That last post is not sitting well. It’s “off” somehow.
I don’t think Master is going to like it either.
I don’t think he’s cared much for any of the last few posts I’ve made.
Oy. You know that restless whiny thing that dogs do when thunderheads start to build on the horizon? That’s how I’m feeling. And the sky is clear.
I’ve taken a very LARGE misstep somewhere I think.
Oy oy oy. cunt intuition tells me sumpin’ bad is coming.
cunt slave cunt! idontknowanymore