erg

i try to be cheerful and perky in the morning. Really, i do. Today? erg. It just doesn't move me Bob, yanno?

Too much to do with no money or time with which to do it. Like a treadmill lined in spaghetti; i keep running and slipping, but not necessarily falling on my face, which is what makes it look easy to others. Maybe if i fell on my face more they'd know how tough this is?

Some days i think that i am into D/s not because my soul IS the "s" that i play on TV, but because my life is so freakin' "D" that i need an escape. On the other hand (there's always another hand) i don't know any other way to be me other than by facilitating other's happiness. It's what i do. It's who i am.

Damned spaghetti.