Already?

We didn't do a lot today. We mainly just killed time here at home before we had to head down to His mother's for dinner. It wasn't as bad as it normally is. It was actually pretty relaxed most of the time. There were a few topics that came up that were rather... sensitive. Aside from that though, it was okay.

I cannot believe that tomorrow is Monday already. I mean I know that I had a four day weekend and it honestly didn't go by overly quickly, but still. I think part of the problem is that I know this upcoming week is going to suck. My work load has been difficult to predict lately and I have a feeling that since I wasn't at work on Thursday or Friday I got slammed those days.

I just have that kind of luck, ya know?

On the bright side hopefully that means I can convince my supervisor to let me get some overtime in. Not that I want to actually do overtime, but because the time and a half would be nice. It also helps that this is my full week, which is also what sucks. It helps because that means I have more time to get shit done. It sucks because well, that means I have to stay all day Friday.

Yes, I know I sound like a whiny bitch right now about work. But fucking hell dude. I'm just not up for it lately. Mentally speaking I mean. I think it's because I'm nervous about the upcoming job hunt. Or I at least thing it has something to do with it.

Either way I have really no control over how long it takes me to find a good job to replace the one I have now. Well, I do in so far as I don't have to take whatever job is offered simply because I need out of there. That's not the case at all. If I'm going to leave my current job I want to be picky. Let's just hope it all works out in the end and that the end is sooner rather than later once the actual hunt begins.

E-Mail

In about two weeks I'll be starting my search for a new job. I'm waiting just to make sure that I actually get that next mini break I'm taking in two weeks. That way I'll feel like I've had a bit of a breather.

I'm hoping that the job hunt doesn't take long honestly. But that's probably not going to happen. It's not a bad thing to hope for though.

I was thinking about it just a few hours ago for some reason. I have three different e-mail addresses. My e-mail attached to this blog. My android phone e-mail as I didn't want that associated with any of my other e-mail addresses. That way anything from the phone provider or anything along those lines only goes to that e-mail. And then there is my primary e-mail address where absolutely everything else goes. 

Well, my primary one is just getting filled with more and more junk mail since I do use it for everything.

So I figured that maybe I should create a brand new e-mail address for the job search. It will most likely become my actual primary e-mail address and the one I have set as my primary right now will become the "junk" e-mail address that I use to sign up for stuff. In fact, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Also, I can check my new e-mail address right from my phone and not have to go through a lot of steps to do so as it is permanently stored on my phone and is an auto login. My current primary e-mail address takes more steps because it goes through our internet provider and is harder to login to from my phone. Also, for some reason the login page doesn't like to play nice on my phone.

I know Master is rolling His eyes reading this and thinking that I don't need to check my e-mail from my phone, but for the job search stuff I like the thought of being able to check it on my lunch break and things of that nature.

I know that sounds like a lot. Four separate e-mail addresses. But I find it easier for me to have different e-mail addresses for different things. I have no idea why it helps but it does. When I log into a specific e-mail address I know what it is used for and can then fly through the stuff I need, the stuff I want, and the stuff I can just delete.

Man, it kind of sounds like I'm an e-mail address hoarder. *laughs*

Spoiled Mutt

Master accuses me of spoiling our dog. He's four years old now. We got him when he was 1. And I'll admit that when we first came home I went completely overboard. However, I did that because I had no idea what he would like. So I came home with like eight different toys, five different kinds of treats, and of course the necessities. Dog bowl, new collar, etc.

Since then we have of course learned what the pup likes. He's our 80lbs lap dog. If he can try to find a way to curl up on you somehow, trust me he'll do it. Granted he'll be crushing you a little bit while he does it, but hey... that's what happens when large dogs think they are small.

Anyway, I had some errands to run today. One of them was running to the pet store in order to get new litter for our three rabbits.

While I was there I browsed a bit but didn't see anything else we needed. We get the bunny food from another store and the pup already had treats. So I went to the check out line. While I am standing there they have those impulse buy items. The line was a little long so I look a little bit. I normally don't do that. But for whatever reason I did.

That's when I saw it.

I kind of have matching accessories for our dog. He is black, white and caramel brown. The caramel brown is mainly just small highlights here and there.

So, his leash is black. And his harness and collar are black with small white jolly rogers all over them. I think it looks fucking awesome!

So what do I see today? A dog tag that has a jolly roger on it. It is one of those dog tags where you pay for it and then go to a little machine in the store to get it engraved right then and there. The dog tag he currently had is a blue bone. I decided to go ahead and get the jolly roger one.

I checked out and then went over to the little machine. Once that was done I left and went home.

After I got settled I showed Master the new tag. He rolled His eyes at me and kind of smirked. It's not that He doesn't like it. He just commented on how I spoil the mutt and that there was nothing wrong with his current tag. He knows exactly what I bought it. Because I thought it was awesome. So He put it on the pup's collar.

He then said that I should gotten him a new collar too because the jolly rogers on his collar are wearing off. So a little later in the afternoon we took the pup and went down to the store. Unfortunately they didn't have it in his size. So instead we bought a new leash. Since spring is coming up we decided to change his current leash to the one he is tethered with outside and buy a new one for walks and going outside.

At least it wasn't a wasted trip. After we got home I decided to "fix" the tags a bit. I wanted them in a different order and all on one ring instead of two. Yes, I know I'm weird. But hey, the dog is styling so what do I care? *laughs*

At least I get him interesting stuff that is practical. A dog tag, a leash, a harness, things of that nature. I don't buy little doggy clothes or anything like that. He does have two bandanas but Master wanted them. We do plan on getting him a backpack for this summer. One that can go under his harness. But that will be practical too. He can wear it when we take walks and carry bottled water in it. It'll give him more exercise and make him feel like he has a "job" while we walk him.

Come On Spring

I'm not a person who likes a lot of heat. If it gets above the mid 70's I'm not comfortable. However, I would like to be able to sit outside. Master and I sat outside a lot this past summer. We'd sit on our porch with our dog and just shoot the shit. Or we would go sit in a neighbor's yard and visit with them for a while.

Today it's honestly not bad out. I still wear a jacket but I don't feel like I need to be all bundled up. It's about in the mid 40's right now. And what sucks right now is that even if we did want to go sit outside with fall clothing on we really can't.

The snow still hasn't melted off of our porch. The snow on the porches across the courtyard are mostly snow free because they get most of the sun during the morning and afternoon. Ours? We still have snow. Enough snow that sitting on the porch wouldn't be comfortable.

This summer should prove to be interesting though. Two of the neighbors we got along with and hung out with this past summer have moved. And a whole bunch of new ones moved in. Joy.

But even if we don't hang out with other people a lot as it gets warmer, it will still be nice to have the option of sitting outside with our mutt. Also? Master can cook on the grill again!

I honestly just want it to get warm enough where I don't need my winter jacket on when I leave the apartment. That is when it will be warm enough to sit on the porch again.

Fuck It

Today I asked Master if it would be okay to just go ahead and take tomorrow off of work as well. I already have off on Friday. He asked me why I wanted to take off.

I told Him that I'm just tired. Not in a physical way. It's not like a long nap and I'll be refreshed or anything like that. I'm just mentally tired.

Life hasn't been as stressful lately but still. It seems like I'm always having to keep so much shit in mind and planning things down to the last minute lately that it's just getting to me.

I know that in two weeks I have a five and a half day weekend and that's wonderful! But for some reason today it just all kind of hit me at once. I didn't want to wait two weeks. And I wanted an extra day off this week in addition to Friday.

He granted me the permission and told me the dog was okay with it too. So my response was, "Well, as long as the dog is okay with it." (Referring to my being home obviously.)

So I quickly shot off an e-mail to the passenger in my carpool to let him know that I won't be taking him to work tomorrow and then immediately after that shot an e-mail off to my supervisor with the request.

Thankfully where I work as long as you have the time available you can take off. I have never come across a time where they deny it and I've been there for four years now.

That was that. Today is technically my Friday. That's a nice feeling. And we don't have anything planned for tomorrow or Friday so that means extra down time. We are going to see His mother either Saturday or Sunday though. Apparently she isn't sure when her husband has to work so she's trying to plan around that.

Half Hour

A half hour doesn't sound like a lot. And in general, it's not. But it makes a lot of difference when you are talking about leaving work a half hour early.

I left work a half hour early today, just because. No real rhyme or reason to it honestly. But just getting home a half hour early felt nice. Looking at the clock and realizing that I would just be getting out of work if I had stayed. It sounds kind of dumb but it was nice.

And another feeling is knowing that I have this Friday off. And that in two weeks I'll have a 5 1/2 day weekend! Yay!

I don't know why it seems like a big deal. It's not that my job is horrible or anything along those lines, because it's not. But having a little bit of time off feels nice. I'm not doing anything special during that 5 1/2 day break. Nothing at all. In fact I plan to mainly just relaxing as much as possible.

I'm going down to see my mom one of those days. And on one of those days we have the vet appointment for our mutt. Master and I also plan on going out to dinner at the restaurant where we had our first date. Sort of a late mini celebration of our anniversary that just passed.

Other than those three things, there are absolutely no plans what so ever. I can't wait.

I'm A Good Listener

Sometimes I don't really understand why people tell me things that they wouldn't talk about normally. I guess I have one of those trust worthy faces. *snort*

This happened to me twice today. One I totally understood. That one was my mother. She called me not once, but twice today, to bitch about her husband. (My parents are divorced and my mother has been with her current spouse since I was 17.)

Everyone gets pissed off at their significant other. I know Master gets pissed off with me from time to time. And yes, even though He is the one in charge and I am the submissive one in this relationship, I get pissed off at Him sometimes. Just because He is in charge does not make Him immune from pissing me off. *laughs*

Anyway, she was pretty much bitching because her husband has been nagging the ever living hell out of her for the past two days about something. And each time she tries to tell him that she needs to calm down before they continue the conversation he won't give her room to breathe and if she tries the quiet shoulder approach he does the, "Honey. Hun. Sweetie..." etc until she responds. Basically think of a kid holding onto your leg and going, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mommy. Mom."

She was venting up a storm man and I understand why she talks to me about it. I mean yeah, I'm her daughter but we can talk as two grown adults. I'm a grown married woman and so is she. So we can talk on those levels without bringing the mother/daughter thing into it.

The other one that happened today though I have absolutely no idea why he opened up to me. The passenger in my carpool has absolutely no problem complaining about his wife and marriage to me. He has been that way since shortly after we started carpooling together.

Maybe it's because he knows I have absolutely no one to tell about it. I don't talk to his wife. I simply wave at her if I see her in the driveway or something like that.

It still amazes me though. Today it was about how lately he can't seem to do anything right. And I'll be honest, I comment back on it. I don't know him outside of work and I don't know her at all except for what he tells me. But hell, you're telling me.. I'll comment. And I have to side with him nine times out of ten. His wife sounds like an uber cunt behind closed doors. At least if everything he says is true.

And just last Friday the girl who sits next to me at work started telling me shit I really, really had no business knowing. Does that stop me from listening? No. I don't feel uncomfortable about it. Honestly, this kind of thing has happened to me a lot in my life.

She was telling me about how she has been saving up for the past two years in an account her husband doesn't know about in order to pad herself for a divorce. He has no idea, apparently, that she wants a divorce. She even pulled out the divorce paperwork out of her work desk drawer. She told me that she is getting closer to filing it because she believes she has enough money to do so.

But did it end there? No. She proceeded to tell me that over the course of the past two years she has cheated on him a total of 18 times with 3 different men, all of which know her husband. Hell, one of them is his cousin.

Holy fuck. I commented. But I wasn't a bitch. I just told her to make sure she was going to be stable before she files and serves him. That was my one and only comment. In general do I agree with what she is doing? No. But I don't know her. I've talked to her a total of 15 times over the past 4 years about things that didn't have to do with work. And it was normally just small chit chat. This was highly unexpected. But since I don't know her, I don't know her situation. As a result I cannot say that what she is doing is wrong. Maybe it's exactly what she should be doing. I have no fucking idea.

So yeah... I'm a good listener apparently.

Good Morning

I got up before Master did today. I went out into the living room and woke up a bit. About an hour went by and I decided to go wake Master up.

I slipped into bed next to Him. I was trying to be very, very careful to not wake Him up right then. I laid there for a moment or two to make sure He hadn't woken up by my getting into bed. I pulled the sheet up a little bit so I could slide underneath it.

Another breath or two and then I started to snake my arm down. I was trying to wrap my hand around His cock. But the way He was laying was not really allowing that to happen. He was half on His side and half on His stomach.

So I gently rubbed His inner thigh and then traced my way around to His outer thigh. It was enough to wake Him up just enough so that He rolled onto His side, facing away from me. I snuggled up to Him and wrapped my arm around His waist, slowly reaching down until finally I was able to start stroking His dick.

I heard Him make some very soft noises. His cock began to grow in my hand. He remained on His side for a while. He still wasn't fully awake, but His cock was.

Finally He rolled onto His back. I didn't loosen my grip at all, I just slowed down my movements. I snuggled up closer to Him and continued to play with my favorite toy. It continued to grow and throb in my hand.

He was now awake enough for actual speech rather than just the moans that He had been making since I started. He asked if I was just planning on jerking Him off this morning. I smirked and slid down. I sucked His dick for a very short period of time. (My jaw has been fucking with me a lot unfortunately.)

I then straddled Him and with one quick movement from both of our hips He was inside me. I laid on top of Him for a while just rocking and rolling my hips. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and sat up. I rode Him hard until an orgasm shattered through me.

I then rolled my hips for a little while. He started gripping at my thighs a little more intensely as I continued. It didn't take long for Him to firmly grip that area right below my hips and I could feel His fingers gripping my flesh. I started to buck more and before I knew it I was on the verge of another orgasm. He then suddenly gave me no other choice but to ride Him faster. He grabbed my actual hips and forced me to move back and forced me to move. I came and my orgasm continued to roll through me. I heard that familiar grunt/moan mix that He has right before cums and I immediately started to beg. "Please fill me baby. Please. Right there. Please fill me now!"

And that's exactly what He did. As He came inside of me my orgasm continued and I continued to buck even as I felt His fingers dig in more and try to hold me in place. It was very intense.

I slipped off of Him once I could breathe a little more normally. I plopped down next to Him and He was laying there on His back with His eyes closed and said, "Good morning to you too."

Saturday Afternoon

I fell asleep last night on the couch while we were watching Transformers. It was after midnight, so at least that much. Master woke me up just long enough to tell me He was going to bed and to guide me back to the bedroom. That was probably around 4am.

The dog woke me up at 8:30am. So I got more than enough sleep. Master slept in until about noon. He hasn't been sleeping well for quite some time now. So on the weekends He pretty much crashes if and when He can.

My dad came up to visit today. It was a little weird honestly. First off because we're not used to having people over. Second because neither Master or myself are used to being fully clothed at home.

But we had a good time. We did a quick McDonald's run and ate dinner while we watched Death Race 2. My dad is a car nut so I knew he would love that movie.

He left around 6:30pm. He wanted to stay later but he has to get up early for work tomorrow and still had stuff to take care of at home.

Since then Master and I have pretty much been relaxing and up to a whole lot of not much. I'm not complaining at all.

The only problem is that right now I'm fighting a headache. I hope it fades soon.

Random Stuff

Work seemed to take forever today. Fridays normally do anyway but it was worse than usual today. I think part of the reason is due to the fact that my time renews tomorrow. My work anniversary is tomorrow (four years now) and as a result my vacation time and personal time get renewed. Since I knew this I wished it had renewed today instead so I could of ducked out of work a couple of hours early.

Oh well. I have off next Friday. And two weeks after that I get a 5 1/2 day break. I just have to remember that after that I have to space out my time in case I get called for a job interview. I'll be starting that journey right after that 5 1/2 day break. Why? Well, that way I know I got that mini vacation under my belt before starting to look for a new job.

I'm both excited and nervous about looking for a new job. Where ever I end up I hope they let me give a two week notice to my current job. I've actually never done that. All of my previous jobs wanted me to start that following Monday. Well, aside from when I accepted the job I currently have. They gave me the ability to give a two week notice. But we were financially set so that I could just quit and have the whole two weeks off before starting this job. I hated my last job so I didn't feel bad at all for not giving notice.

I was so happy when I got out of work today and have been in a good mood since then.

Oddly enough right after dinner our phone rang. It was my dad. I found that kind of odd. He asked what we were doing tomorrow. I told him that we were staying home all weekend. Master had said He wanted a weekend off from family stuff. I was very surprised when Dad asked if he could come up. But like I said Master had said He wanted the weekend off from family stuff. I asked Dad to hold on for a minute. I covered the phone and told Him what Dad had said.

I was a little surprised when Master said that was fine by Him. So Dad is coming up tomorrow. He said he just wants to get out of town for a little bit and figured that coming up to visit us sounded good.

After I got off the phone with him I looked at Master and said, "I though You wanted the weekend off?"

He just shrugged and said that He just didn't want to go anywhere this weekend and that He had absolutely no problem with someone coming over. He has a good point though. Because all of our family is south of us we normally go there. People hardly come up to see us. This will only be the fifth or sixth time my dad has been up here in the eight years I've lived up here. My mother has been here two or three times. My brother has been up the most since he likes spending a weekend up here.

Anyway, that's what is going on right now.

Decade

Today is our anniversary. We got married on our "regular" anniversary. We have officially been together for 10 years and married for 6 of them.

I had to work today which sucked. It also sucks that tonight I'm rather groggy and tired due to sinus medication.

But the important thing is that it is our anniversary. We aren't really doing anything tonight. But it's part of the reason why I took off of work next Friday, to try and make up for the fact that I had to work today.

It's hard to believe that an entire decade has passed since we first started this path of ours. In a way I sit there and think that there is no way an entire decade has passed. On the other hand it feels like we've known one another a lot longer than that.

We talked about our wedding day on and off through out the day. We both remember it vividly. I also vividly remember the first time I saw Him.

Time has not diminished either of those very important memories.

I have spent 10 years as His girl and about 9 1/2 years as His slave. (We started the dynamic rather quickly after we met but I'm not entirely sure when that was so I kind of round it up.)

I have spent 6 years as His wife. I have had His last name for 6 years. That very thought alone brings a smile to my face.

One thing I know for sure is that we have many, many more years together and I look forward to each and every one of them.

Invasion

The past two days have been rather mundane. There is nothing wrong with that at all, it just doesn't leave a lot to post about. Also, I have nothing on my mind really. I feel brain dead today so while I was sitting here trying to think of what the hell to post about I was coming up empty. I even looked on Fetlife to see if a thread struck a cord. But nope. I couldn't really concentrate on one long enough and as I scrolled through it was just becoming more frustrating.

So fuck it. I'll just ramble. As you may or may not have noticed, I didn't do a blog post last night. I didn't beg out of it or anything along those lines it's just that we were both tired and sore last night so Master told me to skip it.

Master had found a letter taped to our door from the landlord stating that they would be coming through tomorrow (today) to basically do a maintenance check. They would be showing up sometime between 9am and 3pm.

I understand that they own the building and all that but I always get antsy when they do shit like this. It's not like we have anything to hide, it's just uncomfortable. I don't like people just walking through the apartment. So I wanted to make sure that Master would be home when it was happening.

I called the landlord and asked if we could make an appointment instead of just waiting for whoever to show up. They said that wasn't a problem so I scheduled it for 2pm today. I knew Master would be home.

As a result of this Master and I spent a good couple of hours cleaning the apartment after I got home last night. We don't live in filth or anything like that. But we hadn't done a deep cleaning in a while and since it's the landlord and they would be checking everything we wanted to do a deep cleaning.

That is mostly why we were so sore last night. The weather isn't exactly helping either.

So yeah, that's how last night went.

Master was home when they showed up today and did the walk through. Master said they checked literally everything. The windows, the closet doors, the stove, the fridge, all of the faucets, the lights... you get the picture.

I'm glad we did the deep cleaning. He did say that they were really nice and polite. But I also felt better knowing that Master was home while they were doing all of this. I'm a very private person in my own home so I get highly uncomfortable at the thought that someone has a chance to look through my things. I'm not saying the landlord would do that but the thought still crosses my mind when I know someone is going to be alone in our apartment. It feels like... I don't know. An invasion? That's really the only word that pops into my mind.

(It's kind of funny though.. I feel that way about people being in my apartment and yet I have this blog with my naked pictures on it.)

Today after work I swung home and picked up Master. We did grocery shopping, which thankfully did not take long. We then immediately came home and have been relaxing since we got done eating dinner.

Because I'm A Girl

It seems that the general opinion is that if you are a girl and you enjoy sex or have a high sex drive you're a slut. Now, while Master may call me a slut in a loving way.. I have never actually been a slut. His slut, yes. But not a slut.

I do have a high sex drive. And I love sex. I more than enjoy it, I love it. I'm very open minded sexually and have some kinks that are a little out there. But I've just never really understood why if you're a girl it's a bad thing for you to enjoy or like sex. It's just the general feeling of people as a majority. I'm not singling any specific group of people out.

It's just a double standard I suppose. If a guy loves sex and has a high sex drive he's cool. He's a player. He's got game. Enter whatever other cliche you can think of.

But a girl? Slut. Whore. It's almost as if a woman should be ashamed of enjoying sex or talking about it. Fuck that noise. I love sex! Love. Love. Love. And Master knows just how to satisfy my cravings.

Like I said, I'm Master's slut and His whore. But I don't think that just because I have a sex drive makes me a bad person or an odd female. Or maybe it does make me an odd female. I have heard of a lot of women using sex as a weapon, as a reward, or just to shut their man up.

Even without our dynamic in place I could never imagine doing something like that. Either you want to fuck or your don't. Don't be a bitch about it.

And, just so you know, I've been getting laid a lot lately. *smirks* My pussy is sore. My neck feels bruised from Him biting me but there are no bruises to be seen. The skin is extremely tender though. *happy sigh*

Dream

Nothing to really report today. It was a bit hectic today but relaxing at the same time. Master and I were going to go to my home town to visit my family. As I've mentioned His home town is directly between where we live now and my home town. Normally, we'd just breeze through it and keep going but since we now know that we will eventually be moving down there Master took me on a small tour.

He's done this before of course. We've driven through His home town many times. But it seemed different this time. Maybe because I know that one day, hopefully soon, it'll be where I live. It made me feel excited.

I will be living with my Husband to His home town. I don't know why that excites me. Maybe because it'll be our first place together. I mean obviously I moved up here to live with Him and this is where we've been since. But He was already living in this apartment when I moved up.

So it will be the first place that new to both of us as far as whatever apartment, duplex, or house we rent.

I know it's a ways off. Actually I don't know how long this whole process will take, but I'm excited anyway.

We haven't told our families about this decision. I haven't told my mother because she would be jumping all over it in excitement and trying to help immediately as far as telling us about places that are for rent. She would literally be looking it up online and calling me about it. When it is closer to being a reality, that's one thing. But right now? No.

I haven't told my dad only because he would tell my brother which then would get back to my mom. Which, as I'm sure you have guessed, is why I haven't told my brother. It's nothing against my mom it's just that I know how she is and if she starts looking now it'll only frustrate me because we haven't even started saving up for it yet. Plus, I have to find a job down there.

We haven't told Master's dad because well... I'm not sure why. We just haven't. *shrugs* His mother? Well, that's just a whole bunch of drama and bullshit we don't need. She lives in one of the small towns within that county and she has been trying for years to get us to move out by her. So once she finds out that we want to move back she'll be trying to convince us to not live in the city proper but instead live closer to where she is. Fuck that noise.

Master did tell His best friend, BC, about it. I didn't know until He told me today. Apparently, he is pretty excited about it. BC and Master grew up together and BC still lives there. I think he's extremely happy that Master will be moving back.

Hopefully this dream will become a reality sooner rather than later.

Cluster Fuck

Today did not start off well at all. I use two old cell phones for alarm clocks. Well, finally the cell phone I've been using for about a week was out of a battery charge so I grabbed the other one and set it before I went to bed. No big deal right? Well this morning I'm sleeping soundly and the next thing I know I hear Master saying, "Babe?" I partially wake up and look over at Him. As I do that I see the clock. It says 7:20am. WHAT?!

I hop out of bed like the bed is on fire saying out loud, "That can't be right!" I had set the alarm clock after all. I run out to the living room and sure as shit it's 7:20am. I quickly brush my teeth and got dressed. I turned on my actual cell phone. There are two text messages from the passenger in my carpool and a voice mail. I call him back and apparently his wife had started to take him to work but they hadn't reached the interstate yet. So she dropped him off at a gas station so I could pick him up and she could rush off to work.

Master was up as well and as I'm rushing around He's telling me to calm down because it wouldn't do any good to be upset while driving and get in an accident. He took the dog out for me so I could get going. By the time He started walking back in with the dog I was walking out to the car and so He gave me a quick hug.

As soon as I hit the driveway I swore a lot, very loudly so I could get some of my frustration out before getting on the road itself.

I picked up the passenger in the carpool and apologized over and over again. He was pretty damn cool about it saying that shit happens.

Amazingly we only got to work five minutes late. But that didn't matter because if I'm late to work I feel rushed the rest of the day.

It was my half day and those four hours flew by. I dropped off the passenger in the carpool and then rushed home.

I was still somewhat anxious due to how the day had started. I picked up Master and we went out to lunch with His dad and two youngest sisters. That was a lot of fun and helped me relax and chill the hell out.

Since then I've been more calm and all that but I feel drained now. Sluggish. Tired. That adrenaline rush this morning took it's toll apparently.

But I don't want to take a nap because then I won't sleep at all tonight.

Although I did figure out why my alarm didn't go off. I had forgotten to change that particular clock when daylight savings kicked in. I felt like a fucking idiot. But since I had been using the other one I didn't even think about it when I set that one last night. You would think I would have noticed that the time display wasn't correct while I was setting it but apparently I wasn't paying attention at all. *sigh*

Goals

When Master and I first started dating I was still living in my home town. He was up here where we currently live. About two and a half years into our relationship I moved up here to live with Him.

We've been here ever since. For the past couple of years we've kind of gone back and forth as to where we want to officially settle down. By settle down I mean pick an area to live in permanently. I don't necessarily mean buying a house right away. We aren't ready for that yet financially. But we keep going back and forth. Do we want to stay in this general area? Do we want to move only a little outside of this area? Or do we want to move out of town?

When my current job first moved out to where it is now we briefly toyed with the idea of moving out to that area. It was quickly dismissed though. I don't like the idea of moving simply for a job. Especially since at that time I had only been with the company for a little under a year. The thing that scares me the most about moving out to an area just for a job is that if I ever decide to leave the job I'm stuck out there. And I didn't want to live out there to begin with and neither did Master.

So like I said that was quickly dismissed.

Since that time we've been talking about it here and there. My idea was to move back to His hometown. I like that place. He knows the area like the back of His hand and it's closer to our families. Honestly the family part is more for me than Him. He doesn't mind not living close to family. He's lived clear across country for crying out loud. (Before I met Him obviously.)

Me? I've always been close to home. This is the furthest I've been. His hometown is literally right between where we are now and my hometown.

He has fought my idea of moving back to His hometown since I mentioned it. Why? I guess it's because He worked hard to leave it and had such a wanderlust when He was younger.

But today... today He said something that surprised me. He said He wanted to seriously look into moving back to His hometown. It's like it's calling us down there, if that makes sense.

It obviously will not be an overnight thing. Since I'll be looking to hop jobs soon anyway, I'll be focusing more on finding a job down there. That will be a little bit more of an incentive to move there. And even though it'll be His hometown it's still going to be easier on the car than driving to where I work now. And easier on me.

That will be the first step I think. Finding a job down there. Second will be saving up some money for the expenses moving will rack up. First and last month. Still paying rent here for two months while we get a new place set up down there. Then the rental truck. I don't know anyone who owns a truck anymore so it's a must. Plus it'll be a lot easier doing everything in one go. So a nice rental box truck will be the easiest.

After that the hunt for a new place to live would start.

I have no idea how long this process is going to take. But it's a goal. And a goal is a good thing to have. Since we started talking about moving a few years ago we've kind of just been treading water. And the longer we are here the more eager we are to leave. It's coming to a head and so we're taking the thought more seriously and setting it as a goal.

It's honestly just getting more and more on our nerves living here. Mainly due to the neighbors and the fact that our rent goes up every year but nothing is getting done. It's all staying the same and we're paying more money for more of the same.

Yes, I know that can happen anywhere. But that's not the point. We're getting anxious about it.

The goal is set. Now it's just working towards it. It'll be a long road but I'm ready for the challenge.

Goofing Around

It's always the small things that make me smile. I had a rather long day at work. I was dragging a bit when I first walked in the door. Master was standing in the living room and said hi. I walked over to Him to get a hug. I love that first hug, first kiss, when I get home.

He started off with the normal hug, my head resting on His chest. Before I knew what was going on He put me in a bear hug and lifted me off the floor. I quickly wrapped my arms around His neck and my legs around His waist. He smiled at me and gave me a kiss. He held me like that for a little bit. I absolutely loved it.

I honestly love our height difference. He's 6ft4 and I'm 5ft1. I love it because of things like that. He can swing me around like a rag doll. He can pick me up with little to no effort at all. It feeds my whole man handling fetish. I greatly enjoy the fact that He can move me around or pin me down and there is nothing I can do about it.

After a little while He set me back down and gave me another big hug before He started making dinner.

We relaxed after dinner and just watched Netflix. He was hyper and I commented on it. He had been making me laugh since I walked in the door. He told me that He had three cups of coffee in a short period of time. Hello sugar rush! He then said He was going to have another cup.

This is rather "un-slave like" moment. I hopped up off the couch and He was goofing around slowly creeping into the kitchen with a funny look on His face. I was "telling" Him no more coffee and He was saying that He couldn't help Himself. The coffee was calling Him!

I ran up behind Him and grabbed His arms and started to pull Him back. He played along because as I said above He can make me move so little ole me trying to hold Him back is hilarious. So He played along for a moment and then grabbed the coffee pot and a coffee cup and starting pouring it. I continued to tell Him to not have another cup and He continued to goof around with me.

I jokingly went to grab the coffee pot and He blocked me with His arm. I gave up after that and walked back to the couch laughing. I could hear Him still laughing in the kitchen.

It was great.

Just because we're in this dynamic doesn't mean we have to be serious all the time. I can joke around with Him in that way without Him getting pissed off because I'm not being submissive at that moment. I'm trying to stop Him from doing something He wants to do. But it's all light hearted and good fun. I'm grateful that we don't always take our dynamic so serious. It is important. It is serious but it doesn't mean we can't throw those roles out the window every now and then and just goof off.

Kicked Into Gear

Have you ever had one of those days where you just feel more submissive than others? (Obviously the Masters/Mistresses haven't. That would be weird.) Now, when I get that way in response to something Master has said or done, that makes perfect sense to me. Sometimes that feeling sticks with me after said action. But then there are the days where it happens for absolutely no reason at all.

Today was a good example actually. Master and I were both tired and sore last night. It was not a special night in any way, shape, or form. We sat in the living room watching Netflix until Master told me to go to bed. That was basically it aside from my nightly routine.

This morning I woke up and my mood was normal. But then something happened. For whatever unknown reason that gear shift in my head knocked itself back into docile mode and got stuck there. If I had tried to change it I have a feeling the gears would have been grinding. (Yes, I'm using car analogies.. it's the only thing that makes sense to me when trying to describe such things.)

Never mind the fact that I hadn't even talked to Master yet. I had absolutely no interaction with Him aside from waking up next to Him. That was it. So like I said there was absolutely no reason why that happened.

After a while I gave up on trying to figure it out and just embraced it. As the day went by Master messaged me and I told Him about it. He said, "So it feels like you're on a tight leash basically?"

My response: "Yes! Tight like you're stepping on the leash to the point that my face is on the floor."

He said that visual was hot. And honestly, yeah it is. *laughs*

I would like to know why this happens. I don't know why I want to know. I mean, it is what it is. And it's not like I want to do anything about it. I just found it odd that the gear was kicked into place while I was at work. 

I'm still docile. Even more so now that I'm writing about it. In fact right now I feel more like I did when it first happened. Sometimes these feelings go up and down a little. It is always there once it kicks in like that but sometimes it becomes a stronger sensation than others. Right now it's pretty damn overwhelming. Not in a bad way either.

I'm quite enjoying it actually.

Give Me My Hour Back

I hate daylight savings. I really, really do. It seems so pointless. Just leave it the hell alone. It fucks with me. Especially when we have to spring forward. Last night when my normal bedtime hit (11pm) I was even remotely tired. After all my body was telling me it was only 10pm. Thankfully Master allowed me to stay up until midnight, which of course felt like my normal bedtime.

I had a hard time falling asleep. I just stayed still. I wanted to toss and turn but I knew that if I did that I would only aggravate myself and look at the clock and get even more annoyed. Not good. So I was on my side, facing the wall and refused to turn my head. This way I didn't see that damn clock.

Eventually I drifted off the sleep. When I got up this morning it was dark out. For the past week or two it's been light out when I get out of bed. I had gotten use to that. As a result since it was still dark out I thought my alarm had gone off too early.

But nope. It was time to get up.

I was dragging tail all damn day. I thought that I would be tired when I got home and that it would be easier to fall asleep tonight as a result, but as soon as I got out of work I felt energized. Go figure. I'm wide the hell awake and it's almost 9pm. That means my normal bedtime is only two hours away. Son of a bitch.

It normally takes my body a good two or three weeks to get use to this bullshit.

Hold

This weekend has been very lazy and very relaxing. I didn't do a blog post yesterday because Master gave me an option. I could either do a blog post or make that picture page I've been talking about for a while.

I wasn't really feeling like a blog post right then and I knew that if I didn't knock out the picture page then, I would continue to put it off. Master had also commented that I'll tweak the blog's look here and there but I was still putting off the picture page. That was another thing that made me just go, "Okay. I should do this picture page or it's never going to get done." And that's exactly what I did.

Now that's up and running. As you may have already noticed I also move the pages arrangement as I feel it makes more sense that way. It's still taking me a moment to remember that yes, I did in fact move the link arrangement around. So, that will take a little getting used to.

Aside from that Master and I pretty much relaxed all day. At one point He did order me into the bedroom and molested the hell out of me, which was wonderful. He was pretty damn rough with me which I needed. I think He needed it too. We were both a lot more relaxed afterward. It wasn't that we were extremely tense or anything along those lines to begin with but there was still a noticeable difference.

I'm honestly surprised that I don't have bruises on my neck from Him biting me. I do have sore spots though, which are always a nice reminder.

We didn't go to bed until 4am. I really love the nights that I can stay up as late as Master will allow. Last night the only reason we went to bed is because He was finally starting to wind down. We both fell asleep rather quickly.

Due to us going to sleep so late and the fact that we had to switch the clocks an hour ahead we got up really late. Even for a Sunday.

Master did something to me today that He hasn't done in a long time. He had called me over to Him for a hug and a kiss. I was kneeling at His feet while He sat on His recliner. He was naked and suddenly grabbed my hair and simply said the word, "Hold."

I know what that word means. I immediately lowered my head and slid His cock into my mouth. It was soft at first. I only moved my lips and tongue long enough to get comfortable. After that I didn't move. I just held perfectly still.

Normally my immediate reaction to having His cock in my mouth is to run my tongue along the underside of His cock. But that's not what "hold" means. "Hold" means to do simply that. Hold still with His cock in my mouth. No movement. No further stimulus. It didn't take long for His cock to start growing inside my mouth until the head of His cock was pressing against the back of my throat. I continued to hold still.

I really enjoy that sensation honestly. I'll admit it's difficult for me to not move my tongue. Not because it's uncomfortable but because I want to increase His pleasure from it. (My oral fixation does not help matters.)

After a little while He gently pulled on my hair so that I knew it was time for me to let His cock slip out of my mouth. He was rock hard at that moment but He wanted me to get a few things done so He simply walked over to the computer and checked His e-mail and everything while He "calmed down".

Since then we have been very lazy. I'm really glad that even though we got up so late the day is going by relatively slowly.

Good News!

I got some good news today. It's nothing overly major but it's still good news. Remember not that long ago when I stated I would have to start hunting for a new shrink? Well, I had already set up an appointment with my current shrink for June by the time I got that letter in the mail. I had been putting off calling and cancelling the appointment. But today was a somewhat slow day at work so I finally called. I was placed on hold for a little while and when they came back to the phone they asked me why I was cancelling the appointment.

I started describing the letter my health insurance had sent me and she cut me off. I thought that was rather rude at first but whatever. She asked me if it was for "x" insurance company. I confirmed that it was and she said that she didn't mean to cut me off like that but they had been receiving quite a few calls regarding this and apparently that letter was sent in error.

My shrink is still taking my insurance and I was told I can disregard that letter. Hooray! I can keep seeing my shrink!

That took a load off my mind actually. I was not looking forward to that process at all.

I mean I have a really good relationship with my shrink. He is a very nice guy. I'm on the medication we all feel works best for me. (We as in my shrink, Master, and myself.) I'm on a schedule with him now that I only have to see him twice a year unless I feel the need to have an appointment with him before the next one. So far that hasn't been necessary.

I like the staff there too. The only drawback to that place is the fact that I hate their parking lot. *laughs* 

Center Myself

Master told me today that I have seemed off and distant the past few days. He had mentioned it in passing yesterday and the day before but I just told Him I was sore. Honestly I hadn't even noticed that I was acting like that. But when He stops and brings it up fully I have to take notice to that. So I thought about it a little bit and stated that I have been sore lately and getting bad headaches on and off the past few days. I also realized that I am due for my period any day now so I told Him that as well. I promised Him I would try to keep a better eye on it. He told me to just keep Him updated.

Obviously even though I am medicated my moods can still fluctuate and yes, I don't always notice the differences or that I'm acting differently. So I rely on Him to bring these things to my attention so I can try to catch it earlier.

I just haven't had a lot of energy lately and the on and off headaches are driving me nuts. Another good indicator that shark week is about to begin. (Shark week... period... ha ha funny...)

I wish there was a cure for this shit. I hate having to keep all this in mind at one time. I know Master is helping as best He can, and trust me it's a huge help. It still sucks though.

All I could think about today was getting home, putting on one of Master's t-shirts and being lazy. And that's exactly what I'm doing.

I'm not depressed, I know that for sure. I am a lot worse when I'm depressed. I will barely talk, I don't even want to really look at anything. I gaze off into nothing a lot when I'm depressed and it's hard to get me to respond.

So, this isn't it.

When Master told me to start my nightly routine I went to do my blog post and popped in my ear buds. Listening to music with ear buds in really helps me kind of center myself. You would think that it would make my spaced out feeling worse, but music makes me focus. I know it sounds cliche but music has helped me a lot over the course of my lifetime.

It helps center me as I said. It doesn't matter what mood I'm in music will make me focus really quick. I don't really know how to explain it or why it has that effect on me. I crank the music up when I'm in a bad mood or just need to jump start myself. I crank the music if I'm upset. It's different songs and different bands depending on the mood I'm in.

But now, I'm sure how I act at concerts makes a lot more sense. I'm very alert and energetic. It's like a natural high.

Oh, I have found a song that I love at the moment. Master listened to it and thinks I'm nuts. We are both into really hard rock and heavy metal music. But there are some differences as to the bands/songs. This is one that I love a lot and He thinks sucks. *shrugs* This is why I listen to it when I have my ear buds in. *laughs*

It kind of reminds me of the dynamic and just being sick in the head. I don't meant that to sound negative at all.

I have listened to other songs by this band and eh.. not really into it. But this song? Love the hell out of it.

Appointment for the Pup

It's about that time of year again. Our dog recently turned four years old and we got his yearly check up reminder in the mail today. However, along with that reminder it informed us that the vet we have been taking him to has changed owners. Apparently one of the vets is still there but the other one has left. And we're not sure if the one that stayed is the one we really liked. Such things always make me a little leery. I don't like the idea of new doctors or new vets. After all, our dog is a part of our family and so his health is very important to me as is the way he is treated by his vet. I like a vet with a good bedside manner so to speak. I don't like cold doctors and I don't like cold vets. They may be just as good at their jobs but it their bedside manner comes off as uncaring. I don't like that at all.

And with that vet you can make an appointment but you can't dictate which vet you want. It's a very small vet office and so you take whichever vet is there and available. After all it's just the two.

I called down there today to check on prices. Since they changed owners I wanted to see if their prices had changed. And sure as shit they did. It went up.

I talked with Master about it and He said to call around to check on prices at other vets. After all it might as well be like if the vet were new anyway. With new owners in place, who knows what else they changed with their prices.

So I called around. And honestly it seems that the vet we are currently going to is the cheapest. I called Master back and told Him. He said to just go ahead and make the appointment then. So I did. It's for the middle of April. The pup isn't due for anything until April anyway.

I just really hope two things. I hope that the vet we liked stayed. And I hope whoever the new owner is they pretty much keep things how they were.

So in about a month the pup will be getting his distemper shot, a heart worm test, and a physical exam. Thankfully he doesn't need his rabies shot for another year. I made sure I had the day off of work for the vet appointment. I know Master can handle it but I prefer being there, especially since I want to know how the vet office works now and make sure it's still the kind of vet we want to go to.

I trust Master with those things completely. I don't need to be there. The pup's health is as important to Him as it is to me. But I just want to see it and experience it for myself. Also, since we'll both be there we can talk about it afterward without my having to as 101 questions.

Lucky And Then Some

I know that Master and are very lucky to have found one another. Anyone who is lucky enough to find a person that fits them and completes them should be thankful. I know I am. And I know Master is as well.

But one thing that I have noticed on FetLife on some of the marriage group boards is that while they may have found the person who completes their heart, they haven't found the person who has the same sexual and/or kink tastes. So, in that regard I'm lucky and then some. Master and I love each other very much. I feel that He is my other half. I feel that we complete and compliment one another.

But add to that the fact that our kinks align almost perfectly. I say almost simply because nothing can be perfect. Our sexual and kink related tastes not only match up but we also talk very, very openly about them. We have always been able to do that. There are things that He has brought up to me, there are things that I have brought up to Him and there are things we kind of stumbled upon together.

And what is interesting is that even though I am younger than Him and the slave in this dynamic there are some things that I have brought up that He wasn't too interested in at first but found out that He actually really enjoyed after the fact. And of course, the same is in reverse.

Hell, I always knew that I liked the whole bondage and rough sex line of thought even though it had never happened before I met Him. I had honestly never thought about the whole power exchange relationship. But it wasn't long into our relationship before we both realized that we were interested in it. I had never had a Master and He had never had a slave. So this was a first for both of us. And damn has it paid off.

I'm grateful that I can speak freely with Him about sexual fantasies or ideas or something I just want to try. I'm grateful that I don't have to worry about being judged. I don't have to worry about Him finding my ideas disgusting or offensive.

And sometimes, my thoughts will cause His wheels to start turning and before you know it we've been talking about sex and the dynamic for two hours.

I know of couples that are in that "owned and operated by another" category. To my understanding it is where someone is in a happy and committed relationship but their significant other cannot or does not wish to fulfill a kink related desire or need that they have. As a result, a decision is made between the couple that the need/desire is taken care of outside of the relationship and everyone knows about everything.

I cannot say that I would be able to handle something like that. But I can say that as long as everyone is in the know, I can completely wrap my head around it. After all, everyone is being honest and obviously no one is having a problem with it. To me it's no different than a couple having an open marriage.

I would say those people are lucky and then some as well. They may not get everything in one package, but they have found someone they love that is open to the possibility that a desire may be taken care of outside of the relationship.

I personally grateful that I did find it all in one person. I am grateful that my Husband/Master and I found one another.

The Big Three Zero

Last night Master and I relaxed a bit more after my blog post. I dressed up for Him and He allowed me to stay up late. And of course, before I had to go to sleep I got some very wanted attention.

We headed off to the bedroom and I stroked His cock while He alternated between chewing on my neck and molesting my tits. He then slid on top of me before sliding down a little. He pinned my upper body with His arms and completely focused on my tits. The way He had His lower body though, the head of His cock was pushing at my pussy lips. I started to buck my hips every time I felt His cock throb. He chuckled and commented on how He had thought I would want to be eaten out. The only response I made was to buck my hips again. He moaned and then slowly entered me. He only kept the head of His dick inside of me for a while and slowly pushed it in and out before finally slamming into me.

The sex remained rough and I was forced to cum over and over again until Master decided that I would be His fuck toy and no longer allowed me to get off.

By the time we were done and both laying there panting it was 12:30am. He smiled and said "Happy birthday."

I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke up this morning I decided that I was going to stay in a good mood all day even though I had to work, simply because it is my birthday. I don't want to feel stressed or any of that bullshit. So I did. I remained in a good mood.

Everyone was asking me if I felt any different and I of course said no.

Trust me, being 30 feels no different than being 29 years old.

I got a bunch of happy birthday messages and a few phone calls saying happy birthday. Master has continuously called me birthday girl all day. It makes me smile and He knows it.

He also had left a really sweet message for me this morning.

Happy Birthday to my dear wife. You may have reached the big 3-0 love but remember, you'll always be younger than me and a hottie in my book. Besides you don't look any older than the day we met almost ten years ago. Happy birthday love.

How sweet is that? I love that Man of mine.  Minus having to work, which thankfully went by quickly, the day has been great. We aren't doing anything special or anything along those lines and I actually prefer that. I'm just hoping for birthday sex and maybe being allowed to stay up. *smirks*

Goodbye Twenties

I don't really have anything to blog about today. Which isn't a bad thing. The past few days have been pretty mellow. Today especially. I'm enjoying the hell out of it to be perfectly honest. This week is going to suck at work so I need all the relaxation I can get right now. The past two days we have been visiting my family. Friday was my mother's and yesterday was my dad's. But today we got the whole day to ourselves and have been lazy as fuck. I only left the apartment once today for a total of a half hour so I could run to the store. Thankfully it's not even 7pm right now. Nice and early. I'm hoping that Master will allow me to stay up past my bedtime tonight. I don't want the weekend to end.

 Master has been picking on me though. Tomorrow is my birthday. In fact, tomorrow is my 30th birthday.

So as a result Master has been picking on me. (Never mind He is 8 years older than me. I think that's why He picks on me.)

A good example is that earlier before I left for the store I was trying to figure out what I wanted for dinner. I was stuck on two options and couldn't decide which one I wanted more. Sometimes when that happens Master will toss a coin, I call it and bam... there is the decision.

So He pulled out His coin and was about to flip it. He stopped and handed it to me and said, "You're almost an adult.. you go ahead and flip it."

Smart ass. I love Him for it though, usually.

He has been really sweet today. He has been having me pick out what I want to watch on Netflix. I got an extra long back rub even though I just got one yesterday.

It really does suck that my birthday is on a Monday this year though. It's bad enough I have to go to work, but then add the fact that it's my birthday. Ugh.

Oh well. At least towards the end of this month I'll get a four day weekend. I'm really looking forward to that.

Well, like I said it's still early in the evening. So I'm gonna nerd out for a bit before taking my shower. I might as well enjoy my last night in my twenties. *laughs*

My Head Hates Me

I really hate it when I'm having a pretty good day and have been in a good mood all day and then suddenly a migraine sets in for absolutely no reason and I become irritable because of it.

We had slept in, which was nice, and headed down to my dad's this afternoon. We spent a couple of hours there and headed home to have dinner. About half way through the drive home a migraine came out of no where and bitch slapped me. It's not the kind of migraine I usually get though. Normally, if I have one my eyes become very sensitive to light and my eyes can't stand to look at a TV let alone a computer screen.

But this one, for whatever reason, has simply set itself up in my temples and hurts no matter what I do. Nothing seems to make it feel better and nothing is making it worse. It's just there.

I just took a couple of advil not that long ago, so I'm hoping those kick in really soon. I don't want to be cranky. And that's exactly what migraines/really bad headaches do. They make me cranky.

I just don't want it to ruin the rest of the evening. It's been with me for about an hour and a half now.

Later on tonight after the animals are taken care of we'll be exchanging back rubs. I know it sounds silly but sometimes that will help with the headache. I have no idea why. That won't be until after 9pm though. That's when we take the dog out and take care of the rabbits. They are all on a pretty tight schedule and we try our best to keep it that way, especially the nightly routine.

Well, until this fucking headache goes away I'll just try to concentrate on not being too cranky. I don't want to throw the night off.

Nerd Fest

Okay, my nerdness has caught up with me yet again. I was browsing the web and came across this really kick ass font that I absolutely love. So I did a shit ton of digging and found out what font it actually is. I then found it, downloaded it, and applied it to the computer. Now, I want to use it for the blog title and things of that nature. You know, some tweaking. But, since it's not a font that is on every computer (obviously) it won't show up correctly on the website and I'm not good enough at coding to get it to work correctly. Fuck. So then I came up with the brilliant idea of using images to get the look I was going for.

That didn't work out. I made the image for the blog title but then I couldn't get the fucking thing to sit where I wanted it to. I dicked with it for at least an hour and a half before scrapping the whole idea.

So then I decided, okay I'll just use a normal font that is on every computer. So I started playing with that and while yes, I can make it work, I cannot seem to find the font I want to change it to. Most likely because I have that other font that I can't get to work stuck in my head. Damn you brain!

I just get so damn obsessive about stupid shit like that sometimes that it drives me crazy. (More so than usual.)

Master allowed me to nerd the hell out until about midnight last night at which point He told me it was time to go to bed. I think I had been at it for about a good three hours or so and got absolutely no where with it.

Now, the crazy solution would be to find a blog template that I could more easily manipulate. But that takes finding a new layout that I love as much as I do this one. I've been there, done that. And while yes, I toyed with the idea of it, I ended up keeping this one.

I don't know. I guess I just haven't had a really good, long nerd fest in a long time and so it's biting me in the ass now and not letting go.

I would ask Master His opinion but typically when it comes to the blog it's all up to me. If He really doesn't like something, that's one thing. But other wise it's all in my lap. Sometimes when that happens and I can't make up my mind on it I feel a momentary "oh shit" moment.

So, let the nerd fest begin. Sorry if shit doesn't look quite right or completely different from time to time when you bounce onto here to read. Try to stick it out... Knowing me it'll most likely just stay how it is.