January 2,  2003

         Another new year already.  i cannot believe how fast the last one went!  i remember as a child thinking that days and weeks lasted forever - now it seems the sun has barely come up before it's setting again.  

         The Picasso quest continues.  i'm making some progress i think - at least i'm not afraid of the paint and the pencil quite so much.  i even felt good enough about one new piece to give it as a gift!  i wasn't even finished "looking" at it yet.  When i finish something, it always feels like there's a piece of "me" on the paper or the canvas.  Hard to explain but it's like i've taken a part of who i am and placed it beside me forever.  So then i have to look at the picture for hours and hours, to recapture the emotion that i had while working on it.  So that i can have the emotion back to use again.  Even though that part of me will always remain on the canvas. Ack, i'm not sure i'm making any sense at all :-)

         Somehow i managed to blow up the Bloodstone Webring page - which is incredibly annoying as i did not want to lose all those lovely women.  i've managed to get a few back on the list, but unfortunately i used that page as my link to them, rather than using conventional browser favourites links.  Doh.  i can only hope that whoever i've missed will notice and find me again.

         i'm still trying to recover from New Year's Eve.  Himself and i decided to party hardy all night - having a designated driver was a bonus!  But gads, we haven't gotten out of control like that in a long time.  Well, He stayed in control (go figure) - i just decided that since there wasn't any more red wine, that white would do quite nicely thank you very much!  Oh yes, and some champagne is fine as well.  What was i thinking!  By the time i was convinced we should be leaving, Himself found me in the coat room with a couple of lovely ladies - all of us in lip locks.  Of course He finds this all terribly amusing.  my hangover headache didn't.  :-(

        The hosts of said party decided to have a Homage to "O" theme.  Excellent outfits were everywhere!  j loaned me her "under the bust" red and black lace corset, and one of those laced up white blouses for underneath.  i had a long black skirt and light, see through shawl to go with, and felt very sexy indeed :-)  Can we say "pleaasssssssssseeeeeeeee may i get one of those corsets Sir?"  Himself looked long and lean in His leathers.  How does that man manage to not gain an ounce?

This is the style of corset

         We had a great scene as well.  i was blindfolded for the duration, which helped me to block out the world and just get into it.  i'm not very toughened up anymore though, as we haven't had the chance to scene often, so i'm thinking i should start asking for it a whole lot more.  i've been so calm since, that i think i hadn't realized how much i missed it.  i think Himself needs some new toys as well :-)

        i had a chance to run a knife all over a lovely female body!  What a headspace that proved to be.  i found myself enjoying the experience very much, although unbeknown to the recipient at the time, i'd turned the sharp side of the blade out, using the blunt side instead.  i wisely figured since i was imbibing, i shouldn't be using sharp pointing things on people.  (i was still very dependable at this point - otherwise i'd not have been allowed near it!)

       So we rolled in the new year with a bang. i think the rest of January will be a whimper - and lord knows, i won't be wanting much wine.  Heh.

     “Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”
--Salvador Dali      

     

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