I want, I want, I want…
… yes, it’s true. I’m a wanton woman. (rimshot)
Happy Friday, happy Chross Day. Congratulations to all who made the list. I’m so happy that, once again, my blog featuring Spanking Court was Chrossed. I am trying to shoot lots and lots of attention their way and this is a huge help. So thank you, kind sir. 🙂
So what do I want? I dunno. I’m restless. I really want it to be next weekend. I know, I know — don’t wish your life away, Erica. But right now, I feel like I’m in a sort of stuck-in-limbo mode, waiting for various things. A long weekend beckons, but John and I have no plans; the downside of the two of us being loners and antisocialites. This will be a weekend of outings, barbecues and parties (oh gawd, John’s noisy next-door neighbor will probably have one… ugh), but we’ll just hang out and do our usual.
You know, most of the time I’m very happy with that — crowds and noise and driving with the masses in traffic and running here and there don’t appeal to me and I love our solitude. Still, every now and then, I want to break out of that. Can’t explain why. But I know I can’t have it both ways, so I get over it.
Monday is Memorial Day, and the 15th anniversary of my first adult spanking, the one that started it all. Of course, I wish New Guy were here, so I could mark (har!) the occasion with a spectacular celebratory spanking. But he isn’t and that’s that. I will have to acknowledge the day on my own, rejoice in some fond memories and look forward to making new ones.
So what is everyone doing this weekend? Tell me all about your fun plans and I will live vicariously through you.
Hmmmm… as long as I’m in this wantin’/wanton mode, here’s a random want list, in no particular order.
I want to win the lottery, so we can go to ALL the spanking parties all over the country. Oh, and so I can pay bills and stuff.
I want to find an at-home proofreading/copyediting job with a steady stream of work and not just fits and starts when people are overloaded.
I want the tornadoes and earthquakes and so forth to stop wreaking so much havoc. Way too damn much tragedy going on for too damn many people.
I want Judd Apatow to retire. His movies are disgusting. When did bodily functions gone revoltingly awry and people behaving like animals become the benchmark for what’s considered funny?
I want to live in a world where no one has ever heard of Jersey Shore, the Kardashians or Kate Gosselin.
I want Harold Camping to STFU already. Rapture, my butt.
I want to be able to look down at my arms and not cringe. When the hell did my skin morph into crepe paper?
I want John to have a healthy heart, without the inconvenience of carving his chest open to insert porcine parts.
I want them to invent an app that mutes one’s surroundings. Screaming babies on a plane, neighbor’s loud TV, street construction outside your window? Hey, there’s an app for that! I would have used it last night in my exercise class, on the two women behind me who talked through the entire thing.
I want too much. I need to stop that.
Have a great weekend, y’all.