i've lost control.
well, you know that.
i'm a thoroughly undisciplined kitten.
but i'm trying to rein myself in.
so i'm going to focus on my submission and stop having all these tropical storms of emotions. my foundation isn't strong enough to take any more and the insurance doesn't cover water damage.
and i need to get out from under the computer.
i have to get out of my head.
i must stop stirring up my emotions by writing about them.
i need to cease inflaming my cunt and frustrations and jealousy by reading about other people's lustatory adventures.
I must resist writing strange men in search of reassurance that there might possibly be someone out there willing to scold me and spank me and fuck me if the philosopher really does decide that life is better without me.
well... ok, i admit it, i'm not really planning on going cold turkey. i may be a crazy romantic submissive pain slut of a slave kitten, but i'm not really going to cut myself off from all manner of kinkitude. i just have to impose some limits. i have to show my master that i can take care of myself when he can't.
so i'm going to try to return to my previous posting schedule of Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. we'll see how that goes.
and maybe now i'll find time to vacuum the living room rug, which has once again turned grey from cat hair.
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Later... didn't that sound impressive? i spoke too soon, though. because next Sunday, August 3rd, is the first anniversary of when the philosopher and i met in person, and there are all these lovely bits of anticipatory conversation that i want to preserve here. so i suppose it will be daily posting this week after all. NEXT week, tho, i'll be packing for camp and stockpiling posts, so i'm hoping to cut back then. now if only i can cut back on the blog reading... i think i'll watch a movie tonight...
hey Marko! wanna come downstairs to the dungeon to watch a movie and snuggle. you know i love your kisses, baby...