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By DanielK

Daniel does such great work. Doesn't he?

Howdy ho! How is everyone?

Yeah, I know it's been awhile since my last update. Things have been just stupid I guess. Work is moving. We packed everything up today and will be in the new space tomorrow. So we have been swamped trying to get things ready for that. Then we find out we are going to have to fight for our bonuses. If we don't, we don't get them. We have not met our goals and so all of the lowbies who have absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the company goals were not meant are the ones getting penalized for it. Nice, huh? Monster.com here I come.

This weekend is going to be unbelievably busy. Two shoots on Saturday and an outdoor bondage shoot with DanielK on Sunday. Tomorrow night though...SERENITY!!!!!!!!!

I've been a bit crabby lately. Better that I haven't updated or everyone would be reading a novel full of bitching. I don't know what has been up with the past couple of weeks but I've definitely been feeling surly.

But, I don't want to end on that note. So instead, I will share with all of you a peek into a childhood traumitization. Enjoy!

So, not many people know this about me but I have this seething hatred of sports team mascots. I'm not sure how much of it is a fear or how much of it is just hate. But I was traumitized by Fredbird, the mascot of the St. Louis Cardinals. When I was little, I went to a game with my grandparents. Everyone always loved to tease me as a child. So when I felt something pulling at my hair and just generally being annoying, I assummed it was my Grandpa. So, quietly at first, I tell him to stop. When he didn't, I said it louder. And louder. And LOUDER. Until I was screaming. Then I noticed something else. Laughter. I turn around and mortification hit me. Fredbird had his beak over my head and everyone thought it was hysterical. Everyone but me. That is what started the hatred of Fredbird.

So, years pass without any other incident. I am now in high school and it had been awhile since I had been to a baseball game. My girlfriends and I are walking down the ramp at a game when we see Fredbird walking up towards us. I tell my nearest friend to keep me away from him. I get to the back of the group and off to the side, hoping to evade Fredbird. When suddenly, I am jerked backward and Fredbird has his hand around my wrist and is dragging me up the ramp! What the hell?! How do I get so lucky to be humiliated by Fredbird, not once, but twice? ARG!

And so began my hatred of sports team mascots.