This week’s blog post is a lil late but better than never! I’ve been a bit busy partying it up in Las Vegas for Halloween (if you follow Me on twitter you know this already, AND you’ve gotten to see some cute costume pics of Myself and friend Daisy Delfina) but today I’m taking it easy and enjoying some 5 star room service at My hotel before I fly back to Phoenix tomorrow.

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Here is the latest journal entry from My addict (still haven’t come up with a name for him because he isn’t officially My owned slave yet). I’ve assigned him a weekly task to write something about how he feels about Me, his relationship with Me and the general progression of it all. I want this mainly for Myself, to get more into his head, and of course to see the progression he makes. Very kind of Me to share this with the rest of you losers…I know

Oh, he says this is best read in the voice of Forrest Gump. haha

A few weeks ago You told me to write You and describe how i found You and how i feel about You. i wrote these things down, submitted the message to You and awaited Your response.

i wondered what You would think about the message. In it i’d admitted how much i like You, how i can’t stop thinking about You and how much i need You. i thought that You must deal with this sort of message all the time; you would be relaxed because it wouldn’t be anything unusual or have any special meaning for You. But i was worried that maybe i was wrong about this, maybe You would read it and think that i was mad and go ahead and block me. This worry increased as time went by with no response from You.

Another day went by with nothing from You. This was the first time You’d taken so long to respond to one of my messages. You were not available on Skype either. I kept checking for messages from You and waiting for You to log in to Skype.

There was no clue on Your Twitter as to why You had not responded.

Three days later You had still not replied. That morning i was sitting at my computer, i had checked the mail and there was still no reply from You. i logged in to Skype and You were, as usual, not available. i felt empty, like nothing, now there was nothing, i had failed You and You would never let me talk to You again.

Then suddenly i saw You log in to Skype. Your icon looked different: it was a red no entry sign so i guessed that this must be what someone sees when You block them. i found the no entry sign strangely compelling, i kept looking at it and wondered if i would get bored with looking at it, it wasn’t a great image, but it was a sign from You so somehow i liked it.

i was astonished when after a few minutes You messaged me on Skype and said “morning”. You explained that You would talk to me but that You were going to have breakfast first and then do some other things. i was allowed to wait for You, and while i waited for the next half an hour i felt extremely grateful to You.

We then talked for a couple of hours during which You told me about some things, which it is not my place to mention here.

Then i asked You if You’d read the message that i’d sent You. i was worried when You said that You hadn’t read it. You found the message in Your mail and read it as i watched in fear of what You’d think of it. i saw Your intelligent eyes rapidly scanning the text. i saw Your perfect face smile.
Nervously i waited for You to tell me what You thought. You didn’t seem to care or mind what I’d said.

We spoke for another few hours before You ended the call.

That was then, this is now. i haven’t talked to You for seven days and i miss You.

i miss talking to You. i keep thinking about all the ways in which You are perfect and beautiful, from Your calm controlling way, to Your soothing voice and Your blue eyes to Your tendency to use semicolons more diligently than most other people.

i follow You on Twitter to get any scrap of information that i can about how you’re doing. Sometimes You don’t sound like You’re having fun: maybe You’ve got a headache or something has irritated You. This gets me concerned and feeling protective towards You, which i’m sure You must think is ridiculous.

When i see Your Twitter, i usually conclude that You are fine and often You sound like You are having fun. To return the favor i’ll finish by mentioning some fun i’ve had lately. Two days ago i had quite a nice fruit salad, and i like salads.

Saladssss

i guess i’m partial to nice salads.

Saladsssssssssss

If a plate of salad leaves my table without being eaten, it failed.

Haha. Clearly that last bit is his ode to My random sex tweets from a few days ago.