Consider This: Being Fat And Chubby Is Ok And Good

For littles without a caregiver to set rules:

Rule 1.) Bedtime is 11:30 unless there are special occasions.

Rule 2.) Whenever you’re sad or stressed out you must draw a picture and post it on your blog and tag me in it so I can love it.

Rule 3.) No sweets after 11 PM. It’ll give you nightmares.

Rule 4.) No hurting yourself on purpose. If you do, you lose any sweets for the next day.

Rule 5.) You must take a shower or bath every other day at least.

Rule 6.) Brush your teeth at night.

Rule 7.) Always tell someone if they’re making you uncomfortable. Your most important person is yourself and that’s who you need to make happy. No one else. If they don’t stop, tell me and I’ll yell at them. Or my daddy will. But no one has the right to make you feel unsafe.

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Work and my voice

So this week at work I was told I have a really great and really deep voice but if I want to do good as a massage therapist when I am one I can't have a sweet tone. Apparently my voice is deep but sweet and it makes me seem gay, and people specifically women won't go to a gay masuer, hmm I disagree. Women tend to have other women or want someone more feminine because it means they aren't just there to cop a feel. So basically I'm being told that I have to change myself till I'm not me anymore.

Happy bday to me. I wonder if I can get some sexy nudes or messages. 27 oh how the time flies.

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why aftercare is so important

me: *just got punished and i am now sad, thinking daddy is angry with me*

daddy: why don't you sit with Daddy and cuddle, hm?

me: *nods and climbs on his lap*

daddy: *holds me against his chest and pets the back of my head* who's my good girl?

me: *mumbles* is it me?

daddy: yes! so smart!

me: i'm glad you think i'm good

daddy: i KNOW you're good. now who's my sweet little cinnabun?

me: *giggling and bouncing on daddy's lap* it's me! i am, i am, i am!