RIP Harry Morgan. I will miss you Colonel Potter.

randomness of the brain

Tis the season for... seasonal depression. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!

Actually I haven't had much trouble with my depression as of late. So when it came up on me, it did it super stealthy. Ninja depression. It's not nearly as bad as it has been in the past. This is due to a couple of factors. One, no one out emotions my mom. and two, I have a much tighter grip on my depression. But oh boy, you couldn't have told me that last night when it reared it's ugly head. It sucker punched me and left me crying on the floor for the evening. Joy.

However once the tide receded I was able to see the light and make it to the surface not too worse for ware. No drowning in depression for me, thank you very much. But goodness, no more kicks in the teeth Universe, please!

I will do a really bad segway here and transition to something else that has been on my mind. Friends who suck. In the past this was one of my triggers. Not so much any more. A few years back I began weeding out the people who were not good for me. It hurt, but it hurt far less than the flagrant disregard that I was being shown. It looks as if I will have to be doing a bit more pruning. It is easier now. I have established what I want from a friendship and what I will not tolerate. Mainly I will no longer allow it to be a one way street. I have befriended users most of my life. No longer. The users must go!

Unfortunately.. or perhaps fortunately this includes someone I never thought I would have to weed out. Closer to 20 years of friendship than 10.But when time and time again I am insulted and treated like a last resort, the person that you call to bitch to when no one else will answer because they are sick to death of listening to your whining, it's time for me to reevaluate the situation. No, I will not be the person you talk to when you have no other options. No, I don't understand why you don't have the ability to ask me how I am. No, I am not content with being turned down every time I ask to get together. No, I am not content to listen to how broke you are and then read about your drunken escapades on facebook. No, I am not alright with you not even wishing my kid a happy birthday. I am just sick of it.

And I am done. Done with your bullshit. Done with you. Let's see if you even notice.

The rest of you I still love! But she can sit and spin.

Not being able to have sex due to a back injury is just the perfect ending to an absolute shit day.

Narcissism

What? You aren't serious!!!

Join my Fire Brigade!!!

Hello! I'm Trxz and I am recruiting!

Do you like the feel of warm flames sweeping gently (or not so gently) over your flesh? Or do you prefer the feel of the flame in your hand and flesh turned to bliss beneath it? Or maybe it's just the sight of the two combining that does it for you. All are welcome in my fire house! So come! Join the Brigade!

Belated Season's Beatings report!

A few weeks ago I went to AIS' Season's Beatings play party. I had such a fantastic time and a minor miracle occured. I brought enough alcohol to play with the 1 person I had made firey plans with. But my alcohol lasted for 3 and a half people. After that I had people beg, borrowing or stealing alcohol for me to light their fire. Even so I was not able to fit everyone in, however I do have quite a few play dates lined up for WW. I am also going to bring an extra bottle to gift to everyone who graciously gifts to my Fire Brigade.


Me at the beginning of the night!

I had a simply marvelous time. I hadn't been able to make it out for a while and I surely needed the break. Some good quality time with kinky folks was just what the dr ordered!


At 3:30 when I rolled in.

On my way out a good friend of mine reaffirmed my nickname as their "Chew toy".


I have the best friends!

Does a spork go on the left or the right?