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Was sitting at a red light and just saw a man jump off one bus to run for another. My first thought was he was in a hurry to get home. Maybe or maybe not. Either way it made me think that I am in no hurry to go to my house. I am in fact ready to go home. My Brooklyn home that is. What a wonderful feeling that would be to get off of work and actually want to rush home, to relax and enjoy yourself and your company.*sigh* I'm ready to go home.

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Hoping for a Good Saturday

Laying here looking at the ceiling. So much has happened this week. A lot has happened today. Now. I'm just laying here thinking bout Him. It is 1:16 am and I'm laying here feeling like I shud be fulfilling His needs whatever they may be. I remember last time I got like this I couldn't get out of bed for two days. Last time I was being too hard on myself for not being able to be His slutty bitch that is always there when He awakes. To prepare His egg whites,oatmeal, and grapefruit every morning. To be on my knees when He came home or ready to cook dinner with just my collar and red pumps on. Or...*sigh*. I'm just making it worse.*wipes tears* I better go on upstairs n try to get some rest, hopefully I'll feel better in the morning. Good Night.

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