Mistress Amberly needed me to write a paper for her and i failed. My mood now sullen and limp. Was it too much too soon? Was the assignment above my abilities? For over a week i’ve barely slept 3 hours each night, at my age that’s unsustainable. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, you failed you pathetic little piggy. You better hope you get another chance to succeed at somthing. I paid her today to bark like a dog and oink like a pig and i loved it and it’s still sending chills down to my bones. i told her she could record me make any sounds she desires. i’ve been turned into her blog whore.