Yesterday, I fucked up. Bad.

Master and I are both pretty stressed right now. The move killed our finances and we're seriously strapped for cash. We're both doing what we can (which, for me, is proving to be not much unfortunately) to make some extra dough and trying not to snap each other's heads off due to the stress we're under.

Yesterday, I lost control of my “strong slave” image and broke down. Naturally, I couldn't do it respectfully. I had to be sarcastic and throw a temper tantrum. I swear I'm a two year old trapped in a woman's body. Which would be pretty hot if we were into age play but... we're not. So it's not.

So I've been jabbering on FetLife a LOT lately. I run out of things to do and just... babble. Annnnd I might be pissing people off but I'm at that stage in my life where I just don't care. I go through phases. One minute I'm praying to be part of the cool kids club and the next I realize the cool kids are missing their brains. And then I don't care that their brains have fallen out. I just want to be as cool as them!

Ah adolescence. Who'da thunk it would stretch almost to thirty. If I listen to the hours of gibberish my ATC counselors used to spew at me I'd believe it's all the drugs stunting my emotional growth to that of a twelve year old (when I started doing prescription and street drugs). Or maybe nine, when I started smoking cigarettes. I like to think it's much deeper than that. Being a teenager was fun, damn it!

Wow... I've been quiet, eh?

Things are settling down here. I just don't have much to talk about. Why is that? I have no idea.