Oh dear Gods... The Cage released the ability to send voice-clips on Bond. Which, honestly I like the idea since I'm a little bit of an audiophile. I love different sounds, noises, music, and voices. I adore my Dom's voice, it's inflections, it's pitches, the way it gets throaty and lower when he's in the mood. The way he laughs, even the hitched breathless moans during climax~ Mmph... Moving on-
I'm also very curious/nosy.
So if I can hear what other people sound like, I'm very curious! I'm guilty of snooping through people's profiles and listening to the sound bites they might have on their profile page, just to see what they sound like. Is there an accent? No accent? Maybe they have a lisp? Maybe a piercing they have adds a slight whistle when they talk, maybe they're really quiet? Or loud?
I like the timbre or the mellifluous tones. Almost like different colors.
However, when I say this. I do worry that now opens the door for unwanted/uninvited people trying to solicit things via voice.
Which, I will say if anyone's that foolish; they run the potential risk of getting told off by voice. (You don't want that, trust me.)
So, we'll see how it goes!
Looking over 2019... Truthfully? It was a bunk year... When I say 'bunk' I don't mean the bed. I mean it was a ridiculous, bunkum year.
There was a lot of trials and tribulations this year.
My mother has survived cancer, and the handful of complications that came with surgery. Things didn't look good for her for little awhile...
The person I thought I was going to marry and spent the rest of my life with I realized was manipulative and emotionally abusive, and I was a victim of abuse for quite a few years out of a 10 year relationship; and even after the fact I keep discovering more and more, like that they were cheating on me. A lot. I had a scare that I might of had Endometrial cancer, and in the end was diagnosed with PCOS. (Polycystic ovary syndrome)
The stress got to a point, I actually had a complete mental meltdown for the first time ever.I actually gave up on myself for a few weeks. (Not suicidal. Moreso just... Depressed, I didn't bother taking care of myself like I should.)
I had some really great days - I also had some bad ones. 
I had moments to be extremely proud of; and I've also had moments where I'm completely ashamed of myself.
I made some friends, and I lost some.
I learned some lessons, and taught a few too.
I've learned a great many deal of lessons this year. Primarily, about myself, and my mental health; which I realize I didn't pay attention to much until this year.
But, I made it. I'm here. I'm still going. I'm stronger than I was last year.
I'm not one for New Years resolutions. We all know that's just empty promises. But, what I will say is that I'm finding optimism again. I'm reacquainting myself with looking on the brighter side of things as opposed to all the icky muck that's dark and troublesome.
I'm hoping 2020 brings many new opportunities, successes, good health, good vibes, and growth. It's a dawn of a new day while the previous year sets behind us. 
And while we celebrate this evening with friends, family, strangers, what-have-you. I'm not going to ask what your New Years Resolution is.
But instead.
I'm going to hope that you get your wishes fulfilled. Your goals reached. Desires obtained. I'm going to hope that 2020 is a step up and forwards.
Here's to hoping.
Cheers.
- Chimera 
