weeks ago. I am tired of people not caring. I always put on a smile like everything is fine so I don't dump my problems onto other people, but, I'm getting tired of feeling like a puppet. People using me and forming me as they wish. Never realized I allowed it to happen, but I did, and now the reprocussions (however you spell it) are forming.

I guess part of it is my own fault but most of it is out of my control. Sorry if I don't make sense, not in that much of a good state of mind to make anything sound a least bit intelligent.

Meh.....getting tired of the word sympathy, my heart demands empathy.
 
Suffering through a major depression right now. Lost my sister 2 months ago, fiance broke up with me over the phone without reason two weeks ago. I am tired of people not caring. I always put on a smile like everything is fine so I don't dump my problems onto other people, but, I'm getting tired of feeling like a puppet. People using me and forming me as they wish. Never realized I allowed it to happen, but I did, and now the reprocussions (however you spell it) are forming.

I guess part of it is my own fault but most of it is out of my control. Sorry if I don't make sense, not in that much of a good state of mind to make anything sound a least bit intelligent.

Meh.....getting tired of the word sympathy, my heart demands empathy.

sorry for your heart ache babe....I was hoping to be source of comfort for you
 
sorry for your heart ache babe....I was hoping to be source of comfort for you

You are my source of comfort =) Thank you so much for being there even when at times I ignore you. Your patience is very much cherished.
 
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