She who dreams by day.

No one wakes up and just expects to meet angels. With the way my life is though, and how I am, it just doesn’t surprise me.

A co-worker and myself ran into a peculiar gray haired man. Kinda tall, athletic, maybe in his 40s. Very smiley, very observant. He paid for a tarot card reading from myself and smiled the whole way through it. But he waited until the end of what I had to say to inform me that I was an absolutely amazing reader and he reads around the world. So it meant a lot to me when he informed me that the reading I’d given him was indeed my own.

This happens from time to time. And as usual, he gave me some awesome tips and pointers about chakras and reading people with them. A skill I’ll have to master I’m sure, but I’ve got time.

So what made him an angel? Well…he sat down to get a henna tattoo done, and the girl working with me had no trouble venting about her life and lack of funds. He quickly turned the conversation asking if she’d ever met an angel and she talked about an experience with a mysterious man who helped her family with a flat tire and disappeared as quickly as he’d arrived. Sure enough, just as quickly as this tall man had arrived so did some pretty solid cash.

I can’t complain. I know telling this story to most people they’d say to me, “Well aren’t you upset you didn’t get the cash?” Are you kidding me? Knowledge is power. He probably gave me more money in giving me a tip around reading folk than he could’ve given me in cash.

Anyway, I’m happy I got to see it for myself. I hear she used the cash for a down payment on a car. And I’ve got his card…I’ll let him know how she liked it.

More lent updates. Try and try as I might, fate tests the hell out me. No pot? No alcohol? Some days my friends make me feel like I’m hanging in there by a thread. And that thread is named “No.” But I’m hanging in there none the less. To add to everything going on with lent, I’ve also began cleansing out what friends I do and don’t want to hang with. It seems that when you clear your mind, (Or at least when I do it that is)you begin to have an urge to clear out everything else…Therefore, I’ve taken to cutting my friends down and I don’t mean a friends list online or anything because remember…no Facebook too. Slowly but surely, one by one, I’m picking the people that mean the most to me, and reconnecting with the ones I’ve lost a golden touch with.

Such a cleansing period in my life and it’s only a week. I wonder what I’ll cut out next week…

Yes. I get to post again this week!

Well time for a Lent update.

Still clean! And from what I’ve gathered I’m beginning to notice a few things. Like why I even drink in the first place. It bothers me greatly to know how much I’ve been depending on it. I’ve honestly forgot what it’s like to be myself and hang with some people. Kind of sad. I’ve been using it to take the edge off, but little did I realize it also takes the edge off of me too.

My psychic readings are far more in tuned. Far more accurate than usual. Perhaps without alcohol I’ve given myself room to broaden my sixth sense. One of the older ladies I worked with mentioned how it’s so toxic. So without it, my vibration has more freedom. Make sense?

Didn’t think so. To sum it all up, let’s just say I’m doing oddly better without.

By the way the fashion show was incredible. Got to dance with Joey Fatone. He’s so dad hot.  So much so that he had to leave to get up at 6am and take his daughter to school. Fresh. He offered to buy myself and some of the ladies drinks, but I stuck to pineapple juice. Nope. No vodka…But I did drive my drunk ex home. Boy he can puke…

But the next day I suffered a severe bout of exhaustion. All of my on-the-go-ness caught up with me fast and hard. Falling asleep at work wasn’t fresh, but I couldn’t even stand to read people anymore or even walk. But a good friend at work had her boyfriend drive my tired self home and I slept for a few hours. I did manage to make it to a party I wanted to go to that night and I made it home just fine as well.

Another ex and very good friend of mine from Tampa is driving over as I write this. When he arrives, we’ll be skipping off to Street Fighter 4 casuals and then I’m off to the local dungeon to have the stresses of my life bruised out of me.

So here’s to hoping I have a nice peaceful weekend.

These 46 days are becoming more than I bargained for. At the same time I was hoping exactly that would happen.

For Lent I’ve given up alcohol, smoking, and Facebook. I know. I know. Facebook. But you’d be surprised how much of a tempting mistress she can be. 

That’s the least of my worries though.

As you can see, I stole some time to write in my busy life. I’m actually off from work today, but it don’t mean I don’t got other work. Today, Sir and I woke up early to be tested for STDs. I’m a little nervous. The tests are long done and over with. Now I wait to hear what’s up. A month from now I’ll be schedule for a follow-up. But hey, regaurdless of what happens, knowing is a very beautiful thing. But from one thing to the next…this evening I dive head first into my fashion show. I’ll be walking a runway down at City Walk with some B-list celebs present. A singer from Boyz 2 Men. Joey Fatone and Chris Kirkpatrick from ‘Nsync. Lame. But I hope they’ll want their tarot cards read.

 My Valentine’s day was the best. It really was. I got a lot of amazing gifts. Princess Tiana blanket, An awesome BDSM book, new garter belt to replace the old one. Chocolate. A pair of the cutest “Whip it. Whip it good” boyshorts. And he took me to see Avatar in 3D which was fucking amazing! And a really cute black tank top. <3

Beyond today, is 45 more days of Lent. But I’m sure by now you see what I mean about it being a sobering experinence. With the testing, and staying dry and such. It’s heavy sprititual cleansing. I plan to incorporate meditating more often as well. I just feel I’ve become far too attatched to my intoxicated self. I mean, I practically depend on her to get to know new people and get comfortable around friends. Often times I find I end up revealing too much of myself, more than leaves me comfortable with. It may not seem like much to other people but to me this is highly important. I value some things about myself remaining hidden until I’m ready.

Either way, that’s a whole nother ball park to explore for a whole nother day.  I’m off to go realize some things.

I’ve made this account and now lack of time in my life forces me to post 3 minutes into a shower I should be taking right now to get to work.

And what a day it will be.

Little Miss Popular here made plans and had to turn down 3 others just to sustain the current ones in motion. I’m sure, Sir, wouldn’t appriciate his favorite babygirl cancelling on him. I sure as shit don’t wanna miss time with him either.

Hi, I’m Kaze btw. And this is a window into my life. NO need for a huge introduction. I’m a 23 year old woman. An 8 year old intellegent-beyond-her-age Princess. A 13 year old sass mouth with a taste for trouble. A psychic. A submissive. A potential slave. A gamer. A Dj. A jokester. A fetishest. I am SLRN: 917156707. And love is my religion.

Couldn’t have chosen a better day to post, ne?

Anyway, I’m now 5 minutes into my potential shower, and 1 into conditioning my hair.

*sigh* I really gotta make time for myself.

Happy Valentine’s Day for thoes of you with enough time to read this. I’m a little jealous.