Today was my Father's birthday. He turned 43. It's kind of funny how fast everything goes. I remember my dad's birthday party, last year. He got himself a rather large bottle of rum, and was plastered before midnight. He decided to be a pirate, and wear the pirate hat he had got from Kings Island that summer. He made himself several batches of grog and even let me have a few sips of it. That turned out in me having two small glasses of rum and coke.. which tasted great.
At any rate, it's 11:44 at night, where I am, and I'm already really sleepy. Sundays are so lazy for me, and this was no exception. I kind of wish that Master would have called me like he said he would, but I'm pretty sure he was really busy and tired... so it's okay. I haven't really talked to him much today, and I miss him like crazy, but it's alright. He'll be home in less than 24 hours, and I'll get to talk to him then, I'm sure. Meh, I should really get in bed. I'm supposed to go take care of college stuff tomorrow and then go looking for a job. All I know.. is that I can't wait to talk to Master when he gets home tomorrow. I love him very much. He's my heart, my soul, my pride, my joy, my everything. He is my world.
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Natira's Passionate Marks
A little something that will contain poetry I've written and my personal thoughts on what is going on in my life.
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