Baby, fineness is the way to kill Tell me how it feel, I bet it’s such a bitter pill And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger better things Bet right now this stings Cause the grass is greener under me Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse!
Sorry, not sorry. I’m absolutely OBSESSED with this song right now. (Well… by ‘right now’ I still mean a week before you’re going to see this. But this is the last of the pre-scheduled posts, so you’ll start getting stuff in real-time again soon!)
And I never understood how you could treat me so heartless Until I realized that you just needed mine
This is coming out on a Thursday, and I’m writing it the Friday before… so keep that in mind. Lol. By the time you read this, I will have already gone to my friend’s class. But tonight, I am prepping to try and go to my friend’s dance class she’s teaching… in Gor. And I haven’t been to Gor in, like, 10 months?
So of course, where do I go for Gor things but On A Lark! I’m in love with this dress. Granted, probably not something Master would approve of a slave wearing in Gor… too covered… buuuuut I think it’s pretty, so I decided to take pictures!
Baby I done done enough talking Need to know that You’re mine Baby we done done enough talking Gotta be right now, right now
Master and I went back the other night and were skimming through some of my older blog posts… and I found an intended series that I started, and I don’t think I got very far through it… but I realized just how much I wanted to finish.
So while it might seem like a weird time to start a ‘series’ of posts, when I’m pre-scheduling stuff for next week, but it will at least give me writing topics!
I’m going to repeat the first one, since it’s been literally years, and my opinions have grown since then.
And when You start to look at me, a physical fatality And You surrender to the heat, You know I can put on a show, I can put on a show Don’t You see what You’re finding? This is heaven in hiding.
Funny how I magically start blogging more often with that huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Gee, it’s almost like that oppressive, abusive presence was affecting the day-to-day life of people y’all claim to care about, yeah?
Sorry… I’m still kinda grumpy it took so long for some people to see how this person is.
But I don’t let Him touch me anymore… I said, “I’m not something to butter up and taste when You get bored.” Cause I have spend too many nights on dirty bathroom floors To find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door…
He said, “Please don’t go away.” I said, “It’s too late.”