laughter – Ivy

I had some really cool plans set up for the beginning of October, but I recently decided to back out of them because of some of the demands of my schedule.

Which sucks, because I really wanted to spend time with a certain special person and I’ve got some severe fomo about the whole thing.

And while I know it’s probably a good decision in the long-run and (hopefully) a rain-check is possible, I hate when I’ve gotten all excited about something (I was counting down the days) only to have it not pan out.

Blah.

baudyadventurer:

www.mysecretlife.org

“July Flame
Ashes of a secret heart
Falling in my lemonade
Unslakable thirsting in the backyard.”

The party last night was a little bit awkward. I didn’t know many of the other people besides the hostess and soon found they were pretty flat company. So I had a bit to drink then politely excused myself after a few hours and found a text on my phone from my best friend from home about the events with Elle and SG, asking if I needed to talk.

She picked me up, got me a coffee to help me sober up a bit and instead we wound up driving around, yelling and laughing about everything we probably shouldn’t be talking about. She’s kinky like I am and has even less of a filter. It makes for some pretty interesting conversation.

I told her about Switch and we had a good laugh over both exploring our dominant sides lately, she with her new boyfriend.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve shaved his ass,” she told me, completely deadpan. I nearly spat out half of my coffee into my lap, I couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the ride.

For all the healing venting can accomplish, sometimes senseless laughter is the best medicine.