Being Good

Well this is me actually being "good" and keeping my promise to write in here. Yeah me. So let's see, lots to complain about but nothing I can currently talk about because of certain circumstances, which most people who read this know about anyways. Okay, if that made any sense to anyone, you must be getting about as much sleep as I have....aka none.

Went to see my love tonight, was nice. He was a bit tired and occupied, but I did get some cuddles, and got to watch his ass a lot, so it's all good. Would be better if he was actually getting a least a little sleep though. I worry. Nextly I worry about ramdomly disappearing toys. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but that seems really weird, and kinda concerns me. Has someone been stealing private toys? That would be rather scary and somewhat disturbing.

Yes I actually am aware I am kinda babbling. But I've decided, tonight it's alright, I'm tired and hell, it is my diary after all. I'm sure I had more to say, but the person beside me is trying to "sleep" and I am making typing noises, so I guess I should get off the comp. Maybe I'll start making mouse clicky noises instead. *grins evilly* Yes I know, I'm a shit. Everyone's gotta have a hobby.

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