Well It's That Time Again!

Yes, time to give you a little reminder and also to bore you with a few other things.

OK, the reminder is first! For anyone who is not partially or fully comatose, you probably already know that today is Thursday, and all of you Stroke Princess fans know what that means. In case you don't, it means that Ms Grace, Cockteasing Bitch and Mindfucktress Extraordinaire, will be on Talkshoe tonight doing Her weekly Provocatalk Show. Showtime is 10PM Eastern. Tonight is Episode III, and your guess is as good as mine as to what Princess Grace is gonna talk about tonight. But no matter, just show up and it'll be good. Princess never disappoints.

I heard from a certain blue CareBear today that the little Talkshoe widget thingies on our blogs seem to be broken at the moment, and so you may not be able to use those to get to Talkshoe. And don't complain to me about it, if it's broken, it's either something on Talkshoe's end, or BillyBear was lying his bright red ass off to me. Not my fault, OK???

So just go to http://www.talkshoe.com/ and sign on. If you haven't registered yet, do that first. It's free and it's easy to do. Once you get in, you can do a search using Princess Grace, and it should point you to a button for Her show. Open the chatroom and open the streaming audio, and you should be in business. If the software crashes, don't blame me, I didn't write it. I explained this already in an earlier post, so that's all you're getting. I'm at work so I can't be hanging around here for too much longer.

As for me, I'll just give you a little update about what's been happening in my little world.

Today marks Day 26 of my most recent lockdown in the CB 2000. I've been trying not to let thoughts of the cage consume me, and I've been pretty successful in that this time around. Part of the reason is that I've been keeping busy, and part is that I was able to get the best combination of spacers this time, and the cage has never fit better. I know this is hard to believe, but I'd actually lost count of the number of days it's been, and had to look back in my blog to my last call with Princess to find out. But I don't mean to say that I don't know constantly that I have the cage on, just that I'm not letting it consume all my thoughts like it did the last go around, and I haven't even come close to having any tender parts try to pull through the rings. I still know it's there every time I move, but it's just not as uncomfortable as it was every other time that I've worn it. It still pinches me, and it's a huge pain to keep clean, but it's worth all of the inconvenience because it always reminds me of the reason it's there, which is Princess. I'm still no less needy and wanty than last time, and I want out of it in the worst fucking way. I hate this fucking cage, but I love wearing it for Princess. I don't expect anybody to understand that, but it's true.

I got the ballet boots that I showed you the picture of in a previous post, but haven't had a whole lot of chances to wear them to get used to them.... if that's even possible. The first time I wore them, I couldn't stand up unless I kept my legs bent a little at the knee. If I tried to straighten my legs it hurt really bad. I asked my GG friend about that, and she says it's normal, and that it takes a while for the muscles and tendons to stretch. She says I could sleep in them and it would prolly help a little. Perfect!

Oh, the Points of Intrigue also arrived, but I haven't installed them yet, partly because Princess will tell me when it's time, and partly because with the cage fitting as well as it it with no pulling out, I'd hate to mess things up by putting those in right now. I'll wait and see what Princess decides on that.

Let's see.. what else? Oh... I've posted the first of Corruptrix' diary entries here, and I have no idea when the next entry will be. She got herself all worked up and depressed while she wrote the last one, and disappeared for a few days after she wrote it. I have no idea where she went, but I kept an eye on the newspapers and watched CNN a lot to see if any disasters were happening anywhere. She's back in town now, and I'm not even gonna ask.... I do know that she has been having some trouble with that Angry Goth Fucking Princess girl and WolverBilly, and that she even had a little run in with Lucky. Nobody has gotten hurt yet, so I guess that's a good thing. I think she just has a bad day every so often.

Well, I think that's enough for today, and I think I'll get back to work so I can get home in time to do some more practicing on my Breadstick Dance. I have a feeling I'm gonna be having to do an especially good version of it for the Stroke Princess this time.

See You tonight on Provocatalk, Princess! Your bitchass wuvs You!

Bye for now, everybody!

little bitchass

Alright Bitchass, Chill Will Ya? I'm Writin' Somethin'...

I'm only doin' this because Bitchass says I need a hobby. Something that'll occupy me and take my mind off of my problems. She suggested a diary, but to me, a diary sounds dorky.... like something a cute little Mama's Girl would write. So if anybody laughs at me, you're gonna wake up with something that'll make Ebola seem like a head cold.

I really don't know anything about writing a diary. None of my friends wrote them, but I guess that's because I never had any friends when I was growing up. I'm not sure why, but most of the girls and boys I met would get this frightened look in their eyes, and BOOM! , I would never see them again. The few that actually hung around and let me come visit them at their houses, all seemed to have their families pack up and move away after a couple of weeks and I'd never see them again either.

I guess you can imagine that I didn't have much fun as a kid, and you're right, but I did eventually find a friend. One day I was outside burning bugs with my magnifying glass, when I heard a noise under our back porch. I crawled under there to look, and I found this old starving 3-legged cat. I grabbed him by one of his legs, I'm not sure which of the three it was, and dragged him out where I could see him. He was kinda scrawny and pathetic looking, but at least he didn't get that look in his eyes and run away, so I decided to adopt him as my friend. I named him Tripod, and we had lots of fun playing together.

Me and Tripod became best friends and I spent pretty much all my time with him, until one day I came home and couldn't find him. Dad told me he must've run away or something. I cried and I waited, and I cried and I waited, but my sweet little Tripod never came back. Then, a few months later, I found a note taped to my bicycle seat that was from one of the neighbors. It said that she had seen Dad backing out of the driveway one day, and he had run over poor Tripod, squishing him flat as a hubcap. The note said that Dad just shoveled him up into a bag and tossed him in the trash. That was the first time I ran away from home.

I came back after about a week of living under our porch, but things with me and Dad were never the same after that. I began to get in trouble at school, and some of the neighbors for some reason started to call the cops on me whenever I'd set their trashcans on fire, or when I put flaming bags of dog shit in front of their doors and rang their doorbells. What else was I gonna do? I was bored to death because I had nobody to play with, and my Mom and Dad seemed like they didn't like me very much.

I finally became close with my Auntie Ava, who used to come and visit us every so often. She was the one who gave me the nickname Corruptrix, and I started to use that and pretty much never went by my birth name again, which actually is Edith, and if you even crack a smile at that, I guarantee that you won't ever want to smile again, once all of your teeth turn green and fall out.

Mom and Dad used to talk about Auntie behind her back, saying she was "an odd duck". I overheard them talking about her one night, and it sounded like they were saying that she thought she was some kind of a witch or something. That sounded pretty cool to me, and so I tried to hang around with her as much as I could whenever she visited. What was really neat was that she didn't seem to be afraid of me, like all the others were. She seemed to like showing me some of the cool magical things she could do, and that was when I decided that I wanted to be a witch just like she was!

Other than my Auntie, I've only had one other person who ever came close to being my friend, and that's Little Bitchass here. Funny thing is, I don't remember exactly where or when we met. I think she grew up in an orphanage nearby, but she seems OK, and doesn't seem to be too scared of me either, except for sometimes when I get a little angry around her. Then she gets a little nervous I think. One thing that's really strange is that Bitchass and I look a lot alike. I'm not sure what that means, but it's pretty cool. I'm kinda jealous of her big boobs though....

Anyway, as I got into my teens, things around the house only got worse and worse, as I got more and more bored. The straw that broke the camel's back and changed my life forever was the time I decided I'd have some fun with the congregation at our family's church. Auntie Ava and I had been playing with magic potions for a few months, and I figured it was time for me to make my first ever potion. I worked really hard at it, and boy did I come up with a doozy! I took the potion to church and spiked the communion wine with it when nobody was looking. Then I sat back and watched. Eventually I started to notice people starting to squirm, and a few started to unbutton their shirts and blouses like it was getting hot in there.

Before too long, the whole congregation, including the Pastor, was getting naked and throwing their clothes everywhere. Then they all paired off and started fucking like bunnies in the pews, on the floor, everywhere! That went on for a couple of hours until somebody called the cops. When the cops came in, they knew right away who was behind it all, since most of them knew I was a troublemaker, and also because I was the only one who wasn't fucking somebody. I was just standing back by the door laughing my ass off!

The cops hauled me outta there for questioning, but they let me go after having some kind of a secret meeting with the townspeople, including the Pastor and my Mom and Dad. The next day, I was driven out to the edge of town and told never to come back. That was the last time I saw Mom and Dad, and to this day there is no record of me ever living in that town or going to school there. I think they burned all the records, but I'm not sure.

I decided I'd hitch a ride to my Auntie Ava's place and see if she would help me out, but that's another story for another time, and I'm already starting to depress myself, so maybe I'll write more later..... if I feel like it....

You wouldn't like me when I'm depressed.....

Corruptrix

Coming Soon... A New Diary... Maybe...

Well, I've just decided to do a favor for Corruptrix. I'm not sure how this is gonna go, but I'll tell you what I'm planning so far. The plan could change at any moment though.

As you may or may not know, Corruptrix hasn't been able to nail down a real day job since Freaky Friday closed it's doors last year. She's been working odd jobs here and there, and her latest gig, which thankfully she still has, is a daily paper route. Yep, she delivers afternoon editions of the LDW Gazette on her beat up bicycle. Now here's the problem. Corruptrix tells me that she hates it, mainly because it means she has to be outside in the sunlight, and also that she's starting to get very bored with the job. Now that doesn't sound too unusual for most normal people, but if you know much about Corruptrix, it's not a good thing for the rest of us if she gets bored.

And so, partly because I'm the closest thing to a friend that Corruptrix has around here, other than her dear Auntie Ava, and partly because I fear for everybody's safety, I suggested to her that she might try taking up a hobby that will keep her mind occupied. She's always seemed kind of interested in reading some of the stuff that I've written about her in my blog, but when I told her it would be great if she wrote a blog of her own, she started staring at me and her eyes did that wierd glazed over thing they always do right before somebody gets hurt really bad.

So, as I quickly backed away, I told her that if she just wanted to maybe write in a diary every so often, I would publish her entries in my blog. This way, she won't have the pressure of maintaining a blog of her own. That seemed to go over a lot better with her, and she stopped giving me "The Look". I'm thinking that this really won't be such a bad thing. I'm willing to do a little extra work to help her out, because she really has had a lot of bad stuff happen in her life, but also because it's for the greater public good. You may all thank me now.

I'm not sure when she'll write her first entry, but I figured I'd let you all know in case you want to stock up on crucifixes and holy water. May God have mercy on us all.

little bitchass