Someone hit me tonight. Because I asked them to. Three times.

Well they didn't get it right the first time, and it wasn't hard enough the second time. Upon reflection, and a look in the mirror (aren't those the same thing?), I don't think they hit me hard enough at all. There are no marks. I wanted marks. I wanted large, glaring, black bruises. Bam-a-lam.

I can't wait until I sober up and can feel again.

I think I have a new hobby.

Ed. Note: No, this has nothing to do with sex, submissiveness, or even masochism - probably more of a Red Badge of Cowardice. This happened on the dance floor, not in the bedroom. To the increased traffic who were referred from the porn sites, sorry. Perverts.

Ed. Note #2: The new hobby is stamp collecting. I had an awesome Ukrainian stamp but I lost it. Yeah, in retrospect, maybe I should've mentioned it in a separate post...

listening to: nothing.
in my sink: nothing.