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My dear friend Ian from Australia called me to confess that he jerked a very young (aged 18) tranny off onto his face, and loved bathing himself in tranny cream. He’d love you to call him– here’s his number!
+61-470691631

and that means, my birthday is right around the corner– as is *ugh* FINALS.

Oh well, I’d much rather think about phonesex with all my friends. so many nasty fuckers out there– and frankly, the nastier the better. I’ve been thinking about doing 2 different recorded listings, a sneezing one and a hypnosis one. I am really having a LOT of fun with the erotic hypnosis thing. I like when I get to hypnotize a guy into being a sissy, etc, but mostly I just like the control I have over the caller when he is hypnotized.

So many weird things have been going on with niteflirt recently, it’s enough to give me the heebie jeebies. Thank God I have been here since, well, nigh on forever *giggle* definitely since Niteflirt itself was just a nasty rumor and keen was the big thing.

anyhow… drop me a link, buy my yahoo id and chat with me… ttyl

I am itching for some calls. Generally when calls slack off a bit, I kick back relax as say– whatever dudes.

But of course, my car isn’t usually dead and in the shop when that happens.

I have been attempting (and doing a fine job of it) to drive a stick shift all this week while my car is at the mechanic’s for it’s second week in a row.

Life has been pretty good up until this point, calls, homework, life in general but wham! What’s happened??

Is it niteflirt trying to fuck with us flirts as some would suppose? A general tightfistedness of the phonesex community gearing up for the holidays? or do I just smell???

c’est la vie… the calls always come back, you can’t be doing this as long as I have without realizing that. However, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, and who knows– maybe I could use a vacation.

More time to fuck around with my neighbor, hahaha

I love getting mail.

I just recently got 3 great things off of my wishlist from MG: Pride and Prejudice on DVD (the miniseries), Lies My Teacher Told Me (a book about textbooks), and a Hairy Cow Crossing Sign that I am waiting for my BF to hang up for me. Once he does, I’ll snap a pic of it for everyone to see.

My car is still in the shop, it makes for a very depressing Vicky. Carless in california is no fun at all.

Then, sweet B who is just the nastiest little masochist (seriously I love playing with him) sent me 2 pairs of awesome shoes from my wishlist. I took them over to my sister’s house to get her to snap pics. They are very hot– but not for walking in!! The second pair which I left at home, are much nicer, and much better for walking in– I may wear them to class next week just to see what happens, *grin*.

And finally, as I love receiving gifts from all over, this showed up in the mail from another slave, who doesn’t want his name mentioned. We will just call him J– there are so very many J’s out there… it’s a necklace!

don’t you just love that phrase? Sold a pup. to be swindled. Talked into getting something you didnt neccessarily want or need.

What I find sad, and it is something that has the capability of actually depressing the fuck out of me, is that eventually the good ones (clients) end up believing that they have been sold a pup. Somewhere along the way they stop remembering how we got started and end up thinking (somewhat rightly) that we have created a relationship… but the beginning always stands in the way and inevitably I get whapped in the face with the fact that I am ‘just a PSO’ and that I am ‘being paid’ to give them attention.

As if the almighty dollar has that much sway on whether or not I block you, give you bad phone, or am attentive and interested in you. You’d think that after nine years I would stop being surprised.

sadly, I am an optimist. 

Today I got pride and prejudice in the mail as well as a book, lies my teacher told me, from MG. It was a very nice present– I like presents. not as much as I like videotaping someone while they torture themselves at my behest though.

ttyl

Tomorrow my sis and I are off  to get blue and purple hair, hooray! Then on Thursday I am going to the Getty Villa. For a month I have been fretting over money to have enough for the Getty and then my engine dies and needs rebuilding. *sigh*

Thank god for miracles, and kindly family members.

I have renamed my car the bionic woman.

*sigh*

Because come next Friday, she’ll have more replacement parts than original parts. The engine is shot. But it’s not the timing belt, it’s not the pistons, and it’s not the valves… not that I have any sort of a clue about what that means other than…

I need a new fucking engine. crap.