ladykatza

my lover, he is dangerous
there is a darkness behind his eyes
that frightens me.

its is nothing
compared to the mental perversity of my husband

Current Mood:  artistic

Current Music: Deep Dark Secrets-Jenny Dalton

No seriously. Or at least three since I last used the tag. It makes sense though, as I’ve been out of commission for that sort of work for some time now. This year I feel up to it again and I’ve been inspired by the outrageous food costs to start a garden this year. We’ve also had a few trees come down that has opened up enough sunshine to get about 6 hours of direct light a day.

My new garden bed is 16′ x 12′ and the border is laid out, the weeds are mostly dug up. Now I just need to get some fencing to keep out the bunnies and deter the deer. I do want to build a Shishi Odoshi or “deer chaser”. I should be able to make one from easily found parts. Powering it may be the most troublesome part.

Yesterday, after the rain let up I went out with Felicity and the one of the neighbor’s kids to work on our garden area. I stuck the shovel in the dirt and came up with a snake! Oui… what a surprise. I had gotten the end of its tail, the part that is often sacrificed to predators anyway. It was still alive, not moving much and the kids were very excited. I sent one of the kids to get Daecon to identify the snake. Turns out it was a garder snake, so Daecon took the shovel to relocate him out to the woods away from the house. The tail it left behind was still twitching and wiggling in the way that they do. The kids were soon distracted by earthworms.

I started this post last week and got distracted by… something. Since my days of working in the garden I have been paying the physical price with my back. Its one of the reasons its been so long SINCE i’ve posted about these things.

Current Mood:  sore

Current Music: Unlike Me - Kate Havnevik

I had that night’s game raid on my mind when I walked in the door but that changed when I walked in to find her sitting at the table with pig-tails and glasses sitting in front of a mountain of paperwork.

“Um.. hi hon,” now thinking about something else entirely.

“Oh, hi honey,” she said. She stood up and leaned over the table. She had my shirt tied up under her breasts, mostly unbuttoned and a red bra. She was wearing those short black shorts and knee high socks. I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. I quickly moved to the table and she met me with a kiss and handed me a piece of paper. I stared at it stupidly.

“What’s this?”

“A list of chores you’ve been neglecting for that game.” I looked up and stuttered some excuse. She gave me that mischievous grin and now the press against my zipper had become uncomfortable.

“I suggest you get to them now or you’re gonna be standing on the sidelines while I have fun with my battery operated friends tonight.” My eyes went wide, I wanted her then. She pointed to the paper.

I mowed the lawn with eager anticipation.

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Current Mood:  moody

Current Music: Legion- VnV Nation

This is from a thread on a message board I frequent. You must write 200 words or less from the perspective of the opposite gender. Here is what I submitted.

The knock came about 9pm. You’re nervous, not knowing how comfortable you were going to a goth club with her. You open the door and she’s wearing a black wool trench and all you can see are the black knee high lace-up boots. The boots do you in.

“Ready?” she asks.

“Yes”, you answer,suddenly wondering what’s under the trench. She’s driving a manual with great authority and as she does her trench comes open and a hint of black stockings and peak of garter come through. There’s a push against your zipper and an uncomfortable shift. Once at the club she takes off her trench to reveal a short skirt and a long but low cut shirt. She glitters as she walks onto the dancefloor. You’re need mounts as her hips start moving to the beat and a red halo of hair lights up with each passing of flood lights. Soon every inch of her body find a different beat and the skirt flits up to reveal the full of garters and ruffled red panties. The ache tells you that the “Lets Just Be Friends” speech may have not been the best of ideas.

Current Mood:  creative