Kartusch

Reading that last post I realized that I failed to mention that  while I have not found a four-leaf clover, I do have a three-leafed one that I am quite enamoured with.

This is a deviation from my usual posts.   ... I removed polyamory from my "lives for" category and thought some might wonder why:  I  feel the time had came to take it down it seemed to be attracting the entirely wrong sort to me, while not deterring the monogamous inclined at all.  ... I learnt polyamory in the vanilla world, and  was quite frankly shocked to see the way it tends to be in the BDSM world falls more to polygyny.   Since I am not looking to join a household, date couples, have purely sexual relationships,  or to be anyones  second I figured removing it was best.  I am keeping my (now  modified) paragraphs on me being polyamorous though.   It is who I am much like my sexuality... which  by the way I prefer to see as pansexual... it is who I am regardless of my current relationship status.  So,  that is a ramble on a removal  doubt many will notice.   ...  . ... . ... . ... I think finding a polyamorous, not married  or otherwise with a primary relationship,  Dominant male,  who wants to actually date and  have a full relationship, and has  anything in common with me may be  like serching  for a four leaf clover.

I like people that understand my sense of humour, and that would  also find a place called "Ned's  fish and rib"   hysterical.  ... I wish  more people, and adore people that, understood my  referances to Huis clos (No Exit) and  Waiting for Godot. Both of which being great comedies. ... On other hand I wish mentioning either did not make me seem so pretentious ...

... there was a time in my life when I was going to be a chef.  I love to cook, but having to cooking for unappriciative hoards has dampened that a bit lately.  I wish I had more time to play with, and come up with uses for my mandoline.  ...    I start a intense semester of school tomorrow . That is sure to mean that my cooking will take another blow.  Less pasta  e fagoli  from scratch and more angel hair with a quick sauce.   ...  For an irish girl I sure do cook a lot of italian dishes...

I have a point here somewhere..um not there, but totally here, somewhere... just have to look real hard. I clearly do not have the best grammar and oh my is my spelling horrendous (thank god for universal spell checks), but I try...even when I give myself some *poetic license*.  What is driving me nuts is the lack of others trying. I do not expect all things written to me to be Shakespeare, but the (I am sorry to be a snob) use of u for you and r for are really lower my opinion of the person writing me. I know it is not fair to judge lest I be judged, but I cannot help myself. You could actually be Shakespeare and if you sent me messages or IMs full of net speak, I would judge you as inferiour in your intellect. Wrong of me I know, but I cannot stop myself from that thought.

non-sequential and non-sequitur:  that is what I am. If that is annoying to you..it would be best you just skip on past my profile. If on other hand you appreciate the qualities of characters like Susan Vance, Muriel Blandings, or Vinnie Day (bonus points if get who they are, or the overall reference) than you might adore me. I do not plan to change that about me, I like being cute and random.

Figure I am going to start putting random thoughts in here...I really want to learn to play the trumpet and to learn to fence.

I keep other journals online, but I cannot seem to this one. I think it is an irrational fear that the randomness I tend to post on other places will reflect badly on me here. The total lack of continuity in that thought does not escape me. It is quite obvious I would not want someone that cannot tolerate my randomness, so by virtue weeding them out would be the most sensible thing to do. I am going to try to keep at least a few entries in here than. Do not expect them to be at all relevant. ...  As can see I am not a user of lower case lettering. I have nothing against the practice (and those that practice it), but doing so myself kills me with its lack of grammatical sense. I do know to some it reflects badly on my submissiveness. All I can say to that is that they have not met me or they would have no doubt. It also does not escape me that with my particular brand of stream-of-consciouses thought, that me complaining of something bugging me grammatically is, at best, hysterical. ... Ok I cannot for the life of me figure out how to force this journal to have breaks in the paragraphs and it is sincerely bugging me. I am a geek, but not near techy enough to know html offhand, and cannot stand to see one lumped together message. It is clear to me that breaks are vital to knowing when I am suddenly jumping subjects.  I am resorting to ellipses as a way to separate my divergent thoughts.