April 7,  2003

       Himself's daughter helped me tidy up my clothes yesterday.  They were all heaped in the dreaded guest room - but finally we can now walk in there again.  One thing about this house; when they were building it they must have figured the future owners would have one set of clothing each or something.  We have exactly 3 closets upstairs - one in our bedroom and two that are side by side in the hall.  All three measure 2 feet wide (each) and about 22 inches deep.  That's it.  And considering that for the first time in my life i've got a job that lets me afford to buy clothes, these closets are not working out well.  Once the warm weather arrives (yeah right *sigh*) i want to go shopping along Queen Street and hopefully find an affordable free standing wardrobe.

     i start my journalism course next week!  Yay!  And i'll be attending with my soon-to-be new boss.  It's probably a good thing that we are going to be moving to the new location soon - she and i end up in clothing stores all the time, as where we are now has all the great underground shopping.  She's talked me into a few pieces that i probably wouldn't have bought on my own.  Turns out Himself's daughter really liked the skirts - and i feel great in them.  

     It's interesting how i head to the stuff my mother would have liked, and the soon-to-be boss drags me back to the younger stuff.  And is not afraid to tell me when i'm buying things too big.  Weird how the perception of ourselves can be.  i'm convinced i'm a size large, and she's putting me into a size 6.  'Course if i continue on my carb quest, that won't last long.  Talk about falling off a wagon.

     Anyway, i'm really looking forward to the journalism course.  It's writing!  Maybe it will help me get the stories that lurk around in my head out - give me confidence with words!  That's what i'm hoping for the most - besides the fact that it will be good for work.  

     The creative urges are hitting fast and furious these days.  i vacillate between wanting to draw, to wanting to write - to snuggling with good books for a few minutes before sleep.  And then i go to work and build graphs and charts and write articles and organize ceremonial presentations and on and on.  (Obviously i'm going to like this new job!)  

     And in between all that i've thought (again) about tattoos and genital piercing.  i'm probably thinking about the tats since Himself's NY friend is considering one.  i think she's about the same age i was when i first started considering it.  i keep chickening out though.

     Genital piercing i find quite fascinating.  i can't help but think if it's placed just in the right spot, then no matter what, one's clit would be stimulated.  And that i find very appealing.  In this link they also shared a tidbit about outer labia piercing:

     "Labia piercings were once often used by men to prevent wives and slaves from having sexual intercourse with other men. Both outer labias would be pierced with a lock holding them together."

     Now that sounds very D/s to me! Anything that remotely suggests control over my body peaks my interest.  Problem is, the only piercing i think i'd be able to work up the nerve for is the outer labia - and it's known to "grow out."  Not a lot of reward for something that's going to hurt like crazy.   

     All this from the kid who begs for "more and harder, please" floggers and canes.  Go figure.

     Link to more info - i'm always brave until i see the pictures!