Where’s kaya?
Here. Alive. Living what it is that I spend so much time yammering about when Master isn’t home.
Things are moving at a rapid pace and I’m just trying to go with the flow and not dig my heels in. Digging my heels in only gets me road rash anyway.
I think we might be going away for the weekend. I’m not sure yet.
I’m having a word-block. One of those times where there are too many words and not enough time to sort them out.
~cunt
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That’s fine, my friend! Sometimes it’s okay just to live life and not blog it (GASP! — I know, shocking words!)
Eventually, the words will come and I’ll be looking forward to reading them.
(And I’m jealous! It’s going to be a little-or-no-play weekend for me, and you know that makes Zille a sad girl!)
I’m sending you fortitude, and your Master (even more) wicked inventiveness!
enjoy!
You’ve been missed, fer shur, but we’re always glad when S gets home and we know you’re gettin’ some.
i always miss you, even when you post.
i wish you a great weekend.
hugs tight,
lee ann
Funny you should mention “road rash” remind me to tell you what happened this weekend at the biker rally!