Can I Wear White?
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Kadin's mother is online. Kadin, incidentally, is pronounced keh-AY-dehn, with the pause between the first and second syllable shortened extremely. It's ALMOST a two-syllable word, but not quite. Sorry, just had to clear that up.

Anyway, Kadin's mother is online. I want to ask her if he is about, see if I can get him online. I miss my boy. Miss him a LOT.

I've got reasons to ask this, after all - I need to know how much stuff he'll be bringing. Need to set up final arrangements. Give him an address to ship things to in advance, it'll give him less to carry.

I need to have him talk to Scott, see if we can get Scott to bring back some of his stuff as well, if we can get it to him... maybe via Rhett? Rhett and Scott hate each other.

But they both at least tolerate Kadin.

I think that they both think he's too good for me, and I'm too good for him... at least, I'd like to think they think that last part. Please don't burst my bubble here. *wry grin*

I need to know details - I am a detail-oriented girl, sometimes. I want to know what he'll be bringing, so I know which vehicle to use for sure. I need to get a couple measurements from him. I need to know if he'll be bringing his computer down right away or not.

I need to know this NOW. He'll be here soon.

17 days. I could calculate hours, but I won't. Ditto minutes, seconds, etc. Done it too many times already.

I'm just thinking days. Weeks, even. I need to keep this broad. Two weeks, three days.

So much to do... I need to clean the apartment, REALLY clean it. I need to clean out the travel kennel. I need to start looking more seriously for the collar I intend him to have. Polished steel, black leather, sweet silver bells, onyx beads, silk, velvet, so many choices for my boy.

I feel...

*blinks*

...I think that I feel the way a bride does just before the wedding. Or maybe the mother of the bride. Something like that. So much to do, so many plans... there'll have to be a proper collaring eventually. Formal? Dinner? Who will be there?

You see, it IS a wedding, of sorts.

And - please note, this part is one I REALLY don't want to talk about with ANYONE, but I finally have to say it or I'm going to go mad - it might be a real wedding.

I'm going to keep him here, one way or another. I do love him enough to make it an honest thing... but... me? Marry a slaveboy? The closest I've come to that is my engagement to Caleb - no, it's not off. The ring is still around my finger, and it'll stay there, no matter what legalities ensue. I love Kadin. He's not the only one I love, though.

Confusing, isn't it?

*wanders off in a daze, humming "Here comes the bride"...*

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