Sunday, 1 January, 2012.

I want to start by saying something.


HAPPY NEW YEAR!


I also want to say:


We are not all dying in next Winter Solstice. The world is not coming to an end.
Do you want to know how I know this? Of course you do. I have it on very good
authority that the world is not coming to an end, because in the Bible that most
of those doomsday prophets happen to be from a religion observant to, there is
a passage that declares that no mortal may know or accurately predict the end.


Therefore, given all the doomsday predictions for 21 December, 2012? It won't
happen, if for no better reason than the fact that so many have predicted it will.


So take the following advice to heart:


On 20 December, 2012, DO NOT ...


• go out and donate everything you own to charity.
Seriously, if the world ends tomorrow, it's too late.


• go out and donate everything you own to Harold Camping.
Seriously, he should be sued for all the times he's scammed people out of everything they own by convincing them the world is absolutely going to end immediately the very second that he says it, and that since they don't need their belongings anymore, they should make a good faith payment to God by donating them to him. What sane person's response would be anything but a knuckle-sandwich to the face? If the world's ending tomorrow, this old bastard doesn't need your Maserati.


• go out and rape, murder, pillage, or otherwise perpetrate a violent criminal act.
Seriously, even if the world were ending the next day, that'd be the day to thank God for Yeshua of Nazareth and Yeshua's assertion of the forgiveness of all your wrongdoings, not go out and do some new bad shit. Honestly, think about it. You're going to see a judge for what you do the eve of the supposed end of the world, and if that happens to be Judge God, His sentences can be far harsher than anything a mere mortal judge would be legally allowed to hand down to you, moron.


Now that we have that neatly out of the way...


I'm moving!


I should be living in Tennessee this coming Sunday, at the very latest.
Master is going to dye my hair silver and give me silver lipstick for the Gender Bender Party.


I am really looking forward to being able to meet everyone.
I may not get to say goodbye to the people in New Jersey that I love so much, but I can't let that bother me, we're going to have a picnic up there at some point and then they'll all get to meet the Master Who Owns me.


Daddy is so eager to meet Her little girl's friends and loved ones.
She's not quite as eager to meet my adoptive parents, which I can totally understand.
Especially since She'll be meeting them in autumn anyway, most likely.


I got so excited about leaving that I became nauseous and needed a very large dose of honey so I could make a dent in the nausea. It worked, of course, but yeah. I got so excited I became sick to my stomach with enthusiasm. That's never happened before. This must be what they mean when they talk about "butterflies in your stomach."


Master's giving me many firsts.
I can't wait to be with my Daddy.


I Love You Master, with all of my heart and every fiber of my being.
I Love You Daddy, as much as I have ever loved anyone in my life.
There is no part of me that does not love every part of You, Master.
I Trust You Master, with my heart, with my health, and with my life.
I know You will never do anything to damage Your property, Master.
I know You have Your little girl's best interests in mind, Daddy-love!


- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Phee