How is it February already?! Seriously.
I hate rain. It just makes me want to stay inside.
My nipples scabbed up a bit from the torment this weekend…they hadn’t bled, but I guess were raw enough to scab. Now they’re sort of peeling. It’s bizarre.
More bizarre – I’m craving playtime again. Now. Kinky playtime just crescendos and makes me want more and more. I’m really starting to be shocked that I refrained from cutting so long in my emo teenage years. My faith, optimism, and squickiness from blood saved me.
My car repairs are going to be longer and more in-depth than expected. Sucks. They have to replace sooo many things…poor baby.
The King’s Speech is a great movie. I’m so glad that my stammer is limited to once in a blue moon, and that I never had that type of impediment. I can’t imagine not being able to express myself how I wish.
This interview on Thursday is more important than I thought. Turns out I’m more qualified and interested in the job than I thought…hopefully I’ll actually get it. So much pressure!