Goddamnit

I miss everyone in London.

I miss my nights of non-normalcy. In London, 'going out' to my nilla friends always meant getting trashed in some pithy pub somewhere, and while fun for a time, it was only bearable because I spaced it out with kink nights where the focus wasn't getting completely intoxicated and hitting on plastic women in clubs. Instead it was about intoxication of women wearing plastic by hitting them in clubs.

*ponders for a moment*

There's a difference in there somewhere. Damnit I know what I'm trying to say.

My sub/good friend/plaything/girlfriend/fuck toy, or whatever definition you care to conjure up, is coming up from London this coming weekend. What I can do in my small dorm room with what limited kit I have, I will be doing to her many times over. Talking to her on the phone gives me the impression she is barely able to keep it together in time to see me.

Should be interesting.