
I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin, have a full house. T. is out for the night with Mistress Absolute who is in from London. T talks with a Southern and a British accent alternately, which is awesome. I think they’re meeting up with Mistress Nicolette. I think Absolute and I will get along. She’s a double cheek smoocher, which is a good sign.
There’s some name dropping for you fetishy types, and it explains why I’m home with the critters, watching Dr. Who and catching up on Keith Olbermann. I feel bad watching my liberal “gotcha” media shows with anyone else here. I’m afraid that I’m boring them.
For all you Varla fans- She is still So Over the dogs. So Over it and annoyed. She isn’t being aggressive anymore, but is “Tolerating” them. She’s being VERY obvious about it. It’s rather amusing for the rest of us.
In Weird News, there’s another person pretending to be me on collarme dot com, which I am not a member of. And this person is making dates. Again. WTF? I’m totally flattered, but creating and deleting profiles is exhausting.
Attention Crazy Stalker/Impersonator- Please just make me a fan page on MySpace. I don’t have a profile there, either, and you seem to have a lot of time on your hands. And you can just copy and paste the info from here like it’s all *exclusive* and shit. Wouldn’t that be awesome!!? I know that pretending to BE me must be lots of fun, but wouldn’t it be even funner to pretend to KNOW me? I’m sure we can find a compromise. But setting me up on dates in states I don’t live in and at events I’m not going to is hella creepy and I’d hate to have to get litigious on your ass.
And while I’m on a roll, I’d like to publicly inform the “Rigger” that called me a “Diva” that he can “Fuck Himself.” And here’s the what for- you injured me, you did not respect my safeword, you did not respect my limits and you did not respect my request for more safety measures. I won’t even go into any of the BTS bullshit that ensued, but Fuck You. And, seriously, watch the video. You are not a rock star. You got played, and it sucks to be you. Don’t drag my name into any of this or try to place any blame on me. I brought my A game and you brought your B game and then tried to play a hand of sneaky.
You are now, however, totally in the clear to call me a bitch. I’m not a grudge holder. I would also invite you to peruse my blog and LJ. I rarely have anything negative to say about anyone. A good Southern girl knows that if you don’t have anything nice to say to not say anything at all, and I adhere to that with the exception of political figures, the occasional actor/scientologist/artist. This is not my general M.O., but you’ve irritated me to the point of blogging. You should call me a bitch with a spring in your step and a sense of pride.
Moving right along, TMS and I had a busy weekend with T. We went to dim sum at Capital Seafood in Monterrey and in honor of the Chinese New Year a parade went through the restaurant while we were eating. Two dragons fought over some lettuce and we got pelted with it. Awesome.
Had a little party last night. T., TMS, Brandon Christopher and Jen Sincero were on the short list and I made lots of appetizers! All vegetarian, I might add.
Got up and made breakfast for T. and TMS this morning. This house has made me all domestical. WTF?
No, really, I’m lovin’ it.
Back to MSNBC and then, if there’s time, perhaps I’ll watch some Face The Nation.
In the interest of economic stimulus, you should BUY MY PORN, or watch movies IN MY THEATER. Danke.