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Betticus

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Dear Diary,

Someone very naughty, I don't know who but someone from here let slip my tomboy weakness. The damn faeries have all cut their hair in lil pixie cuts and they all are wearing sporty outdoor outifts (dunno how they got the spiders to weave em) and they've been flitting about playing ball, play wrestling and wiggling their lil teensy bums at me all day. When I find out who did this no chocolate for a week! :mad:
 
Oh yeah, feel free to add your own entries to the bdsm open forum diary. :)
 
Dear Diary,

I said some very mean things yesterday about Betticus. I was not in my right mind. I think the heat is getting to me. Take him off the Xmas card list? Please, he's on the lifetime Xmas card list! As are his hamsters, faeries, etc.

Also, I'm having very bad fantasies about cupcakes. Chocolate fudge cupcakes.

I'm sure these two things are not related.

Goodnight,
K
 
Dear Diary,

Someone, not me, let everyone know about bett's tomboy fetish. I blame that naughty Anne. I hope no one blames me.

Oh, and I didn't steal any cookies today. :D

TTYL,

Grace
 
Dear Diary,

The lil tomboy faeries successfully defended the pink jasmine from an intruding hummingbird today so I gave em all a piece of chocolate to split before their bedtime. I forgot that chocolate makes faeries drunk.
 
Dear Diary,

I think I have a crush on WriterDom, but I don't know how to tell him. I was thinking of setting up a thread or a poll asking for advice. Is this a bad idea?

*sigh* I dunno. I mean, I have mixed feelings about him anyways. He likes cats, I'm more of a dog person. He lives in the south, I live in the north. I'm a liberal and he is...well you know. You get the idea. To top it all off, I proposed marriage to Betticus last night.

In my defense he was showing pictures of truffles!

Does this make me a slut?

Sincerely,

Essene
 
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Dear Diary,

Today I read the first story in my new collection from Jeffrey Ford, (Empire of Ice Cream), and it made me think of Bett. It was a lovely tale about a race of faeries known as the Twilish. These fairies inhabit sandcastles built by children and only live as long as the time between the outgoing and incoming tide.

Ford is quite a talented storysmith. His last collection, The Drowned Life, blew my mind.

On Monday I am going to call NZ to make my appointment to have my breast lump examined. This is going to cost a lot of dough, with the flight and everything, but I have to know. I'm quite nervous about this. It's probably nothing but still...

Goodnight
 
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Dear Diary,

My faeries got on the fae grapevine and just got word back from Keroins faeries that it's going to turn out to be nuffin to worry about but to get it checked out anyway.

They also said she shouldn't worry about missing chocolate and/or the presence of multicolored, iridescent powder around where she thought she last saw some chocolate.
 
Dear Diary,

My house is doing that thing again where things disappear and I have no idea where they've gone. It was my phone one morning, and now an entire, perfectly good bottle of Pepsi upped and vanished. I'd blame the faeries and call the exterminator if I thought they had the power of invisibility. Also, I think I might be gay for Daniel Craig.
 
Dear Diary,

Next time I'm going to Iraq. He can stay here with mr and miss argueovereverything.

ttyl
 
Dear Diary,

I caught a tomboy faerie slipping one of the hamsters some pixie dust this morning. I made her drop her lil trousers and lay across my finger while I spanked her bottom red with a coffee stirring stick. When I was done she had lil tears in her eyes and was rubbing her bum when she muttered something about dumb secret missions.

After an interrogation session that involved surrounding her with chocolate just out of reach and tying her in place with a bit of yarn she came clean. She was part of a squad of infiltrator faeries who were trying to subvert my own faeries so that gracie could steal my cocoa tree. The cocoa faeries were naturally very upset. They rounded up all of her lil cohorts and they all received spankings and were then locked in gilded cages.

They've been locked up all day while I was at work thinking about what they did and they are all very sorry and want to make amends.
 
Dear Diary,

I greatly fear that Betticus is descending into senility. He's sure that I sent fairies over to infiltrate his fairies and steal his cocoa tree (the one I stole last year and replaced with a plastic one).

The poor, dear man. Maybe I should send him some prune juice, or replace his rocking chair. *sigh* I wish he'd consider a retirement home.

Sorrowfully yours,

Grace
 
Dear Diary,

I got an exam in about 9 hours, and i like the class, and I like the subject, and I could get all the points, and I want to get all the points... but I don't want to study.

As it is, I'll probably start studying at about 3 am.

Also dear diary,

I think my inability to keep causal acquaintances is severely impeding my search for a subbie.
 
Dear Diary,

I got an exam in about 9 hours, and i like the class, and I like the subject, and I could get all the points, and I want to get all the points... but I don't want to study.

As it is, I'll probably start studying at about 3 am.

Also dear diary,

I think my inability to keep causal acquaintances is severely impeding my search for a subbie.
Dear diary I am going to take a chance and tell a Dominant what to do
Stop screwing off and get your nose in the book!
 
Dear Diary,

I got an exam in about 9 hours, and i like the class, and I like the subject, and I could get all the points, and I want to get all the points... but I don't want to study.

As it is, I'll probably start studying at about 3 am.

Also dear diary,

I think my inability to keep causal acquaintances is severely impeding my search for a subbie.

Dear Diary,

make that 8 hours pluss 48. 0_0 I am even further off then I thought.
 
Dear Diary,

I greatly fear that Betticus is descending into senility. He's sure that I sent fairies over to infiltrate his fairies and steal his cocoa tree (the one I stole last year and replaced with a plastic one).

The poor, dear man. Maybe I should send him some prune juice, or replace his rocking chair. *sigh* I wish he'd consider a retirement home.

Sorrowfully yours,

Grace

Dear Diary,


I agree with Anne sadly.



On a better note, Tahitian and Hula dance class tomorrow. Woo, get to shake mah hips.



~Nymph
 
Dear Diary,

I have no idea who Daniel Craig is and imagine I am probably not missing out on anything.
 
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