Oops. I forgot. Tell me again?
Dumb-dumb-duh-huh! (Judy Jetson, 1990)
I keep forgetting that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be elevated from the despicable status of “wannabe slave” unless M moves out to the boonies, chains me up and hides me away from the world.
I’m not sure I got the memo about the whole spending-the-entire-day-being-beaten-at-irregular-intervals-from-the-moment-I-wake-up-till-the-moment-I-go-to-sleep-almost-every-day thing being just kink fluff.
(Though probably, it’s just as much that it doesn’t sound believable. Him working from home has done some interesting things for my skin. It’s going all black and blue and green and purple. And I have polka dots on my knee. We have no idea where they came from.)
And what the fuck was wrong with me, thinking obeying my owner’s wishes (or current capabilities due to his career, as the case may be) could possibly be what I’m supposed to do.
~rolls eyes~
Someone give me a cookie. I just got kicked out of the cool kids club. Again.
S’ok, though. I gots me my own club now. They’ve got this neat little quality called “humility” and another awesome one called “acceptance”. And they’re the coolest dudes and gals I know.
Edited to say: Apparently, I misunderstood what was being said. BA wasn’t implying I’m a WAS. Huh… Don’t I feel like the jackass, now?