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Inspired by...

...a friend of mine saying that she would almost never comment on a post where someone explicitly requests or tells her to comment.


Comment, damn you!

No, I have nothing useful to say, myself. I'm dealing with political crap at work instead of actually getting work done. Whee.

Current Mood: busybusy

Yes Mistress *drools on shoes*

Oh my god, you got me to comment. And I said I wouldn't! Damn you, damn you all to hell!

(I just spent twenty minutes attempting not to break something howling with laughter while looking at the Cult of Cindy pictures, risking my very livelihood to do so while sitting right in front of HR. My gods, that was hilarious. The universe needs more BDSM teddybears. This I decree. Hrm. I wonder if a trip to Build-A-Bear to build more BDSM teddybears would get amused looks from the employees (one finds kinky people everywhere after all), or would get you kicked out, or possibly all of the above. I vote that someone should try it and update me on the response.)

*shakes a fist at ysabel and stratagos grumbling all the while, then returns to being crabby* :)

Dear stratagos,

Please stop being funny so I stop looking at your journal and return to doing the work I am being paid good money for.

The end.

*kicks Deb*

(Someone also remind me to cut down on the sugar, please. Wayyyy too much sugar high energy).

Sorry, I've tried, but it's impossible to turn off Teh Funny.

Could be worse, you could be reading my other journal; then you'd just want to go home and take a cold shower

Which other journal? the_ranting_dom? I've skimmed over it in the past, but haven't looked at it yet today. I decided to get off my ass and fix some computers.

(And I wouldn't go home and take a cold shower, I'd go home and pounce my dom. Way more fulfilling in the grand scheme of things. ;)

I have now read back to mid-January. Perhaps I will switch journals!

*grumbles* Look how many times I commented to this! I suppose I should feel honored that ysabel made a post entirely about me. (Which, of course, she didn't, but in my universe, that's how it works. :)

No, it really was pretty much entirely about you.

I just let lots of other people, many of whom don't even know you, also pay homage to you.


It's all about me. And, in fact, it's all your fault.

The universe is a happy place today. I am honored by a ysabel post. Also, I've had a lot of chocolate.

You're right, some of the smut is really quite hot. Probably not what one should be reading at work. Like that's ever stopped me. :)



(a moo is always appropriate to say. :) Unless, I suppose, if an image-conscious woman brandishing a weapon asks you if she's fat. Probably not then. ;)

btw, I always seem to wander in very late into anything social-commentaried or gay-related, so everything seems pretty well covered by then and that's why I don't chip in with anything else...just FYI...

Doom! Gloom! Death! Beware!!

Doom doom doom.

Doomity doom doom!

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I'm just this gal.

He's just very silly.

I, of course, am sober as a judge.

Normal people are made up to scare kids! They don't exist!

Sane people scare me.

ok ... but this is only because you're cute, and you didn't actually DEMAND it:



Here, I'm commenting

How do you catch a unique rabbit?






Unique up on it!

How do you catch a tame rabbit?






The tame way!!

Was that as good for you as it was for me?

As you wish :).

damn me?

Will I be undamned if I comment?

His ~angel~

Re: damn me?

I would be happy to bless you instead, but are you sure you really want my blessing? *grin*

I don't know--I think it's across the street behind the Wawa.

You certainly got enough attention with *this* one dahling...

Commenting, SIR!


I comment! ^^

Err, hi... I'm Jenny, and I have a problem. I'm addicted to blogs...


*cuts off your head, stuffs you with a mix of spiced bread and fruit and bakes you at low temperature for an entire day*

I think I'm going to add you now, unless you object.

Oh, yes, how terrible. I will simply die of...implicit approval? *grin*