Murder, Mayhem, Mischief, And Me
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Err... tired. Yeah.VERY tired. *sigh* Wishing I was drugged, or drunk, or asleep... but I'm NOT taking pills today, and NOT drinking alcohol today (although I actually have both available), and sleep isn't coming easily. I should bug the doctor about some more sleeping pills... they did seem to help. *sigh* Bored, a bit... not for lack of pleasing things to do, but for lack of energy to do them. Really and truly, I just want to get some rest. And then... *soft smile* ...and then I want to go back to the same delightful occupation that had my attention last night. I want to go back to putting one of my boys to good use. *her smile broadens* I've a picture that I keep turning to, over and over... one word, etched into flesh... so pretty... so... gods, so PLEASING... I'm kind of worried about Kadin. *blinks* I've been distracting myself fairly effectively with my other pets but I actually am worried about him - I've not heard from him in a while and I don't know any reasonable way to get in touch with him since he's no longer living with his folks and I don't have his new number. I'm hoping he's ok, but until I hear from him, I'm going to keep worrying. *wry grin* Can't help it, really. Tired. Gonna try getting a nap. There's a couple tacky horror flicks we've rented for tonight, and later on, sometime after midnight my time, I'll be back online. Hopefully by then I'll have gotten the rest I need and maybe, maybe, be in a good mood... ... ... ... ...if I'm not in a good mood, someone is going to end up bloody, bruised, sore, tear-streaked... whatever it takes. I'm still surprisingly hungry. Admittedly, a LOT of that hunger is courtesy of one delectable boy who just won't stop tantalizing me with hints of rebellion and deliciously-worded descriptions of pain and submission... I mean, he's showing me a fucking twelve-course banquet here, how can I not be interested? *grin* Ehh. It all works out, neh? In the end, it all works out. *chuckles suddenly, softly, her eyes darkening* ...and sometimes, it works out NOW. I'd thought I was going to wait a while, spare my pet something... but... well... push my buttons and sooner or later, I push back. I'm going to have fun tearing him apart.
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