Have you ever wondered what your favorite Goddess does on a Saturday night?
Well, this one you'd find me wrapped up tight in cotton bindings, and plastic cling wrap. I'm on blind date and drinking wine. Alright so the wine is like a spritzer or something, ya know my grown-up taste buds never developed. The cotton bindings were soaked in castor oil first, and the blind date is a book. It's spa night at Castle Cassidy, and my library does this cool thing every winter, they wrap a bunch of books in brown paper with a description that isn't the one you'd find on the jacket. I never would have chosen a book with this cover art.
Besides, if I were on a blind date it would be wine *or* cling wrap, I'm a responsible top.
Never have I ever typed more than an emo text while buzzed, let's see where this goes. I should probably commit to not hitting publish tonight. Take a solemn vow or something right now that I won't share until I have reviewed it sober.
*or*
Yolo, commit to hitting publish in an hour no matter what. Oh, I like that one better.
Someone was mean to me on the internets. Told me I wasn't pretty enough to charge what I do for my sessions. I cried so hard about it while I was soaking in the hot tub at <redacted for my privacy, I go there often> spa, in the mountains.
Last time I shared getting up in my feels on the internets, this super sexy kitten found her way into my inbox...
I had the strangest dreams this morning. I mean that is a bit like saying this water is especially wet today. But it is, and it was. We visited an ostrich farm, it was pretty sweet. And I was Air B&B'ing somewhere I most definitely have no business being. It was not a bougie spa in the mountains.
This doesn't seem outrageous at all and it's too late to have more wine.
And I don't have a clever title.
I suppose one could argue that's ever stopped me before.
