4bidden Social

[Blog; Open]
[Week 9, Sunday Afternoon]

What the fuck has happen? I go to bed fine and wake up weak as a fucking baby. I maybe pissed, but my Master is fuming.

[Blog -Week 4, Wed, afternoon]

So it seems that this week has been nothing short of insanity. With the move into our new home and getting everything ready, I've barely had any sort of time to myself. When I have though, I've been in talks with a nearby breeder for our first bundle of joy. I managed to find a breeder on the island that has a new liter of baby English sheep dogs. The only problem now is to pick just which one to get.




Any suggestions as to which one I should get?

Week 3, Tuesday, Afternoon

For the fucking love of all that is holy I hate fucking telemarketers. Six calls just this morning, I am about to throw the phone out the fucking window, but then my master would get pissed if we have no business. But it one more calls today I will fucking flip the shit out!

Does anyone know if there is a spell that can change the color of something? I am thinking the house need to be a hot pink instead.

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It's quieter at night than it used to be. Only crickets. There are always crickets even when it's cold outside. Master'll turn the heat on when it gets too cold, and it'll be summer again. But the crickets won't stop chirping. Not even when they're dead.

Type: Blog; open
Week 1, Wednesday, Afternoon.


Well I was just blinded again as I entered my home. I want to know who thought neon green, with a fucking neon orange door was a good idea. They either need their eyes checked or to be shoot fucking dead.

DATE: Week 1. Thursday. Morning.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day five? Could be four if you don't count Sunday but I'm counting Sunday. Day five in my one room prison.

The asshole that owns me doesn't like that I haven't taken to the wonderful life of being a slave, a personal slave at that, and has me locked up in my bedroom. Such a wonderful life a slave leads. Is anyone else bored out of their freaking mind or is it just me?

Come on. Someone talk to me here. I need some sort of escape from this hell I'm currently living in.