This is the shortest day of the year, and the pagan holiday that christianity placed christmas over…light the yule log, candles, and have a great Season’s Beatings.

You may not be Christian, you may not be pagan, but Winter Solstice will always be the shortest day of the year no matter what you religious affiliation is (or what lacking of religious affiliation you might have). (But in the southern hemisphere this is summer, lol).

Eat Drink…cross dress and be Mary, lol.

I still hadn’t fully acclimated to New Orleans when I moved here (even after 4 1/2 years), because you can take the girl out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the girl…especially when the girl is from a long line of “Daughters of the Republic”.

Now when I get up, everyday I see the downtown skyline over the view of the 101 from the balcony of My home, everyday there is atleast one time of day, if not two that I am known to go to Hollywood and Vine, I look out the window while at work and can see the Hollywood sign, and I can see the Capitol Records building…I walk over the names on tons of stars on the side walk everyday. I have been so busy with meeting people, working, advertising, and all the crap that goes into My personal and professional existance…

You know what I want to do when I find the time?
I want to go to the Body World exhibit, I want to go to the “Psychiatry Kills” exhibit. I want to go to all of the Theme parks. I want to have a chance and a budget to go to Syren and other stores in LA and really update My wardrobe. I want to go to the creepy sunken beach town that Jaymz told Me about, and the lake where he said all these murders happened during the gold rush. Hell, I would even go on those rediculous tours of Star homes (even though tour guides are usually full of shit). I want to head down the street to Ripley’s museum, the Guiness Museum and the Wax Museum. Maybe a pic-nic at the Hollywood sign.

There were so many places I never went to in New Orleans, so many cheesy tourist things that would have been fun but annoyed Me as a local.

When we got to the club it was a slow start. R. and I thought we were at the wrong club at first because there was a private party in half the club. The club promotor told us he was supposed to have the whole club but they sprung this on him. R. is a friend of Vamp Dahlia who was the first person we encountered when getting out of the car.

It was fairly dead there when I saw Kumi walk in…We had corresponded on LJ for a while, but her post on line really don’t clue you in to this girl’s mind. I always knew she was going too college in the midst of her world travels as a fetish model, but this girl is freakin smart, extremely welll read, and so much more than a pretty face.

All week Angela and I hadn’t been able to hook up and hang out due to both of our busy lives so finally she walks into the club wearing one of the hottest latex nurse uniforms I have ever seen.

Miss Veronica shows up and I finally get to meet her boy, the boy she always talks about, and we get our feet really dirty to take pictures to treat him with since it is his little fetish. All the girls I miss so dearly from Dominion were there since it was right after the christmas party. Drew was a naughty naughty girl…her kisses swole My lip.

I turned around at one point and finally got to chat with Mistress Gemini in person for the first time since I got to LA, she had been in New York last we spoke on the phone. She was looking so cute and studious in her corporate white button up shirt and glasses.

I was feeling bad for dressing so lazy in a room of some really hot outfits. But then Wicked Princess Dora (who is also at DOI-LA) walks in just as casual and spiling the same apaulogies as I was for being so lacking in high-fetish glamour…it was just a lazy Sunday, and after being such a slacker I couldn’t bring Myself to get dressed and made up.

Los Angeles reminds Me so much of My home town of Houston. A play party every night…last night there was a tickle torture arrangement of 4 subbies roped to a big bird cage in the middle of the back dungeon, and we Femme Dommes were swooping down like buzzards upon the poor defenseless males…lucky Me, one was clad in latex…I released him temporarily to go and get a bottle of silicone…I tore his little titties up and tickled him for better than an hour and made his rubber attire and skin so sensuously slick.

My good friend, Mistress Kyra von Kropp, was so worried I was n’t going to show up. We had been missing each other the whole time I have lived here. I challenge any boy to suffer the two of us together…she and I were being told we look like sisters last night…wicked cruel happily sadistic sisters.

There are certain Dommes I have made very deep close friendships with. Of course there is Domina Shannon who I knew in Our years as minors. But I found that Kendra von Kropp, and Vendela Zane seem to be trouble waiting to happen when we hang out…I love it.

So tonight in Los Angeles, where there always seems to be something new and exciting to do, the people who bring us the quarterly Bondage Ball at the Hollywood Athletic Club are starting a new weekly happening called “Fetish”. I have some interesting company to keep, fun to have, and I think I will go watch a movie and pick up some latex to wear from the Dungeon, to celebrate the grand opening…

While everyone else was at the party I was in session continuously…I’m not complaining. But when I got out everyone had gone home…

I am concidering whether I should go buy this bi-cycle…it is purple, with a purple velvet bananna seat, and it has those huge tall handle bars…the only thing is that it is a BRATZ bike, you know, those disturbingly ugly kid’s dolls. But I hate crotch rockets, and I rather buy a bike for exercise and transport. I love to ride bikes, and the weather here is great all year.

Well, I am off to the dungeon, then after I wil be headed to Jeff and Jordan’s Dragon’s Gate for a play party… I wil be at the dungeon till atleast 9 p.m.

I was watching Soldier’s Girl last night… I was quite shocked by the person who played Calpernia…I have hung out with the real Calpernia and she is HOT! Hot Hot Hot! So hot that I just had to lick her belly at Miss Kitty’s a couple of weeks ago… and the person who played her in the movie looked way too masculine.

I can just imagine how hard it is for pre and post-op transexuals, especially when they attract straight men, and it brings up a lot of issues for all parties involved…and then for the hetero-sexual man to be in the military…jesus. I wonder if she could even watch the movie or if it hurts too much.

Yes, one month as of today I have lived in Hollywood.

I have had some amazing sessions, met some great new friends, had some wonderful Thia, Japanese and Mexican food…

So now for month two. I will be seeing the start of 2005 here, in Hollywood. I am stil waiting for all of My stuff to get here from New Orleans. I settled here pretty smooth, but there are still a lot of things to do. I haven’t even got My California ID, or local bank…I have had no time to do that with working almost daily. Lately My life hasn’t even allowed Me to go hang out with My friends for the majority of over 2 weeks.

I woke up this morning remembering “Ned Coral’s House”…then I searched it online…started to remember certain parts of the dream…it wasn’t “Ned Coral’s House” it was “Dean Coril’s House”.

When I was growing up My mother would remind Me of Dean Coril as a reason for why I shouldn’t go out, why I shouldn’t trust anyone…he was a real boogie man. Infact he worked for Houston Lighting and Power with My Uncle Jim.

I know it was him in the dream because it was a house in the Houston Hieghts with a graveyard in the back…and a little girl’s ghost in My dream…and in the dream Lara Paine had just got the house in front.
Some how my mind must have inverted the “Dean” dropped the “a” and came up with “Ned”.

In the real history of Houston, Dean Coril was a serial killer who killed 26 known victims.
He was found dead in his own home in Houston on August 7, 1973…he had been murdered by his accomplice in his murders. Teens and young adults all over Houston were thought to be runaways but infact were his victims. He and his accomplice would throw wild parties, at which they would select a victim drug, rape and kill them…till the night when Dean decided to try to kill his accomplice and victimize him in the same manner.
After his co-hort killed him he called the police to make a confession.

He seems to have been the topic of many conversations I had with My family when I was growing up. I remember My uncle saying that he and his co workers always thought Dean was a little strange and wondered what the the hooks were for in the back of his van.

If memory serves…the huge glass house that was torn down near the old Casa Mara Girl Scout sailing camp had some connection to him or some other serial killer.

I really have to thank My mother for such grim knowledge of man kind as a child. I even remember eating at La Jaliscience when I was only 8 or so, and having her tell Me that a class mate of mine’s aunt was murdered and hacked into pieces by her boyfriend in the apartment across the street…no wonder I always had nightmares…thanks mom!

I just have to wonder why he is popping up in My dreams lately.

Angela Ryan came to town last night (with Jamie Deadly), but both of us had plans to stay in and sleep. We just chatted on the phone, and with My busy schedule and her shooting schedule we hope to atleast go shopping down Hollywood (shoes glorious shoes).

Jail Bait Kate called and we discussed going out, but that wasn’t to be…I just stayed in bed with a thick blanket and the remote and watched the Life and Death of Peter Sellers…even wild girls have their lazy days and nights in.