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oh sweet mindfuck, lady

2004-10-18 / 2:31 p.m.
who's elmada? i've had a visitor named elmada in my notes section and i can't see his or her diary when i click on their name. feh.

so, the erotic arts ball went fabulously. it appeared that M was fine working with an amateur to ice up some edible beauties. after it was all said and done i had a sore butt from being spanked by H, whipped by C's girlfriend, and a nasty fall on some cinderblocks while rushing up to the stage to engage in my icing experimentation. i had 12 pounds of devil's fudge icing left over-(and a very sticky chest). vin and i weren't going to eat all of that fudge, so i donated the icing to the shalom center. note: i had to scrub off my creative labeling on the tupperware. for laughs i put "satan hearts you, devil's fudge icing" on the top with a sharpie. scrub, scrub, scrub. while it would be pretty damn funny, i don't think the folks at the day shelter would find much comfort in knowing that satan loved them, so i scrubbed it all of and put "to the shalom center" in hebrew on the containers.

it's cold and rainy and looks like depictions of a movie filmed in seattle outside-(i'm being dramatic, i actually have only been to seattle once, and it was sunny that day). i wish my period would quit teasing me and just get the fuck here.

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