Last year, I hit the point where I was juggling enough things that I felt like I needed to get a planner. I wanted a physical book that I could carry with me, and put notes into, or check things easily as opposed to having to sort through apps not only to find what I want, but something that's convenient. I looked through as many planners as I could, and wound up having to settle on something that didn't have everything that I wanted, but was fairly close. That planner is almost done, and I haven't been the happiest with it. Because I still have time, rather than going hunting forever, I realized I can just make and publish it myself. I can make it exactly how I want it to be, and maybe make some extra money in the process. And I find it amusing, that so many people try to talk about how others will look at something, and just say they could make it themselves. That it becomes a case of how while they could, they won't. Yet I think about something, and not on
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.