were-rabbits!

I have been naughty and only spent money on bringing my child to the movies, instead of laundry soap or visit money. As if in sympathy, Jaxxon went all emo. I hope his coincidental namesake my nephew, and his mom my sister, and her daughters and husband and poultry, have not been washed downstream to New Hampshire. Probably not. Shamefully I have forgotten their phone number, and also where I wrote it.

Lady Calendula Tottington is a bloomin' babe, even if she is plasticine with fleece hair. She has the most darling overbite since Kate Hepburn. And her color-sense rocks.

I have Brie guilt, and movies guilt, and overdraft guilt, and dirty laundry guilt. But I had to sieze the Brie, and the movies, or we would not get to do either thing for another eight or nine months. All remaining November surplus is dedicated to birthdays and Christmas.

And if anyone actually reads this, bodeewan the photomanip genius is also a trained clinical diagnostician, and has done a fantastic meta on Dom Obi and sub Ani. And how the GFFA could have been saved by the application of good lovin. Pretty soon I saw dom and sub in every slash I've ever committed to print. I wrote a twi'lek domme, but never showed her in action-- squeamish of it. Or maybe just ignorant. I think good doms are scarce in this world. Some of what bodeewan prescribes seems to be depressingly idealistic. I have been let down by doms who didn't care to put up with what I dredged up, and that is the kiss of failure to the whole business.

My husband is very generous with what he wants to give, at least. I still feel panic at the times he refuses me. I need to realize it will come around later. He does not want to refuse, ever. It's only when he must.

Conversely, I refuse him things all the time. I foolishly think I don't have what he wants. He tells me I'm delusional, and that it would be very easy to say yes. The mythical good dom would not set up the sub to fail...yet the dom in my head does exactly that. It is not real. It is a bad copy of an old recording. Please self, remember this...

The were-rabbit is actually Wallace, having spilled some of his brains and replaced them with bunny brains. He will forever occupy two bodies now, bless his cartoonity. He corrupted an innocent lagomorph with Wensleydale, and turned it into a Midlands Bugs. Human beings are screwed like that, just like those atomic fission idiots. Mad cloners and growers of prize marrows. May we use our vast powers only for good. If only by accident.