It's not just masochism, although goddess knows that has to be part of it.

It's sure as hell not love... I'm beginning to wonder if I have even the faintest, foggiest idea of what love is. People keep telling me I don't. Perhaps they are right?
Note from the Author, one day later... nope, they were quite wrong. I know what love is. And DAMN, it hurts.

Cynical. Impressed yet?

Yeah, in case you hadn't noticed, this really IS just me rambling a lot. It's late, and tomorrow I have to get real sleep and go to a real job and pretend to be a real human being again. I don't want to. I want to have a household where if I cook meals, do occasional chores, and keep 3-5 males content, that's ALL I need to do. I want that. Mind you, I have very specific males in mind, and any OTHER men wouldn't work. Ick. No rednecks and bible-thumpers, no insane axe murderers, none of that. I prefer plain old garden-variety BDSM psycho slaveboys, thank you. *grin*

So I'm gonna go wander now. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I am feeling quite sniffly.

If I'm coming down with another cold, I think I will shoot myself.