The New Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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Last year my aunt asked me how old I am. I honestly didn't know. I had to count, and even then I counted wrong. Now I know I'm 29, because people are constantly asking me whether I have some weird anxiety about turning 30. :rolleyes:

I loved turning thirty, because everyone got off my ass. Either people were laughing, cause I was 29 (who cares?) or they were asking how many times I had been 29 (and then saying they weren't calling me old).

The funny part was on my thirtieth birthday my mom called and wished me a happy 29th birthday - I had been getting that all day so it took me a couple of minutes to realize she actually thought I was turning 29! And then my dad called to give me a hard time about turning thirty, but I just turned the tables and pointed out that his oldest child (me) was thirty, his youngest (my sister) is 18, and his oldest grandchild is 10. If anyone was old it was him.

I laughed. :D
 
"More" is an evil, double-edged, wicked, exhausting, incredible, delightful word.

There's something terribly disconcerting about having your own body used against you. :cattail:
 
Ya. I feel it. It really is going to be OK.

Awesome may even be possible, or maybe even kind of likely... And I'm really OK with that.
 
I swear to god, if she keeps talking about how much she wants a spanking or to be tied up... I'm perfectly happy and comfortable in my friendzone, but woman's making me TWITCH.
 
O, Canada, What Went Wrong?

Spotted today: Royal Crown Canadian Whiskey - with MAPLE flavor added. Sorry, my northern friends, but that is just wrong.
 
I've been using mine 16-20 hours a day since Friday morning - it's called a pillow.

Really SW, you can't walk around and suffocate people with pillows all day!:D

I think I prefer the image IA paints. :D

Neighbor's newborn keeps crying. All. The. Time. They're moving out soon, but until then, IA's method is the only way a pillow will work as an ignore button. The baby's seriously messing with my mellow, and my sleep. J even decided to escape for the weekend, because he has a big week ahead of him and he really needs to sleep. That's how loud the baby is.

I'm left behind holding the fort and feeding the cat.
 
I'm thankful for all of my Lit buddies! You're a great bunch of people, and a fantastic support system!

Enjoy the day....all of you!

:rose::kiss::rose:
 
So much opportunity for snark.

And here I am trying to be good...

Hold my hand, somebody!
 
Whatever. It was a long time ago. When I think about it, though, I still hold bitterness from the way things played out.

What I'm grateful for is how much I've learned in the past few years about myself.

What an odd ride.
 
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