4bidden Social

I want to go dancing...

Suck my mother fucking BASS!



God is a girl, wherever you are, do you believe it? Can you receive it?

Type: Group Text
To: Scott, Alcuin, Chessa, Jamie, Kai
When: Week 7; Monday

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DATE: Week 3. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day seventeen of Hell. ...things are becoming confusing. He Who Must Not Be Named In Public hasn't found a reason to torment punish discipline me for my 'bad' behavior. I don't know if he is going so on me or has just become use to my mouth. Oh god. Now I'm remembering him using my mouth. Damn it.

ANYWAYS I still haven't been able to leave the room. I want to leave the room. Someone tell He Who Must Not Be Named In Public that I should be allowed to leave my room.

Here is a Gif from the same session as before for encouragement since a lot of people seemed to like the last one. Dirty minds.



I honestly don't know what I was doing. Moving around?

[Private to Scott]
... hey buddy? Are you still around? You said you knew Derek Hale right? Do you think you could talk to him about coming to see me? I really want to see you and I need to talk to someone other then the asshole.

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day ten. I'm now in the double digits of being stuck in the same room. Please someone save me.

My Master Asshole Puppy Dog The person that I can't call a name, not even his own name, in public but I refuse to call him by his title still hasn't let me out of my room. Well there was a couple of hours yesterday but those are unimportant. What is important is that I know every nook and cranny in this room. I know how many floorboards there are. I know where all the indents in the wall are. I know where the dust likes to gather. It is under the bed, for anyone that is curious, and I'm pretty sure it is mating. I will soon have dust bunnies to call my own.

I'm so bored that I made a gif of myself. Yes, you read that right a gif. Said gif and not jif.



It is of me blinking. Enjoy.

[ TYPE: Blog Entry. | DATE: Week 2, Wednesday morning. ]
My master permitted me the use of this some time ago, yet...

Yet I do not know what to say, I'm afraid. I've little experience chronicling my life in such a way, after all, and Anafiel my master Master Anafiel Master Delaunay always said that it was best to remember rather than record. He jested once that when one got to be as old as he was there simply weren't enough post-it notes in the world to remind him of the things he'd forgotten, much less pages in a book.

Then again...

[ PRIVATE TO SCOTT ]

Master, it seems that you've left your key card on the coffee table again. Would you like me to fetch it for you?

[ /PRIVATE ]