Monday, November 05, 2012
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you?
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
'Cause baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky
Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go, oh
You're gonna leave 'em falling down
Hmmm, been a while since i last posted. So here i am, musing on firework night, with every intention of getting my, or rather our, spark back in the kinkiest sense.
Kink seems to be taking a back seat in our lives at the moment. It's sitting back, arms folded, having a nap. A bit more than 40 winks though, at a guess.
Vanilla life is at the forefront of our minds instead. All is well though, so don't worry. It happens to us all. i can't believe those kinksters that say they live it 24/7. i just don't think it's possible, however much we fantasise about it. The reality is much different.
Also, we couldn't make it to the pony event at The Warehouse at the weekend. It was a real shame as this girl and our other good friends were going, but these things happen. There's always next time.
Still, i'm looking forward to when that tight fitting hood and armbinder are held aloft in SG's hands, along with that evil smile of His.
Now, where did i put those sparklers?