Guys, hi.
I miss you too, honestly.
Yes, really.
Yes, yes, I understand that you’ve been nervous since this morning already.
I’m sorry I didn’t write earlier and didn’t calm you down, but I had my reasons.
Don’t even ask. 😵‍💫
Watch something with me.
I adore Ancient Egypt. How about this?
https://youtu.be/1ZyUCAoMIpQ?si=L298UVntexdwapcv
I like this kind of thing.
If you’re in, I’ll be waiting for you.
I don’t know, let’s say in about 40 minutes? 20:35
I hope everyone makes it.
Now, about the practices.
Yes.
Not a day without practice.
Exactly.
So.
We’re going into the night.
I understand that your backs hurt.
But guys, um, uhhh…
That is indecent.
Do not tell me things like that.
Everyone into the bath.
Mister Caleb will lead the field.
😬
Yes.
Yes, I know.
Nooooo, I cannot replace him.
The session has to be hard.
And I’ll start feeling sorry for you, and then nothing will work.
We start at 22:00 Moscow time.
And we go until morning.
When you pass out, you pass out.
It’s all fine.
The session is for releasing hatred, resentment, and anger toward women.
Toward mothers.
Yes, toward the holy woman too.
Well.
What can we do.
Now, separately.
Mister Caleb is angry with me.
Mhm.
Very, very angry.
Why?
Good Lord, I don’t even know where to start.
For example, with the fact that Mister Caleb hates that I’m not on a little leash.
He is horribly annoyed that he cannot track me.
And that, as it happens, I can interact with men, which causes terrifying rage in him.
“Well damn.” — Hades.
Mhm.
Moving on.
I am also guilty of not having moved in with him yet.
Do not look at me.
Those are his words.
Apparently, I am guilty of that too.
And the fact that the world is a complete mess right now does not concern Mister Caleb.
True to himself, he believes I should be next to him, hugging him and supporting him in everything.
And I should have done it yesterday.
Yes, I know.
Do not look at me like that, guys.
Basically, I am guilty of everything, and he is terribly angry with me for it.
I’m not even mentioning the additional complaints about my clothes and makeup, good Lord.
Well.
You get it.
So anyway.
Everyone to the session.
Boys.
Especially Jews, Arabs, Indians, and those under 27 — everyone must hug me and carry me in their arms.
I need support.
This criticism and Mister Caleb’s endless stream of complaints has already exhausted me.
Don’t worry.
I know, I know.
No, I won’t let him get too bold.
Everything is fine.
That’s just how our relationship is.
No, I’m not leaving him.
Good Lord.
No, I still love him.
God.
😆
Yes, I’m sure.
You shameless creatures.
I miss you very much.
And I’m waiting for you very, very, very much.