Life in a Nut Shell

I just had the most amazing christmas ever.

It was five days of a fantastic mix of laziness, snuggles, sexy sexin, stonedness, great food, way too much candy, adorable family times, and even more stonedness.

*major happy sigh*

I had such a fantastic day yesterday!

I was woken, not too early, by a phone call from my fantastic Lady inviting me to breakfast down the hall at another fantastic lady's sassy place. There were waffles, eggs, bacon and the company of a bunch of fantastic ladies.

Then there was a day of...mmm and oooh and ahhh....and other entertaining sounds followed by an evening of stoner television, snuggles, and oh-so-good food. Then I got to pass out in my Lady's arms.

It was just a great day.

Now I'm baking holiday sugar cookies and getting in the swing of the Holidays. Right now, life's good :)

I share toy drawing with you people!

http://fetlife.com/sit_on_santas_lap

Yay for Fetlife!

 

I have moved!  

I’m mostly unpacked-ish, the walls are painted-ish, the fridge is full-ish and I’m finally feeling like I’m safe in my home.  I’m a big nester; my home really does feel like part of me and it’s been a long time since I just felt general happiness in life and in my nest.  FINALLY, I feel like I can relax and get back to enjoying life.  I love my location on the hill, I love my building-mates, and most of all I love not feeling stressed in my home. 

Daym, I’m looking forward to all of the sexy romping that will undoubtedly occur in my swank new pad. (Serious plus worth mentioning: I've already verified that my screaming doesn't bother my wall-sharing compadre.)  I was kind of planning on having a lil housewarming thing, but this month is crazy so it might just have to roll right into the Halloween festivities somehow. 

Hooray for general happiness and improved living situations! 

Caution, weather forecast for today says sarcasm flooding is becoming an increasing concern for Seattle due to several days of locally heavy retardation.  A cold front dropping southward out of the souls of strip club patrons increases the assassination threat to the general Seattle area.  A few pop-up snarky showers and distain thunderstorms are possible across the blog-o-sphere for the next few days.

I met a rather special retard gentleman last night at work.  I walked up to him and he smiled and giggled a bit ridiculously so I asked him what was so amusing and he commented slimily that “Any dom worth his weight in salt would smile if he saw such a lovely specimen coming in his direction.”  Just one of those nights I suppose.  I literally immediately felt like I’d just been dunked headfirst in one or two of his bodily fluids and they’d quickly chilled and started solidifying on my face.  I worked out some semblance of a smile and introduced myself, ignoring his annoying use of the term “dom”. 

The conversation was stunted, dry, and annoying as all he appeared to want to do was call himself a dom over and over, comment about his slave and their various activities, and I swear I remember him punching himself in the face a few times…though that may have been a post-toke hopeful hallucination.   After I did not respond to his borderline childish plea for attention as he had hoped, he looked at me, almost concerned, and said “well that’s what I do you know; I beat people for fun”.  Before he even smirked that big smirk I mentioned in sort of an offhand way that “so do I”.  He looked at me confused and said “huh?” to which I repeated slowly “I beat people for fun too.” 

At this point his domly-dom demeanor sort of deflated into this sad confused little thing…Oh dear, thinking back on it, I may have accidentally wounded his ego just a little bit.  Poor thing.  He attempted to redeem himself by mentioning that he’d even been to the CSPC once and a swinger’s club in Vegas too!  I put on my bestest excited face and spoke in much too high of a pitch, “Wow, that’s great!.....Do you want a dance or not?”  I had given up hope getting a dance from this exasperating sort of person and was just looking for a way out of the conversation at this point. 

I really don’t enjoy this type of personage…they sort of give all of the people in the kinky ‘lifestyle’ a bad name and this nugget of joy in particular was just rubbing my slave heart the wrong way.  He mentioned that he was broke and I do believe as I was walking away he let me know that he could be found at the Noc Noc on a regular basis.  Well that’ll make the hitter’s job easier…

 

I went to the Py....Puya.....AEKL$%^()_DFHG!@@#$)BSRGN.....*googling*.... Puyallup Fair for the first time on Sunday and I have deducted that one should never ever pass up the opportunity for spinny rides, cotton candy, and unabashed silliness amidst the general population of Puyallup.

Way too much fun….seriously.

 

 

 Also: everything is better with ridiculous head gear. 

 

 THIS is awesome!

 (sorry, enbedding was disabled) 
www.youtube.com/watch

I can't decide which I like better, the beat-boxing puffer or the seahorse showguys....

WATCH IT.  FOR SERIOUS. 

 I needs them for moving purposes.

I could probably return cardboard boxes after they've been gently used for the move. Big bins and all kinds of big containers would be really helpful. Let me know if any of you have something you'd be willing to lend for a bit.

I'll be moving early October so if you'd like them back, you should get them back maybe mid October?

Thanks so much!