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Archive for November, 2007

• 10:27 Dreamt about manatees fucking. Spent extra 30 min. in bed this morning just sprawled out. Woke to some cams down bc of auto updates/resets. #
• 10:45 Trying to figure out all of these ovulation test things (ex. make sure you’re TOTALLY DEHYDRATED & it’s 7.5 hours after you woke up, etc.). #
• 14:30 Been writing text for site redesign. Tested: not ovulating. Going to have some lunch. Haven’t bathed or showered in days: love it! #
• 17:12 Just in: my sister’s in hospital w/mysterious acute abdominal pain. My mom’s alone w/her baby; I might be heading to Seattle soon. Worried. #
• 20:07 Phew! My sister’s having her appendix taken out; her pain was not in the normal spot so they didn’t think it was that, but did an MRI: it is #
• 21:17 Oops, not an MRI — CT scan or whatever. Anyhoo . . . we might have to cancel stuff this weekend so that we can help her out. #
• 23:47 Had fish tacos, watched ANTM, took a shower & now need to lotion up and hit the sack. Heading to Seattle tomorrow; sis being operated on now #

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• 12:02 Picking out photos to represent me on the first page(s) site visitors see is SO HARD. #
• 12:30 Going to eat some breakfast (lunch?) and enjoy the southern light and warmth streaming into our parlour. Lady Grey tea, I love you. #
• 15:21 General look of affiliate/link-free tour of my site: www.tastytrixie.com/clean/ (none of the links go anywhere yet; still working). #
• 16:35 Just got back from the clusterfuck known as the food coop. Gonna have dinner. Could sniff my panties for HOURS, so deliciously scented. #
• 16:56 4 deer outside windows. 2 does reared and scrabbled with each other. Fighting over buck with gimped up hip? I don’t like animal violence. #
• 20:09 Enjoyed splendid post-dinner pantysniffing & fuck session, then cuddled & watched tv. Going to do some more work now on redesign &/or promo #

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• 09:39 Ooooh, spooky & windy all night long & still is now: tinyurl.com/28n3ba #
• 11:28 Window-shopping online & looking at pinup books to get Holiday shoot inspiration and develop prop purchasing plan. #
• 13:11 Building some promo galleries for DeliaCD.com Listening to the Twin Peaks Soundtrack (of my life). #
• 15:08 Sample gallery: tinyurl.com/ywnkdx (yes, I take *way* too long to make these things). #
• 19:43 Have to reset machine that runs our housecamz and ballroom cam. HC seems to freeze up on me a lot. #
• 23:15 Been hyperfocusing on two projects & their components. Time to eat and go to bed now. #

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• 10:04 Woke up in a bouncy, Tiggerish mood. In members-only chatroom but leaving since it’s deserted. Dreamt I patched things up w/neighbor via sex #
• 14:28 Just got home from the gym and sharing some chicken mole with Delia. It’s windy here! #
• 14:33 Going to play chess with a member on yahoo. #
• 16:16 Exiting members-only chat and am going to stretch and take my eyes away from the computer. #
• 16:49 So spooky and windy! Considering a fire, dessert, and candlelight in our parlor. #
• 17:26 Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet; roped Delia into playing SSX3 on the PS2 with me. Going to go to the store for provisions. #
• 00:16 Just watched "Zoo", the movie about the guy who died getting fucked by a horse. Beautifully done, but would confuse anyone unfamiliar w/case #

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• 11:07 A preview pic from the creepy photo/ shoot we did last night: tastytrixie.com/blog/2007/11/dollface.html #
• 15:02 It’s time to get my lunch on. Need recovery time after twats in chat told me it’s a "pity" I don’t squirt & that I just need to do it DEEPER #
• 16:43 Listening to Delia smacking her ass during her camshow. Working on members-only gallery. Wanting to play chess. #
• 19:34 Finally done posting my members-only update. Also updated an archive page. Now I need to stand up and give my ass a break from sitting. #
• 21:33 Did some laundry and played some more HP. It’s fun to wander around Hogworts by myself on a Saturday night. Because I’m a dork. #
• 22:34 Changed my shows to Friday for next week. Put them both on the same day to give me more opportunities to go to the gym in the mornings. #
• 00:16 Getting cozied into bed. Annoyed that I keep spelling Harry Potter stuff incorrectly. I love the smell of lavendar oil warming over candle. #

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Here’s an image to preview from the gallery I’m posting today for members:

I *love* this gallery; people might think it’s just a belated Halloween thing, but it’s not at all — it’s, like, a METAPHOR man! For, like, so much heavy stuff, dude! And the video? Oh so kinky. Delia had a hard time even looking at me, I was creeping her out so much.

Anyway, I’ve got a show to do in a couple of hours so I’m going to eat some breakfast and get all dolled up, if you know what I mean.

• 10:04 I dreamt about a newspaper-office turned-library with a hand-me-down window. Then I was in HS girls’ locker room. Girls=Naked & Showering. #
• 11:05 Making a run to the bank then showering and setting up to do some shooting. #
• 13:13 Debating calling cops on neighbors again. I’m *livid*. This is developing into an all-out feud. Trying to calm down . . . #
• 15:32 You’ll rarely see Delia pissed off, but she is at our neighbor right now. This is getting out of hand. #
• 17:07 Eating some yogurt & prepping for shoot; getting a late start due to ridiculous neighborhood drama. Looking forward to results on this one. #
• 18:54 Just shot the creepiest blow job video ever (for us, at least). #
• 19:52 Going to edit some pics, eat, and then conduct News Flash! #
• 00:33 Heading to bed after an okay chat session, funny call with a petulant wanker, and finished editing my photos for gallery to post tomorrow. #

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• 08:47 Glarrrrrgh. Awake too early. Bizarre dreams all night. Have to get ready to go to Seattle again. Last time was nightmare traffic in Poulsbo. #
• 09:13 Grappling with feelings of jealousy and other associated insecurities and neuroses. Probably does more harm than good to talk about them. #
• 09:26 Talked about them anyway; harm be done! No, but seriously — all better now (for me, anyway). #
• 09:52 Me, on I-Messages and other bullshit: tinyurl.com/24esmj #
• 18:34 Just got home. Stopped at the awesome Central Market in Poulsbo; makes me want to clean the house, self & turn both into "sankshooairies". #
• 19:59 Tidying our bedroom, changing the sheets. I’m lining up books I want to read and admiring all the wonderful titles available to me. #
• 20:45 Getting in bed with some sushi and other snacks, the better to scrunge up our fresh sheets! #

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I am grateful for having been forced to take more than a couple courses in human relations and for having been taught better ways of communication, even if I can’t seem to properly apply those lessons in their entirety.

The problem I run across sometimes is that I don’t *want* to be mature when I’m talking about my feelings. I want my descriptions of my feelings to make sense, but still acknowledge that the feelings themselves are irrational and exist in a place that’s separate from careful thought and planning. “I-messages” are sweet, and I try to use them, but my delivery? It’s so NOT textbook.

There’s something totally fucking ridiculous about talking in a mature way about totally immature feelings like jealousy and selfishness. I think I’m afraid that if I go that extra mile and speak as though I’m in control of those feelings and am able to supervise them in an adult way that I’m making even more of an ass of myself than if I sputter and betray my dejected spirit through my mannerisms. Yes, I’m petty and easily-annoyed; I don’t think it will make me a better person to admit this in a tone that suggests I’m above-it-all. Squinty-eyed, spitting madness is more appropriate, or at least an awkward inability to make eye-contact when confessing it.

This has been a public service announcement from the board of unfuckingbalanced hormones.

Baby Jesus: I really miss my birth control pills.