I’m still recovering from the Great Flu of 2013. It’s a ninja virus… it sneaks up on you and kicks your ass. I’m behind on work, behind on my other work, and WAY behind on answering my Dumb Domme emails and messages. If I haven’t answered you, it’s probably because your email got lost in the pile. Also, there’s a slight chance your question was invasive, didn’t make sense, or was just too fucking boring to respond to. (Of course I don’t mean your question. I meant those other questions.) Even if your email was invasive, nonsensical, or boring, at least you didn’t wish me death, so thanks for that.
Anyway, midway through my convalescence, I received a series of tweets from my new internet crush that made me smile so fucking hard I thought my face would break. This is how compliments should be done. :)
“I hope the sickness lets go of you soon. I’ve been going thru some older DD posts. Here is a summary of my reactions.
Reactions: laugh, chuckle, then [the] laugh dies in my throat at how hard you can be (in a great way!), blush.
The relatively benign appearance of your blog, coupled with the humor, lulls me into a false sense of safety… then ‘CRUNCH!’ My eyeballs run into one of your no-fucking-joke posts and I’m reminded of where I am.”
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go print this out, frame it, and put it up on my bedroom wall…
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