Quick Update

Hi people!
I haven't been here for a while. Things have gotten zany. The times when I get busiest are the times I want to write most (must be my deep-seated procrastination instinct kicking in), but I really shouldn't be writing right now. I have a huge term paper due on Friday (it's on the acoustics and evolution of speech, should be pretty cool when I'm done) and I've barely started because I've been off meds for a little while and haven't been able to focus, but now I'm back on track and I'm going to try to keep my internetting to a minimum until that's done. So if I owe you an email, rest assured I haven't forgotten you. I'm just in a hurry to catch up with school.

Anyway, a few things before I go. These are more personal reminders than anything that'll interest you-- I feel like if I write down a goal on the internet where people can see it, I'll be committed to staying on the wagon. Otherwise I'll feel shame, shaaaaaaaaaaaame.

1). Drink more water. At least a liter a day. I've been a bad, bad owl and I almost never drink it. I only started drinking water again because I've been sick for the entire month of February and I realized that healthy habits will probably keep me healthier.
2). Spend more time exercising. Actually, I made this a goal in January, but then being sick for a month and now being struck down with death cramps has made this impossible. But as soon as the cramps go away, I need to stick to being more active.
3). Some other things. Take my meds every day. Do a better job on homework.

Okay. That's pretty much it. By the way, I started a tumblr for quick notes and fun internet things. It's a good distraction for my ADD brain, because the posts are short and the topics vary widely. I won't give up on blogging, but tumbling things is pretty fun too. Consider it my internet scrapbook (and a better representation of my interests than my blog-- since my attention span rarely lasts long enough to write about my interests).

whiskeyowl.tumblr.com

Okay, that's all for now. Bye bye.

Because I like owls

Look what I found!

Excellence in advertising. If I made coffee at home, I'd buy it. I hate to admit that advertising gimmicks like this work on me, but come on. It's an owl. Made of coffee beans. I bet it's delicious.

Things my owner says, #24

"I love you for your personality, but I like you for your holes."

Uhhh, thanks?

Things my owner says, #23

"Why do you hate it when I put my fingers in your pussy?"

"Master, I hate it when anyone touches my pussy."

"Oh. I thought maybe you just didn't like it when I do it because I cover my hands in dirt before I touch you there."

You....what?! Goddammit, I hate you.

Things my owner says, #22

I have been trying to find all sorts of ways to trick Master into not fucking me. None of them are working.

The latest?

"Master, don't put that in me! We can't have sex until we get married!"

"Listen, if I don't fuck you, Rick Santorum wins."

Goddammit. There's no way I can argue with that. You win again, Master.

I'm extremely angry right now.

This isn't another cute journal entry about how Master does things that make me mad. He makes me mad all the time, but every time he drives me crazy, it makes me love him a little bit more. Unfortunately, this one isn't about him.

I am angry because my parents are getting a divorce. I am surprised at how hard I'm taking it, because growing up, I always assumed that everything would be okay as long as no one was dead. I lived through the death of one parent, and a cancer diagnosis and difficult recovery for the other, so you'd think a little thing like divorce shouldn't bother me that much. I am in a really tough spot right now because I don't know how to treat my stepmother.

My parents have been married for 15 years. They got married about a year and a half after my mother passed away and my stepmother has been the closest thing to a maternal figure I've had, though she's never felt like a mom to me. I am fairly certain she has an undiagnosed mood disorder, because she acts like a perfectly rational, normal person half the time, and then at the drop of a hat she'll turn into a furious, screaming monster that's irrational, emotionally unstable and downright frightening. To this day, I can't listen to someone scream at me or anyone else without melting down into a full on panic attack because I'm so scarred from growing up with a screamer (other than that, I think I turned out pretty okay). Even though I think she's legitimately a nutcase half the time, she's a pretty decent mom the other 50% of the time and she makes my dad happy. He's a quiet, introverted man, and outwardly expressing emotions isn't his strong point, but he's obviously very devoted to her and he's never failed to do whatever it takes to keep her happy. She's never given him any indication to think he wasn't doing a good enough job.

I was absolutely shocked when my dad called me last week and told me that my stepmother has decided she wanted a divorce. I asked him why he hadn't told me before that they were having issues, and he told me that he was as surprised as I was, because up until two weeks ago she hadn't said anything of the sort, and then BAM: "I think we should get a divorce." He's very upset about this and he wants to do anything he can to make things right, but he says he's afraid she's already made up her mind. They own two homes (one is on the Oregon coast) about an hour and a half away from each other, and she's decided that she wants him to go live at the beach house for the next few months, and then when summer rolls around, she'll move to the beach and then he can move back to their full-time home. She didn't even try to negotiate this with him, she apparently had already decided before she had even told them they were having marital problems, and then let him know that he needs to move at the same time she first decided to inform him they were having issues with their relationship. Why is this a problem (besides the fact that it's fucked up)? She doesn't own either of those houses. I'm especially pissed at her sending him off to the beach and then switching places with him when the weather gets good. She doesn't own that home. My dad bought the property FOR MY MOTHER, whose dream it was to build a home on Cannon Beach, and then she was diagnosed with cancer three weeks later. My stepmother hasn't worked since she and my dad got married. Granted, she was a stay-at-home mom of five kids, so I don't exactly blame her, but I think it's wrong to kick my dad out and pick and choose which house she wants at which time of the year. I'm really angry because she's more assertive than he is and she's yanking him around on a chain and acting like a bitch, and because my wonderful dad is going to be single and lonely in his late fifties.

So, she's been calling me over the last few days, but I haven't picked up the phone yet because I'm too angry to talk to her. I don't really know what to do. I can't decide if I should talk to her or not. I feel like it'd upset my dad if I cut her off, because he loves her and it probably wouldn't help with their problems, but I don't think I can pick up the phone without yelling at her for being a cunt.

I'm not trying to air my parents' dirty laundry on here. I'm just frustrated, and sort of asking for advice? Maybe? I don't really know. I just can't decide if I should call her back or not.

Things my owner says, #21 (Happy Valentine's Day)

So, a friend of mine uploaded this picture to FetLife in observance of Valentine's Day:

Hah. Ahahaha. Master saw this and used his terrible pun talents to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive.

"Hey, that's not true at all. My dick gives you money shots all the time!"

(groan)

"My penis doesn't ejaculate money? I don't know what you're talking about. My cock is a total ATM machine!"

(groan)

"Get it? Get it? Hey, it's funny because ATM stands for ass-to-mouth."

Imagine me facepalming, pretty much just like the girl in the picture. Yeah.

Guys. I am sooooo lucky. I've got this special, special man all to myself. And his special, special penis.