tied and kneeling

badness

I had to confess to my man again today, down the slightly stretched sounding phone line from India.
I'm sorry I've been bad, not as bad as last time, but I didn't ask for permission in this instance. I just got carried away. I am broke and horny this month, and you're so far away...did I say I was sorry? I am. very.
I let him watch, you asked me not touch him, and I didn't, but I let him watch me, I kept my pants on, if that helps? I let him watch whilst I played. And charged him the price of a henry.
I'm sorry.
Can we talk about future hopes and dreams again now?

I am wretched,
pressing against my shadow
with the tips of my fingers
I ask it to open and let me in

Rule Eight (8)

Remember, you are not alone.
If people don't have time to support you, right now, as much as you feel like, wonder what's going on for them?
Perhaps they need a hug too.

The Rules

I'm working on rules. They're like guidelines to help me live. So far they're something like this;

1. Everything is not one big giant lumped together problem.

2. You are allowed to take things one at a time.

3. You are not required to feel guilty (not everything in the world is your fault)

4. Stop trying to control everything, do your best, that's all.

5. Find something to smile about every day.

6. Work hard at not getting distracted (blogging!)

7. If you get stuck, start with a (silly, energetic) dance.


I'm sure they'll keep on evolving....
so far they do seem to help a bit