Quick Meme

Your Inner Muse is Euterpe

You are most like this muse of music. While you may or may not be musical... You love music and set life to your own personal soundrack. And you are good at making anyone's heart sing!

What Muse Are You?

I haven't written in a minute, I've been very angry about RL. Angry about work, angry about school, angry about friends, angry about fear. I'm still angry, but I believe I'm under control again. For a while, anyway. And this is not the time for me to be flogging anybody. I had a daydream that I was so wrapped into topspace that I didn't hear him (random white guy) safeword. Like he had to scream it a couple of times. And that is so not cool. I don't want to make someone safeword.

On a lighter note, I should (knock wood) have enough money for two floggers in July. I've been slowly assembling my first play outfit. I'll be going to a play party next week. My first real play party. I have the skirt, shoes, lingerie (including garters). I need the stockings (back seam), blouse (though I think I can make something do for now), and glasses. Yep, I thought I'd try the eyeglass thing, sort of a reverse Wonder Woman thing.

I'm just waiting for local boy to call. And flipping through the potentials who've contacted me.

My confession for Friday, and I really have to go to bed, since my day will be 18 hours tomorrow, including driving an hour each way to a long-ass meeting with infighting, is that I called the ONS. On the pretext of business. And, of course, received no return phone call. But since it took me 3 weeks to call him, I don't expect a call before, oh, Hell serves ice-cold limeade. I wonder what the next time we meet will bring?

And, no, I don't want him. Not my type. But I fret (only mildly) about cockblocking, which I won't need. Since tomorrow is the full moon, I'll meditate on that, along with school and money and a brazilian wax, and my psycho family at the house half a day, gorging on seafood, and coping mechanisms. I have GOT to find my therapist's number.

Whoa, one more thing came up for me. I have a friend who is doing something I don't approve of. And they're not asking me for guidance. And it irritates the hell out of me, control freak, you know. So, I'm going to vent here:

You are FUCKING UP my set-up. Don't improvise. Don't embellish. Do what I fucking tell you to do. Is it so hard? Why don't you listen? Hard heads make sore asses and hearts!

So very salty.