I got myself a letter from lalana.

Here’s the game:
You leave a comment (asking for a letter) on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on. 

My letter is M. (lalana went easy on me!) I will attempt to refrain from saying “Master’s ______” for every spot, but I make no guarantees.

1. Master (Obvious choice, I know. But if you ask me about things I love, he is number one. Everything else is going in no particular order.  But Master gets the top spot, for always and in all ways.)

2. Masochism (Or, wait. Maybe I hate it. Hrm… I never can tell.)

3. Marriage (I really, really want to get married. REALLY. Gimmie.)

4. Mmmmm (Okay, okay. It’s not a word or an object or a person or even an idea. It’s a sound. But I love it when it comes out of my Master.)

5. Manic Street Preachers/Mogwai/Morrissey/Muse – MUSIC! (I don’t know where I’d be without it. Everything from the music my parents played, to my embarrassing taste in music in jr. high school, to just listening to my brother play his guitar. Music is amazing.)

6. Midnight (This is my clever way of saying I’m not a morning person. I prefer the late hours to the early ones. BY FAR. I love the dark and the stars and the ability for midnight to be calm and alone, or frenzied and amazing.)

7. Mercy (I’ve needed it, much more than I can express. I’ve gotten it, and it’s more than I deserve.)

8. March (My birthday is in March, and my birthday is something I have only recently learned to love.)

9. Master’s Scent (This is cheating with the “M” thing. I know it is. I just fail to care. There is something about the way he smells… It’s intoxicating. I can smell him everywhere, and no one else seems to be able to smell him like I do. It’s like his scent was made specifically for me to experience, and it shines stronger than anything else. If he holds a piece of Tupperware? I can smell him on it. I absolutely fucking LOVE the way he smells.)

10. Me (Okay, fine. This one isn’t 100% true.  But I know I’m getting there, and I know the man responsible for it.)

On a random note…

Guess who started boilermaker tailgate chili at stupid o’clock in the morning today…

Guess who was busy last night cutting up all the ingredients so it would be ready to dump in the crock pot this morning, and got fucking capsaicin from the jalapeños on two of her fingers and her cheek and was in miserable, burny, can’t-wash-it-off, won’t-go-away pain…

Guess who immediately thought to herself “Hmmm, I bet this could be put to use elsewhere!” and had to quell a strong desire to test the effects of capsaicin on more sensitive skin…

Wait…

WHY ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ME?!?

It totally wasn’t me.

Pffft.

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(But really.  Has anyone tried that?  Is it as horrible/awesome as I’m thinking it would be?  Someone needs to share.  Or someone needs to “let it slip” to their Master they omg-so-wanna-try-it, and THEN share.  It’s in the name of science, people.  Or, well, okay, it’s not.  But whatever, it sounded good. Science FTW!)