Dear Diary,
Wulfie is in such a dark mood today I find it quite exil... exhil.... eksilerating. Not that he is likely to satisfy my natural urges, he is, after all so very busy with all this ... stuff he's been up to. Not that it holds any interest for me. He has tried to explain what he and the boys are up to, but i find it so very dull. I usually do my best to look pretty and just agree with him, he has such a wicked temper and i long for him to grab hold of me and allow his temper to dissolve into animalistic passions and so engulf my lust...... ahhh. mmmmm.
I am reading such a fantastic book at the moment. It's about a butcher who is having a love -affair with a local school girl. They make love among the pig carcasses, all the blood and carving knives really turns me on. He is a gruff old fellow, and she can smell his trade on her fragile body. I haven;t finished it yet, but i hope they get married and live happily ever after in a big palace in the mountains.
The butcher reminds me so much of my darling Wulfie. He hates to bathe. He is much more concerned with something called racial clensing, than clensing himslef, he is so selfless and proactive. I wish i could be more like him, but apparently i am just a silly little fool who lives in cloud cuckoo land, i don;t know where that is, but i am sure wulfie will invade it soon enough, bless him.
That Goebals was round again the other day, he pinched my bum AGAIN the rotter, if Wulfie sees him do that, he'll chop his balls off!
Anyway, gotta dash, have to prepare Wulfies din-dins, his favorite tonight i think to cheer him up, Chicken soup with lochen and kinedlech. Some potatoe latke's and gehfilter fish for his main, then if he's a very good little dictator he can have kosher ice cream for pud!
