You ain't nuttin but a slut to me.
I said shut up when I'm talking to you! You hear me? Answer me!
I absoluteeeeely loooove Eminem. I need more music on my mp3 player. Man... today is the first time I've been to school in what seems to be weeks.
Mmmm.. George is doing good, hopefully. He feels sad when I neglect him a bit. Of course, that's true for most bottoms but I am a sympathetic seme. I love my little subs, despite trying to be cool about not giving them attention... he's my baby boy.
Of course I love him. What a silly question to ask. To me, however, love is not a committment... though I love in a way that people seem to have a hard time understanding. I can tell you that George is mine. You can't have him, you will not hurt him. I'm here to protect him. While it might seem like I don't care about him much and I tease him a lot, the truth was if you were to harm a hair on his head I would go absolutely ballistic.
I'm not lying, either. I'd flip out, go psychotic on your ass. Growling, foaming at the mouth, death glare.. all sorts of disgusting behaviour. You do not want to cross my path, or come near my property. He is mine. That would be vandalism. But more than that, I would die to see my beautiful boy sad.
And that's why I'd get kicked out of George's house. Very quickly. I'd be draped across his bed, nuzzling to him, his mom would walk in and try to tell him to do something and I would fix her with the glare of a hell hound, or a rabid wildcat that's just found you in it's territory. She'd stammer, fall back and be like, "WHAT IS THAT THING DOING ON YOUR BED?"
If his family came close to creating any sort of distress in my boy, I would go homicidal. Literally. I would be a threat to his family. They'd be afraid of me. Except his little sister. I love cubs. I think I'm a furry. I've always wanted a mate, not a lover/partner whatev... and I call kids "kits" or "chidluns" or "cubs". And I don't mind furs at all. It could be from the background Devin and I have with yerf.com ... tracing the artwork and redrawing it. =)
I love fur artwork. I definately am a fur. An odd mix between wildcat and dog. Aah... there's a lot people don't know about me. It's not that I'm interested in dressing up in giant costumes and yiffing or something, but I definately don't mind fur art... so back to my being a threat to stressors to my boy.
Let me clear this. It's mine. Don't fucking touch it, don't distress it, don't hurt it and don't upset it. ...and I won't hurt you. Mine.
Everyone's leaning on me... but sometimes it feels like the world's almost over but then she comes back to me. My baby girl keeps getting older...
Why are you doing this?
SHUT THE FUCK UP
You're drunk!
Well it's pretty much almost time to go and I have to turn this damn thing in... so... I love you guys. Especially my boy. <3