I May Actually Be Asleep - Please Don’t Wake Me If I Am

It’s no secret that I’m an insomniac.  Once someone even titled me an insomniatic.  I liked him.  We had good talks in the middle of the night.  It’s a shame that things ended the way they did.

Ok, so enough of that.  Today has been an extremely busy day.  I moved (with the help of my dear friend Edward at Exjinn Networks) The Week In Kink.com, SatinesBlog.com (not yet live), and soon we’ll be moving Quid Pro Quo PR, which is currently hosted on Wordpress.com.  It’s a lot of work to move a blog.  You can usually back up your data files, but bookmarks and widgets and links are just gone.  *poof*

Aside from that, I had to go through all of the other blogs (10 of them) and add links to the blogrolls and also to the about pages.  What a pain in the arse.  I live for this shit though.  I actually love the details of it.  I get off on it.  So I’m bitching, but here I sit happily doing it.

I’ve just found out that I am an official FetLife Greeter.  I’m a friendly soul, and I’m friendly in multiple languages, so I think I’ll do a good job for them.  Besides, I like to be special.  I’m like the head FetLife Cheerleader these days.  I think John may be worried that I’m trying to take over his empire, but in fact, I’m just trying to take in his empire.  (Ha ha, I make wit der sex puns).

I think I have masturbated about eight times since opening my new box from VibeReview.com.  I masturbated with Marky D. Sade last night (which ended up in him watching me play with all of my toys).  I masturbated alone in the early morning.  I masturbated again right after that.  And then MDS came home and I masturbated (and fucked him) again!  I’m really loving this new batch of toys!!!!

I have tried out the Iris, the Cyberglass Felicity, The Magnificent Vibrating Glove (mine came in fuschia, by the way), The Stubby G, and even the lube!  The only thing I haven’t tried yet is the new corset harness, which I’m pretty excited about.  By the way, they spell it Corsette Harness if you are searching for it.

Alright, so aside from being Wile E. Coyote, Superblogger and Masturbatrix extraordinaire, I have gotten some normal people things done.  I reorganized my sex toy drawers and washed the covers on the Liberator wedge/ramp combo.  I was wanting to wash them, dry them, and replace the covers before I finish my official review of the product.   I am really hoping that the next thing I receive from Liberator is the Black Label Esse.  It seems so perfectly perfect.  It would be such a debate.  Should we fuck on the Wedge/Ramp combo tonight or on the Esse?  What?! The bed?  How novel!

Hmmmm.  What else?  I have started to re-nest my love nest.  Now that our baby is three, it’s time to re-claim our space.  So I’ve been nesting around a bit.  Before we had the baby, W was not allowed in our room except for very special occasions.  Now it seems like our bedroom is our family room so it’s time to lay down the law.  Pretty easy, since W is still in Oregon.  She is still miserable.  This is the year that she has decided to hate her stepmonster.  I keep quiet about it, believe it or not, and tell her to mind her manners.  One of the few things that I think my mother did right was to never badmouth my father (though he deserved it several times.)  To this day, she does not say a negative word about him.  I think that’s the way it should be.  I play by those rules anyway.

I’m starting to upload live shows to ColdplayLiveArchive.com with a detailed review of each show.  I’m still figuring out a few things, but soon there will be more Coldplay than you can shake a stick at, and Chris Martin will send me an email begging me for my extensive live collection.  He will fly here in his private jet, take me out to dinner at Blue, my favorite restaurant, and I will deliver his stack of DVD’s to him as I suck his cock underneath the tablecloth.   I just know it :)

Well, that seems like a perfect way to end today’s journal entry.  I hope you enjoy the idea of Chris Martin lovingly feeding me his cock for dinner as much as I do.