an idle mind...

I loved that song it was so worth the wait,

 it sounds so good on a rainy day, the breeze blows though my curtains in my lucky, lucky place, if I ever fell unlucky just take me to that place…  take me down to the old trailer park

The one where it only rains on rainy days

Take me down to the old trailer park

The one where tornados never seem to hit

Take me down to the old trailer park the one where you hear your neighbors loving and warin’

Take me down to the old trailer park

The one where it’s lucky to smoke lucky strikes

Then ya told me if the wind blew we would rock it

Then ya put that lucky penny in my pocket

Then ya told me you’d paint clouds on the ceiling but you never told me you never told me that we were going to leave…

Take me down to the old trailer park the

The one where dogs and cats they never fight

Take me down to the old trailer park
the one where you and I, just might

Then you told me we were on our way...

Then you told me it would be today

Then you told me you were far away but you never told me, you never told me
that we’d been there everyday

Take me back to the old trailer park

smilesssss

I don’t suffer from insanity

I enjoy every fucking minute of it

Maybe you should too!

a lil early.. but happy halloween!

Recently, my family has been going insane with the Halloween decorations.  Now I know that this might seem insignificant to most, but there’s a reason behind their festive moods, Y/ya see my grandmother’s birthday was October 31^st.  Our first

Halloween without her, it’s going to be a tough one.  Well my point is that rather than say, “dammit I miss grandma”, we’ve all got skeletons and witches and ghosts, and fake blood...  the works… I find this to be kind of funny, but also sad.  So, I’d like to post these witches (she’d understand) and say “thanks to an amazing lady, we love and miss you very much”   

just a thought

Well P/people today started off like any other day... but it’s only 12:15 and it’s progressing into a real “shit-fest”. This is not a good time for me to blog, but so be it. I have but one question for Y/you, do Y/you ever just hate P/people, not a certain person... no… just the human race in general? Well I’ve got one thing to Say… I hate P/people! THEY SUCK... Sometimes I just want to surround myself with newspaper and scream “STOP TOUCHING MEEE!!!!” And then I have to be this perfect little angel, who never says anything offensive... Well P/people... sometimes casi is offensive... casi can be a total fuckin bitch! YeS! She can yell and scream and say FUCK YOU! But she doesn’t... well; I’m beginning to wonder why... Sometimes P/people need to hear that gratuitous FUCK YOU… it keeps them in line…

Oh wait a second... my inner submissive just told me that I couldn’t say any of those things… okay, let’s forget about the last paragraph for a second... I think that too many times in life W/we worry about what other P/people think of us… Does it really matter? HELL YES, so W/we plan out what W/we say very carefully trying not to offend. W/we tiptoe through the truth so many times in life that W/we forget what real honesty is… Well today I challenge Y/you all to be Y/yourselves… Do Y/you still know who that is? This is me... this is how I feel... So I think I’ll leave this post just the way it is… for now.

bad dreams

      The sun is shining down through the tall Carolina pines and the birds are singing.  Alone, she walks along the familiar path of tombstones as if she’s in some kind of strange trance, unable to think of anything else, she continues on walking.  She feels the fear begin to consume her, for she knows what’s next.  Without warning the earth beneath her feet bursts open and a cold dirty hand emerges.  She feels the icy cold fingers tighten around her ankle, and begin to pull her down.  A bone chilling scream escapes from her soft lips as she awakens to find herself alone in her bed.  She lies very still for a moment, paralyzed with fear, and suddenly without thinking she reaches for the phone with shaking hands.  She slowly dials His number with trembling fingers and listens quietly as it rings.  Once, twice and a third time the phone rings, a tired but gentle voice comes from the other end and He whispers “hi, baby girl”,  she replies with an almost childlike response of  “Daddy,  baby had another bad dream”.   As usual He soothes her tortured mind with quiet banter about His day at work and stories of “the mother and Papa Stan”; somehow this Man always knows exactly what to say.  She feels her pulse begin to resume its normal rhythm, and then she hears it, that soft growl deep in His chest, the sound that sends her over the edge.  She feels the heat building between her thighs as she hears Him tell her to touch His property.  She obeys without protest, using her hand to massage what is His.  Slowly she feels her excitement building, and her soft moans become louder and more urgent.  Spurred on by His delicious words, she feels a powerful release mounting deep within her, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she cries out “ please Daddy!”  and she hears Him reply with “Do it right now, you better not waste My fucking time little girl!”  With this she explodes with wave after wave of passion, and T/their muffled cries of love cut through the crisp fall air like a sharp knife…  Quietly, T/they say T/their goodnights, and just before she hangs up He hears her whisper, “Thank You for loving me Daddy”, He says “no baby thank you, now get some rest”  and without another word she hangs up her phone, and drifts back off to sleep.

Him..

Have Y/you ever been tired? , physically and mentally exhausted from the trials and turmoil of this everyday struggle that W/we face every day? i felt this way not too long ago, the life that i had worked so hard to build changed drastically, people i thought i knew transformed into monsters i wish i'd never met, and as the world around me came tumbling down i found myself drowning at the bottom of my bottle of vintage merlot. Some odd twist of fate brought me back to an old habit, one that id abandoned years before, because, just because i couldn't take the constant reminders of another love gone wrong.. i sat down in front of my computer, and a few clicks later i found myself "sitting quietly" in the corner of a good ole buzzen chatroom.. i sat there for a while watching the chatters talk of various things, laughing along with them occasionally, but mostly just in my own lil broken world. Little did i know that i would remember this nite forever. As i was sitting there alone, He crept up like a shadow, this mysterious Dominant in a long black coat, with His flowing black hair and a tiny glint of fang shining from the corners of an intensely wicked grin, He came to me, and stole my heart away with His kind words and sincerity. A few weeks went by this Wonderful Man asked me to wear His Collar.. i was confused, scared, happy, and basically just enamored with all that was this Man.. He has shown me so much love and patience, and i will be eternally grateful for this.. Thank You Daddy for making me the happiest lil girl ever!

So the time has come for U/us to meet.. and as luck would have it.. Today is the day! i'll be leaving in just a lil while to kiss and hug the Man of my dreams, Wish me luck....

wtf???

Okay, so E/everyone is out there in cyber land, just posting away on their fabulous blogs.. but me.  During the past week, i've had to deal with many issues; things with family and friends, work, and love.. well maybe this is why i don't need a blog, you see, i'm just a bit of a rambler.. W/we'll just keep going.. i do have a point, well i think i do.  Recently it has come to my attention that certain people have issues with me, Yes i know i can be a real fuckin bitch some times.. but are W/we not adults?  Can W/we not address these issues as such?  Am i such a heartless bitch that i can not take criticism from those who claim to be my friends?  Sure i can.. 
So there's this Guy, *smiles* how many tales of doom start that way, *chuckles* anywayss.. There's this Guy, not just anyyyyy Guy.. nooo this one is, just amazing, the most beautiful Soul one could ever meet..  A girl may go her entire life and never know the love of a Man such as this, but i am lucky enough to be called His, but all is not well.  Recently, an "unfortunate series of events"  have prevented me from being the good lil baby girl i should be,  Honestly P/people, i should be in His arms this very second, and as disturbing as that is, there are those who doubt me.  To those people i apologize sincerely.. but in all reality.. is this really necessary?  Why do these people find it so necessary to interfere with my Love and i?   i really do not know..    So i end this by saying, that if all goes well, my next post will be from the Loving arms of my Daddy..   thanks for listening to my senseless babble.. good day to you all.