| Hot Chicks: |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|05:53 am] |
Hot Chicks:
I know you've all been lined up and waiting to get into my pants, but I have to say sorry I'm taken. :P
I guess I was a little more clear on my fetlife post, but by the time I got through the interface to actually make a post on my livejournal I lost a lot of content. Most of you probably remember that I DO NOT share, and what's mine is MINE. Well, I hold myself to that same standard.
Not all is lost however... there are several single guys at work I can hook you up with :)
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| Brief update |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|01:49 pm] |
I have limited internet access through my new G1 android phone. LJ is not very mobile-friendly lol.
I also have a new job, and a new interest who may come out to visit me soon :)
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| Back online |
[Jan. 9th, 2009|04:35 pm] |
I've been down since Dec. 23rd. I have a lot of catching up to do. Lots. Lots and lots. lol
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| Break-in |
[Dec. 8th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
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Well that didn't take long! Last month, I posted about staying home from the munch, because 4 houses were broken into. What I did not follow up with was the fact that I'm glad I stayed home, because someone tried to get in the back door. The dogs were already barking, and I opened up the back door and yelled "Go Get 'Em!" My dogs are trained to go running up to the fence and bark when I say that. I use it on friends and neighbors who come up to my fence and know the dogs won't bite. It keeps the dogs trained to do just enough and not more.
Anyway, with no dogs here, I knew it would only be a matter of time. I didn't think it would take so little time. I came home last night, and they must have heard me pull up the driveway. My dresser drawers had been rifled through and dumped. The back door was wide open. I don't notice anything missing, unless they stole socks. If this was a movie, I'd say they were looking for something specific. Since this is Flint, I'd say they were looking for cash or a gun first.
But now they know I have a computer. They'll be back. I've never needed a gun before, and I'm probably the only one on my street who doesn't even have one. I had dogs, I didn't need one. Of course, it's only useful if I also have a CCW. It's only adding to the crime problem if I leave a gun at home for someone to steal.
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| Empty |
[Dec. 5th, 2008|09:16 am] |
Even when we first moved here together, 6-1/2 years ago, we brought an animal with us. A spider. Wolfie. This is the first time ever, since then, that there are no animals in the house.
I never took a single moment of my time with my wife for granted. I knew that life is short, and I have no regrets in that area. But I do admit, I vastly underestimated opening the front door and having something, anything, rush to greet me.
When my wife first died, it was sad. It was unbearably sad, but still warm. She was everywhere, and in everything, all around me.
Suddenly that's changed. It's just an empty shell now. Not even like a broken toy thrown in the trash. More like an empty candy wrapper. Worthless trash because the thing it once contained is gone.
Have you ever walked into a place, and felt something wrong? Maybe like it was haunted, but not in a halloween kind of way. Like a burning feeling in your gut that you need to get the fuck out right now. It's like that all the time now. Needless to say I don't sleep.
We were married here. Lived here. Died here. These walls have seen laughter, joy, and above all love. But it's all distant from me now.
The home has been stolen from my house. This is not my home. There is no life here.
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| FUCK YOU |
[Dec. 3rd, 2008|04:33 pm] |
FUCK YOU
They came and took my dogs today.
I know who you are. How dare you call yourself my friend, conny's friend. Don't give me bullshit about being concerned for me, because I never saw any offer from you to help with anything. Deny it. I dare you. Fuck you.
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| In Loving Memory |
[Dec. 2nd, 2008|12:39 pm] |
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In Loving Memory
Of my best friend, lover, companion, slave, soulmate, and wife.
Oct 18 1970 - Dec 2 2007
Over the years she has gone by the names:
coolconny
conny_LM
ladyMachiavelli
devotion
devotion1970
hisdevotion
hisdevotedone
LMsdevotedone
A few days ago, I found some of her websites:
Slave Registry:
http://www.seekdiscipline.com/pictures/495-367-937/
Her LIfe Story (before me):
http://domania.us/ladymachiavelli/lifestory/part1.html
Elysium Rescue, the animal rescue we ran from our home, with many animal pics:
http://www.myspace.com/elysiumrescue
Her livejournal:
http://hisdevotion.livejournal.com/profile
http://hisdevotion.livejournal.com/
I also found a whole lot of pics on the computer, including some from our wedding, but I have no place to host them. If anyone's interested, drop me a line and I'll create a big zip file to gather them all together and send it out in email.
And don't worry if I'm not very talkative today. I isolate. It's what I do.
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| Thanksgiving and Black Friday |
[Nov. 28th, 2008|01:40 pm] |
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I went to my parents yesterday. It took an hour and 15 minutes. Funny, I remembered it as being a two hour drive, but then I haven't been there in quite a while. It went a lot better than I expected. My nieces, 6 and 7, were acting up and fighting a little but. Actually a huge improvement from last year. Last year, they were the spitting image of the twins from The Shining. I also got a few dollars for my birthday (Nov 14) and christmas, from my aunt. This will help out a lot. Not that it's a huge amount, but these days even pennies count.
My parents are thankful for still having an income. They are really worried about the financial crisis and the auto industry. Their only income is my father's pension from GM. If they lose that, they will be homeless.
I usually stay home on Black Friday. Today is no different. I have enough tobacco and soda to last the day without going out into the mobs. Even in the midst of the worst financial crisis in decades, we still have fuckwads who selfishly indulge in me me me consumerism. Check out this story:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/29/business/29walmart.html
Only in Amerika. Nearing the one year anniversary of my own tragic loss, I can only feel sympathy for this poor person's family. The only thing wrong this guy did was show up for work, and now he will never come home again. His family will be planning a funeral instead of celebrating the holidays. Buy buy buy buy buy. Consume consume consume. Spend spend spend. Me me me me. People suck.
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| The Truth Hurts, and seeing a ghost |
[Nov. 26th, 2008|11:41 am] |
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I got a letter in the mail the other day.
Dear C.N.B. [wrong middle initial, wife's maiden name],
My name is S.S. My maiden name is S.T. I have reason to believe that you may be my mother.
Before I say any more, I'd like to let you know that I do not want anything monetary, and I will leave any further correspondance up to you. I just feel that if you truly are my mother, you desreve to know how I'm doing.
I am doing okay, though I am in the process of seperating from my husband. That is either here nor there, though. My main reason for writing this letter is to let you know - under the assumption that you are my mother - that you are also a grandmother. My son was born May 21st, 2008. He is a complete joy!
I am not going to judge, nor do I want to make you uncomfortable. If you do not want to respond to my letter, I will understand. If you are not my mother, could you please send me a letter to let me know that I need to keep looking?
If you are my mother, then I hope to hear from you soon! My address is: ...
Love, S.
Wow. Now, I know she isn't their biological mother. But I heard many stories of K & S, the children she took care of for years. I know this must be her, although I admit I'm a little surprised she married and had a kid. She must still be a little young for that, but not unbelievably so.
It would be the easiest thing to simply pretend I never got the letter. It's comforting to think I'd be doing some good by not telling her that the person she feels most fits the role of mother passed away a year ago. But that's not me. I can't do that. What sucks more is there is no phone number or online contact information, so I will have to write this letter out by hand, and she will receive it between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I know it's all up to me, but I could use some tips/advice/opinions on how to go about this. I'm thinking of putting the fact that she passed away near the top of the letter, so that when she reads the worst part she still has some doubt, then confirm her identity after that. Any other advice would be very helpful.
Along a similar note, I recently ran into a ghost. I was talking to a friend online, and I wanted to send the URL for the slave registry. I was wondering if my wife's information was still up. I wasn't sure how long ago she had registered, so I wasn't sure which name or email she may have used. But I was able to pull up my own info, and from there I found her number and was able to pull up her page. With pictures. She never was much of one for pictures of herself, so I haven't seen her pictures in over a year. It was hard to breathe as the tears were streaming down my face. The next day, I found our wedding pictures buried deep on my hard drive. The following day, the letter arrived. I'm not sure if the universe is trying to tell me something or what. I don't know if the pics were warning me the letter was coming, or if its all some sign of more to come. But anyway, if anyone wants to see her slave registry page, here it is:
http://www.seekdiscipline.com/pictures/495-367-937/
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| Idea for a new device |
[Nov. 22nd, 2008|08:42 am] |
We need something like this badly. It's getting out of hand. The device would be mandatory, and install in every driver's seat in every vehicle. The device would detect movement, and anything over 5mph and it would block all cell phone and text frequencies from the driver's seat.
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