I'm starting to think that the obscene amount of self-imposed work that I do is a symptom of my closet masochism. Maybe it's the adrenaline rush that I get from rushing to complete seemingly impossible deadlines and the overwhelming euphoria I get when I survive that 'hell' week. Maybe it's the encouraging comments I get when dear friends realize the amount of nonsense I put myself through. But I can't be doing this every single week, can't I?
Or maybe I just really have something for leather whips and nipple clamps.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
2 comments:
ahaha leather whips and nipple clamps?? gotta find yourself a hot dominatrix then!
Hahaha, a hot dominatrix? Well, that ain't easy to do! And I'm still not that sure about the whole self-inflicted torture thing. HAHAHA. Got any leads for dominatrices? (:
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