The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this......

Now wish me luck that I get someone with fecking a brain... That's in charge....
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Things that do bother me, however, include being at best the third-best in a four-person grading class. That pisses me off. I should damn well be better than that.
 
Some days I think BDSM is one ginormous excuse for people to ignore their issues of codependency...
 
Good news: Got someone with a brain.

Better news: I wasn't the one ripped a new asshole.

Concerning news: The head people in charge now shit from two places.

More concerning news: I can't tell if it went really well or very badly. But it's one of the two.
 
I've misplaced my apetite. I just cant be bothered lol :eek:

Its probably a good thing after all I ate at Christmas....I'm hardly going to waste away :rolleyes:
 
I've misplaced my apetite. I just cant be bothered lol :eek:

Its probably a good thing after all I ate at Christmas....I'm hardly going to waste away :rolleyes:

It's too hot here to eat....or cook for that matter. Mid 30sC today, over 40C tomorrow...OH Joy!! :eek:
 
Life now and for the next six weeks is and is going to be: exhausting, joyless, sexless, lonely, repetitive, wearying. I am going to be doing boring , difficult work for 12+ hour days, 6+ days a week. I am going to be alone. I am not going to have time to see friends AND keep up with my work etc commitments AND sleep. As of last weekend I no longer have a romantic partner or even a play partner. I am heartbroken and lonely and I am run ragged with only more shit in sight.

I am officially in a state of world-weary, what's-the-fucking-point-of-ANYTHING, despairing, resentful, funk.

Just call me The Grouch.
 
I have just got back from a volunteer work evening (my new thing) and I feel so much better than I have been doing for the last few days.
 
I'm seriously considering finding new homes for the cats and getting a dog... just not sure if I want a Great Dane or an English Bulldog.:confused:
 
I really like it when I'm an ass, and then I'm sorry I was an ass, and then I learn from being an ass, and vow that next time I won't be an ass, until I'm an ass next time, and get to do it all over again.

So cool! -- :)
 
I really like it when I'm an ass, and then I'm sorry I was an ass, and then I learn from being an ass, and vow that next time I won't be an ass, until I'm an ass next time, and get to do it all over again.

So cool! -- :)

*snortgigglecough*
incorrigible...

Well, better an ass than a dick.
 
I misplaced my anal beads :eek:

I know they are in a safe place ... just so safe that even I cannot remember where it is :eek:

*off to look some more in all the hiding places*
 
LMAO you hit that one right on the nose!

I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. My mother always agreed. Of course she's in the middle of a divorce. I think that the most wonderful thing about being married is not having to worry about that stuff.


I am sad.

*hugs*

...if my mother catches us having sex, she'd probably be more surprised I wasn't gay than anything else.

Then your mother must not be a conservative Christian, married to a redneck southern man, who will FLIP OUT if you're having extra marital sex.


I'm seriously considering finding new homes for the cats and getting a dog... just not sure if I want a Great Dane or an English Bulldog.:confused:

*off to look some more in all the hiding places*

Oh, I HATE that. I'm always putting stuff 'somewhere safe', and then forgetting where 'safe' is. I think there's another dimension called 'somewhere safe' that stuff disappears to. Not to be confused, of course, with the worm hole that happens between dryers and is to be blamed for all those mismatched socks out there.
 
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