Seether

Keeping one's self "under control" is so hard sometimes. It was the kind of day where I found Myself just wanting to scream, seemingly every 10 minutes.

Somehow, of course, I didn't . . . the workplace was spared any displays of raw emotion.

I strive for that same control in the rest of My life, too . . . with varying degrees of success. This is, I will admit, part of what I think a Dominant should do: To be the Mistress of others necessitates that One is frst the Mistress of One's self. This is often easier said than done, and certainly I have My moments.

The girls, of course, being the dovted slaves that they are . . . would gladly accept just about any mood from Me. I love them for that, but, I strive (strive being the oeprative word, it's by no means a cinch) to always let them know that I'm in control of Myself, and thus, they can rely on Me.

But, some days . . . wow. It's tough. This song pretty much summed up My day today:

Seether is neither loose nor tight,Seether is neither black nor white.
I tried to keep her on a short leash,I tried to calm her down.
I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah.
Can’t fight the seether
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.

Seether is neither big nor small.
Seether is the center of it all.I tried to rock her in my cradle,
I tried to knock her out,I tried to cram her back in my mouth, yeah.
Can’t fight the seether ( seether )
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.

Keep her down, boiling water,Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.
Oh, she is not born like other girls,
But I know how to conceive her.
Oh, she may not look like other girls,
But she’s a snarl-toothed seether, seether!

Can’t fight the seether ( seether )
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.
Seether . . . Can’t fight the seether ( seether )
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.Yeah.

--Veruca Salt