so yeah

i just tested

and if i send email from me, i totally get it on the other end, despite my email telling me it failed.

so, if i sent you like 99 messages, super sorry.

if i sent you zero messages, i'll try to get on that tomorrow.  i'm just too tired to bother with it right now.

stupid mail.

my email is all broken

i can get and read email (i think), but i can't send anything, or at least i don't see that i've sent things correctly.

which sucks, because i have like four emails i need to respond to, and i can't, and it sucks, and poop.

double poop.

holy shit

did you know they have pillow cases with pockets for the pillow?  like, you put the pillow in, then you pull the pocket over, and the pillow stays in the case because of the pocket.

i just discovered my new sheets did that.  that's brilliant.   why isn't this on all pillows?  i hate waking up with my face on just pillow.  this like locks them in.


anyway.

new story idea (because of something someone said), so i'm plotting it out.  i'm thinking of doing a super short update to "exhibition," and so maybe that'll get a sequel at some point?

work sucks, life sucks, feeling slightly less crazy than usual.  go me.

just.

pillow case pockets.

wonderful.

"your blog"

i've had a number of emails recently that were all "your blog."  is this the default?  really?


so, if people read this and care:

can you change it to like:  "your blog,  but we're totally cool, don't freak out."

because i do all the time, ok?

so

 be polite!

i liked this story

Andrea and the Changing Friendship.

i didn't read the earlier two parts, so i'll need to go back and do that.

it's a good story.

i want to brag about people i know who are artists.

first, Mr Veterinarian. he's totally on some kind of hiatus now, but i'm sure he'll be back one day to post even more cooler pictures than he's already done.  and that reminds me, i owe him a story at some point.

second, Mr Sador.  he's been super cool with me stealing his wonderful image for my header, and although he's kind of often too harsh for me (i like arms!), he's really a great guy.

Mr Christopher, who mostly doesn't do art anymore, but makes beautiful leather to put on people to make them into art.  i dare you to read his blog and not wish he'd make something, and put it on you so you can't escape.

Mr Hazy Cosmic Joe, who i know told me his real name on email, but i can't remember it now, so i'm going with the deviant art thing, and yes, i get that this is a really shitty "i know this person, but i needed one more, and we've done email before, so it's nearly like we're friends, just be cool about it, ok?"   this was seriously one of my very first experiences with bondage stuff, and if you like crazy sammy today, it's probably because of this stuff.

dear italy,

i didn't forget my login to my blog.

so you're just trying to steal it from me somehow.  because you're a jerk, i guess.  stop being a jerk, you jerk.

i'm just doing my thing here, and not being mean to anyone, and you're all "let's try and steal sammy's blog.  because we're bored, maybe."


stop it, don't do that, go get a real hobby.  pet some cats or something.


fucking jerks.

first point:

i should avoid powerful narcotics, because they make me be all fucking crazy and shit.  i'm less sick now, and whoa.  thanks for helping me be fucking crazy, drugs.  omg.  those drugs.

omg.

i guess vicodin is a good anti-cough thing?  but i took it and everything was like...well...awesome.  imagine the world as a firework that makes you look at it like it's gold.  that is what vicodin cough syrup is like.  and yes.  my life is awful.  and i wish i had a prescription for it forever.  because the real world sucks, all right?


fuck you, the real world.

anyway, I'll ignore you from here, so good luck all!

because watch it, ok?

i liked it.  maybe you like it too.  it's cute.  are you cute?  be cute and watch it, ok?

this should have been a full post

so i guess literotica published this one, and my first comment was:

'Pointless drivel. The reader was tortured more than the "pet"'

i really hope literotica keeps that one. i want everyone to be able to read that, and see what kind of jerk this "anonymous" is. i mean, what kind of name is that, anyway?

really, i wish i knew who that was so i could fuck with them. send them pictures of my arm bleeding all over. "i did this because i know what a joke the universe is. do you think your anger at me makes any difference in the cosmic nothingness we'll all return to?"

today was a good day, because i'm totally sick, and that means i can stay home from work tomorrow and watch tv in my pjs on the couch. and eat pizza. i am as close to invincible tonight as can exist in this world.

also, i've taken a powerful narcotic anti-cough medicine. i may also be invincible because i'm Isis, mother of Horus.

that's...you type it out, and it suddenly seems less likely. so, probably just the drugs now.

this should have been a full post.

hey, whoa? i'm not coughing anymore!

cool!

The Exhibition: The Candle

i finally was able to get this all edited and sufficient that i'm calling it done.

sorry it took so long.

socialism with sammy

i've mentioned before that i think the government should give you a family when you grow up, and that they should give you mac and cheese as a food program.

next idea:

cookie bus.

you know how a regular bus comes on schedule, and picks people up at designated bus stops?

cookie bus is similar: regular schedule, designated cookie bus stops.

but you don't get on, you just get cookies.

chocolate chip, oatmeal, peanut butter, snickerdoodles.  all the cookies.  because it's a bus, and you can keep lots of cookies in a bus.

"one of each please!"

cookie bus is the best idea.

i live in a tiny world of the internet

but, i assume everyone knows Mrs. KC, and all her stuff, and all her pictures?

maybe not?  she had a webpage years ago, and i would go there every friday or so, and check out what had been posted new, and download and horde the pics.

but probably some sort of dickery, and she shut everything down, and it was sad,  but i'd saved a bunch, so i could perv out whenever i wanted "english lady who does leather and stuff, but like all the way, right?"

and then she came back on tumblr, but now maybe she's going away again?

i'm not telling people what to do, but if you have a tumblr, go look at her stuff, and if you like it, do the...like-it? stuff? (i am still bad at knowing how to tumbl.)  it's good stuff.  i like it.  maybe you will too?

anyway, this is just a random "sammy drank too much, and doesn't have much to say, but kind of wants to push that last rant down a bit" kind of post.

oh, that pixiv thing!

also, one late night reminder

no matter what, no matter who we get around us at the end.

we all die alone.  no one else can go down that path with us.

in the end, we'll brave that path untraveled, and no-one will ever be able to help.  and when they reach that path, no one will help them.



this is just how reality is, so it's not worth getting upset over, but...it's worth keeping in mind for that time, right?

dear marcel b,

let's assume you're not just some rando crazy dude.

at which point in my "hi, my name's sammy, i'm a perv, and i live in hawaii.  my parents are of mixed hawaiian and japanese descent, and because my Bachan didn't speak much if any english, i kind of have a passing knowledge of japanese.  mostly things about how delicious her food was.  So So delicious."

anyway, if you thought that meant "totally fluent in...dutch? i guess?" you thought wrong.  i guess i could copy-paste into google and see what you said, but, like... why?

so, then you get this blog post, all to yourself.  where i kind of call you out for being kind of oblivious that not everyone is like you, and you might need to tune things a bit.

and yeah, i know, i'm an american, and we kind of shit all over the world for dumb reasons, so "shut up, bitch, stupid cunt bitch." (first, not anything marcel said for other people, but totally something i've heard before).

let's just everyone admit we're not perfect, right?  let's all just click on that link for Bachan, and listen to that song, and realize how horrible we are in real life to people who probably would be our friends if we'd just let them.  how much we could fix things if we just stopped shutting people out as being different.

ok, fine, i clicked the video so i could link it, and now i'm crying again, and it really has nothing to do with marcel, or anyone.  just a kind of permanent sadness about the world in general, and how much we could all fix shit, if we'd just work together for once in our stupid miserable lives.

and now i'm crying again, and this is totally your fault, marcel.  i could be blissfully un-observant of modern society but now i'm not, and it's because you made me think about things i hate to think about.


i'm going to go cry now, everybody.

thanks for being cool.

except you.  marcel.

<angry face>

new idea

everybody gets mac and cheese.

like, we get the government together, and set up mac-and-cheeseries everywhere across the country.

it's totally free.   you want mac and cheese?  free mac and cheese for you.

and it's good stuff, with like proper cheese, not some shitty powdered stuff.

maybe there's free chicken to go with it.  whatever.  protein is good.

but like, this is a new food program to ensure no one is ever hungry.

and that no one is ever without delicious mac and cheese to eat.  whenever they want.

like right now.

i really want some mac and cheese.

:(

stuff

i saw this news story today, and was kind of surprised.  i was like "holy crap!  i've seen her in something, like an insex video or something!  i remember her crying!"  if that article is right, it sounds like she should win her lawsuit, because that doesn't sound at all cool.  also, it's a shame to hear that she was abused.  it seems like that's a lead in to weird stuff for a lot of people.


then i went and tried to find out where i remembered her, but didn't find anything, but i did find this series which i really liked (the gallery is sorted wrong, so you have to read backwards).  strapped into a big steel frame thingy fully clothed, given an enema (piss enema?), forced to release into her clothes, then strip down and clean it up with her filthy clothes, rinsed off, second enema (i really thought she would end up bathing in the tub she released in), really cool bolted collar and frame chair, boring spanking stuff (sure, ok, it's insex, they do more pain that i really like), then the girl who's been locked in the cage in the background the whole time is hogtied, suspended, and forced onto the first girl's face, so she has to eat her out.  really nice theme, although they could have skipped the spanking and doubled on the filth.

i'm also doing a sequel to the last story, mostly because i had the main idea, and then this secondary theme popped into my head, and it was just too good to not do.  i'd probably have more written by now, but the stupid winds have been from the wrong way all weekend and week, and so it's muggy and unpleasant in my apartment, so writing stuff just gets sticky and not fun.  anyway, just a note.  there might be another after that, because this other idea is kind of cool too, but it won't fit into this one, so it has to go somewhere.

so yeah.

stuff.

i thought this was a good story

Rolling in to Trouble
by Druid5

it's a bit scattered, and maybe could have had some more development on things, but as a series of scenes and scenarios, it's pretty good.