#ANYWAY. like its a male dominated business. there's going to be bullshit. its just that she fabricates her own bizarre bullshit

[mingisblackgf]

slut | c.s

prompt: could you write a san smut with hair pulling and degradation but like without daddy kink?

pairing: choi san x fem!oc genre: smut for dayz boi, highschool au, badboy!san word count: 1.8k warnings: hair-pulling, degredation, filth really. just filth :)

school. 

school was a place, like any other public place, where you put on a facade so that people will like you. you could showcase any part of yourself, nobody will ever know if it's real or not. that's the beauty of it all, pretending anyway.

why did you have to be yourself? who said we couldn't bend the rules a little and act a little different than the real us? in your case, you didn’t think most people would want you to act the way you really are, a sex crazed animal that constantly thinks about boys and what you could do to them. you were sort of like a male in that aspect, how you thought about sex 24/7, even when you weren’t thinking about sex, you were

at school though, you always tried to be as conservative as possible. whatever that meant.

you didn't wear revealing clothing like girls here, you always had my hair up and out of your face, you didn't wear much makeup and you never wore your contacts to school, only your glasses.

you just didn't want anyone getting any ideas. because after all, you were a slut, you just didn’t want anyone to know. and what was wrong with that? it was something like a mystery, you think. a side you didn’t want anyone to see.

you also didn’t want anyone to see the side of you that got in trouble, because that showed its colors today, too. so picture it: in your english class, you and the hottest guy you’ve probably ever laid your eyes on, choi san got detention. both of you. 

of course, your mind began to wander about the things the both of you could do, so you we’re desperately praying that you didn’t fuck him.

or so you say. really, you were afraid of being caught.

"y/n!" you hear your name coming from down the hall and you jump, not realizing you were lost in your thoughts. tensing up, you whipped around, cautious as ever.

it was only your good friend here at your school, yoon nayeon. captain of the cheerleader, the korean sign language association, the debate club, film appreciation club, yeah, yeah you get it, the chick was the queen of clubs.

"hey, kid! why are you rushing out of woo's class too quick?" she'd approached your side just as the wary thoughts began to flood your head. that was another thing about her. she definitely has amazing timing, you thought.

you chuckled out your apprehensive doubts about her character. they were a daily thing. "oh, yeon, you know i hate english." you sighed. “plus she gave me detention.”

"you got detention? what the hell did you do?” nayeon exclaimed, incredulously. she’d never heard let alone said the words “i” and “detention” in the same sentence, so it was hard for her to comprehend. 

you rolled your eyes at the memory. “she caught me texting or some shit. it was bullshit, it felt like she was targeting me. same with san.”

she smacked her lips, shaking her head. “i get it. well, look, if it makes you feel any better, i fell asleep in her class yesterday and someone had to pinch me awake. honestly, thought i was gonna wake up in a castle or some shit, but here i was on her fucking desk.” nayeon jokes, emitting a hollow laugh from you. “but hey, did you hear?”

you shake your head at the question.

"well, this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you considering his record, but choi san has detention, for like. the rest of the week. and he can’t participate in any of his games coming up. he fucked up big time." nayeon rambled as we walked. 

i stayed silent as if i didn’t know, wanting her to continue. “he’s so fucking hot, but i could never date him, he has like, no goals or anything.”

you nod, realizing that you and san were more similar than you might’ve thought.

then you sighed when the two of you faced the classroom. as you looked through the door glass, you saw that the only seat filled up thus far was choi san.

great.

“hey, good luck, don’t do anything dumb.” nayeon joked, squeezing your hand supportively.

you chuckled, not taking your eyes off the glass, and gulped when san met your eyes too, smirking.

“i won’t.” you lied, turning the door handle slowly.

**

it didn’t take long for things to escalate at all.

one second you were half asleep, wanting to die of boredom in detention, the next you’re straddling san's lap making out with him. he snaked his hand up your uniform shirt and you had no desire to stop him, your mind too clouded with lust to think straight. he pulled away slightly and thrust upwards to your core, making you hitch a breath instead doing your go to: moaning loudly.

it was probably his dream: fucking you, you having to be quiet, him dry humping you, and your lips were on his, almost begging for more of him. 

"fucking shit slut, you know how hot it is when you're being quiet?" san lowly growled, thrusting his groin deeper into your wetness, and as much as you wanted to scream out from all the teasing he was doing, you two were in detention and the teacher would be coming back in any second if he heard any noises from either of you.

"p-please," you stammered, throwing your head back in a complete state of passion. who knew that dry humping like a bump of two horny dogs in a classroom would be so exhilarating?

he crashed your lips together once more hungrily, placing his hands on your cheeks to steady you. he kept riding his clothed sex onto yours, and by the core of your stomach, you could tell you were close to release.

"you know, i always knew you were a slut." he whispered with a smile against your lips, and you squeezed his arousal, making him jerk up and groan in your mouth.

you knew you had a bit of a dominant streak, but that was no match for san, as he pulled your hair, snapping your head back quickly. you could have yelped out at the sudden action, but you could only whine, feeling hopeless even on top of him.

“oh no, let me make this clear before we continue,” he said lowly, yanking your hair follicles harder. “don’t get all bratty on me. you’re going to obey me, okay?”

you actually didn’t know how to formulate words at his sudden words, and the sensation of him pulling your head all the way back by your hair made you completely mute. 

“say something, slut.” san grunted, thrusting his clothed member into once more and pulling your hair back harder. “now.”

“y-yes, i’ll obey.” you stammered out, it almost coming out as a squeak rather than words.

the blonde beauty smiled cheekily at the words, releasing his grip. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

his sudden mood shift had your head swimming, confused but hazy with lust, anticipating his next action. and an action it was. he picked you up from his lap and put your on the desk in front of you two, prying your legs open and kneeling in front of your soaked entrance.

“no panties, huh?” san noted, flashing another dimpled smirk. “such a whore.”

before you could react to his words, he acted quickly, diving into your wetness and beginning to suck and eat at your pussy. you had to bite your lip and grip the desk with knuckles as he devoured you. you hadn’t felt anything like that before, his tongue was swirling around your clit feverishly, and then he added a finger unknowingly, and you gasped loudly at the sensation.

he used his unoccupied hand to clasp it around your mouth, pulling away from your pussy. 

“shut the fuck up.” he whispered against your heat, looking up at you with wicked eyes. “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

again, speechless,  you could only nod, your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes meeting his. 

“then shut up.”

you obeyed, screaming internally as he continued to eat your pussy. you felt your peak coming, so you jerked forward into his face. san snickered to himself at your eagerness and calmly stood up from you, unzipping his pants.

“you’re on birth control, right?” he asked casually, his dick fully hard and now on display. he was inches from your hole.

you nodded and he quirked an eyebrow. “damn. where have you been all my life?”

you gazed down at his dick, it was slim and hard, not the biggest but something told you he knew how to use it.

san entered inside of you slowly, still for a moment to let you adjust. you bit your lip so hard it nearly bled when you felt all of him inside of you, and he threw his head back at your tightness.

“m-move, san, please?” you pleaded, meekly.

without words he began to pound into you deeply, keeping a quick pace as he fucked you. his pace wasn’t letting up, as you slapped the desk next to you in pleasure. he began sapping your exposed neck with kisses and bites all over.

“oh my god, fuck, san, i-i can’t-” you hiccuped as he suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“fucking l-look at me, slut. right here.” he didn’t stop fucking you as he spoke, gritting his teeth as your skin slapped against his. you had to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, and continued to keep eye contact with him.

you felt an intense orgasm coming on as you collided your lips upon his, moaning as his groans got sloppy.

almost as if he knew you were close, he reached down to begin rubbing your clit, and then you couldn’t take it anymore. you mewled weakly into his mouth, scratching his back with your nails. it was the only thing you felt you could do in that moment.

not soon after, he came too, and quickly slid out of you.

you looked to the door, surprised no one walked in and caught you, seeing the school work business as usual. san broke the tension-filled silence with a giggle.

“you know, i could get used to that.” he said, smiling. “my own little slut, huh?”

and you laughed a little nodding, knowing that you also could find safety from fucking san more often, too. ____________ masterlist

[bluephoenixdruidicprincess]

How To Date Your Dragon (Mystic Bayou Series Book 1) by Molly Harper -- Book Review

Alright, I know its been a while since I did one of these or really posted anything of substance actually. I’ve just been super busy, and when I’m not super busy I’m super stressed out and when I’m not either of those things, I’m just tired. So I’m really sorry about the lack of content lately. 2020 has been kicking my ass. First my work introduced a new inventory system that we had to learn how to use and we’re STILL trouble-shooting those issues. Then the pandemic happened, and as a result of that my company decreased everyone’s pay and hours by 20% to offshoot the financial hardship of the on-coming economic collapse on the company. So while I was forced to work less hours, I still had to get twice the work done for considerably less pay. And a lot of the time, I still ended up having to work overtime FOR FREE for my company just to get things done because while other parts of the company slowed down, my job did not. So as you can imagine, that was total bullshit. I was stressed about getting the work done, I was stressed about not making as much money to make ends meet. It was just non-stop, hair-pulling stress ALL. OF. THE. TIME. Now, thankfully, my pay and hours have been restored back to 100% and not a moment too soon, because I was running out of savings. Yup, the last two years I had been saving up to take an actual vacation somewhere...that’s not going to happen now, thank you COVID-19. But yeah, I’m still hanging on the coattails of living from paycheck to paycheck. And now we got a hurricane/tropical storm on the way so now I have to worry about that. But anyways, enough about me. Lets talk about this book I read. 

So earlier this week, I was just browsing through Youtube trying to distract myself from the stresses of my life, and I come across The Dom’s book review of How To Date Your Dragon by Molly Harper. And when I listened to the first part of the review, Dom legitimately enjoyed this book...about romance...which doesn’t normally happen with him (50 Shades has really broken him in terms of romance) so I immediately turned the video off and I was like, “okay, I have to read this book now if he’s saying its a good book”. And after reading it, I must say that I agree with him. This was a good read. Strong world-building, strong characters, strong plot. It was enjoyable. 

Now this is a shifter paranormal romance and at first I was skeptical about actually enjoying this book because the shifter genre has a tendency to not be my cup of tea. I probably have all the Inuyasha fanfiction I read as a young adult to blame for that, I got introduced to the toxic tropes early (I even wrote an Inuyasha fanfic on fanfiction.net back in the day...and I will never link it anywhere or ask anyone to read it because it’s awful). Anyways, I’ve found that the shifter romance genre typically employs tropes that I don’t really like seeing. Most notably the jealous possessive boyfriend trope. “You’re mine and I want to take a bite out of anyone who looks at you.” In small doses, this trope can be cute sometimes, but when its treated as a dominant personality trait in an already very alpha male type of character, it just really turns me off and is not what I’m looking for in my love interest. And unfortunately, this book does have a little bit of it but its something I found I could easily ignore based on the fact that the heroine actually has a back bone. And another aspect of the shifter genre that I typically don’t like is the whole dual personality of the shifter. I’m sure you all know what I mean. “I yearned for her and my wolf demanded I take her.” And I suppose this is meant to be a personification for their more animalistic desire but a lot of times it comes off so strong I’m worried about the shifter’s mental health or it comes off so strong its veering into uncomfortable bestiality intonations. And thankfully this book has none of either. At first I was worried that a certain scene was going to head into the aforementioned bestiality territory but the lovely Molly Harper turned into a joke instead which I appreciated. 

In fact, another thing I want to commend this book on is that there are 0 consent issues which is always so so nice to read. Every sexual act that happens between the main characters is completely 100% consensual, not even dubious-consent, it was wonderful. I really don’t blame Dom for becoming disenfranchised with the romance genres after he’s read so many books that have some deep consent issues ingrained in it. And it was just so nice to come across an author that doesn’t feel like consent issues is what makes a sex scene sexy. No, she found other ways to make the scenes sexy and while it may not necessarily have been my thing, it was still interesting to read about. I won’t give too much away but there is a sex scene that happens on top of literal hoards of gold.

This book also has a wonderful platonic best friend relationship between the main character and her roommate. The main character’s roommate is described as being super pretty, super perfect at everything but the main character doesn’t have any jealousy or envy towards her. Instead, all she feels is adoration and respect and these two are just so supportive of each other. Its lovely to see female friendships depicted like this. 

All in all, I found this book super enjoyable even if it does have a dumb name and I would like to read more of the Mystic Bayou series. Of course, I can’t right now because I’m broke but definitely next paycheck when I don’t have any bills to pay, this is something to look forward to. 

[roidespd-blog]

Chapter Three : THE DESOLATION OF THE GRINDR USER

« Grindr is a sociopath nest », Anonymous 

Grindr was launched on March 25, 2009. About a month or so earlier, I lost my virginity to the sweetest guy you could imagine. I met him on what we could consider one of Grindr’s ancestors, Gaypax— I still have that account, out of nostalgia. The design is so ugly I wonder now how I did spend so much time on it (we weren’t picky back then…) So Grindr was born at the exact time my sexual and romantic life was unfolding. It means that, except for the few years I’ve spent frenetically masturbating to La Redoute’s underwear catalogues and downloading dirty pictures of Brad Pitt naked with a very slow wifi, I’ve always been accustomed to gay apps.

Recently, the new and improved french magazine Tétu published an article called « Faut-il brûler Grindr?». Though not as detailed as I was hoping it would be, it did not changed my general opinion about the dating app paradigm. 

FLASHBACK France, 1971. A young gay man living in a beautiful city called Paris. Mike Brant just released his first major hit, Rock’N’Roll is slowly dying and Les Bidasses en Folie is this year’s biggest success at the box office. Unfortunately for him, the Gay Rights Movement is just at its infancy, homosexuality is still considered a mental illness and sodomy is punishable by law. So he shut his mouth and do his dirty business privately. he spends time around Place de Clichy and finds very discreet bars that can welcome him without too much judgement. He takes long walks toward the Tuileries bushes and sucks a stranger’s dong without any verbal exchange. He ends up marrying that fine young Marie, daughter of a friend of his dad, makes a couple of kids and from time to time, goes back to those places, shameful of himself.

That was the life of a gay man in France. If he didn’t get killed along the way. CUT TO 2009. Grindr is the first official gay dating app launched around the world. In France, the ban on sodomy disappeared in 1981 and since 1992, you are no longer considered a crazy person for being attracted to a person of the same sex (well, not from an official medical point, anyway). The app came to fruition through a simple question asked by its creator, Joel Simkhai : « WHO ELSE IS GAY AROUND HERE? ».

By 2012, 4 million people were using the App. 27 million as of 2017. Tinder followed in 2012 — you are welcome, straight people. Then SCRUFF, GAYROMEO, HORNET, BLUED, … What is wrong, then ? You damn well know something is wrong.

SMARTPHONE, 21st CENTURY’S NEW BACKROOM

If you go to a bar, you have to talk to the bartender, exchange a least a fews words with strangers, even dance as your look around and are being seen by others in the flesh. If you go to a gaybar, the same thing happens. If you go to a gaybar then the gaybar’s backroomn, rules change.

As the dating apps was closing in on worldwide domination, it became clear that the natural human kindness and respect would ultimately have no effect on the way people would communicate with one another on Grindr. I’ve been working in a bookstore for the past four years, you see. I expect a “hello”, “goodbye” and a smile during any interactions with clients — from them and myself. So there’s nothing more annoying that someone coming up to you, barking what they want to and leaving without any civility whatsoever. The Grindr equivalent would be Step 1 : A DICK PICK (or ass pick. I once had a fisting commemorative photo sent to me) straight up. Step 2 : A terribly convenient “cc sava tu ch?” or a “cho?” Step 3A : If you are polite enough to answer something, a conclusive “tu reçoi” or “tu bouge” Step 3B : you did not answer a singe word and the guy either sends you a “????” or insults the shit out of you. I sometimes do not answer impolite clients at work. Guess what ? Bitches say hello if you stare down at them long enough. On the internet, never gonna happen.

I remember the first couple of times I went on Grindr. I tried to answer everyone, even a “no, thank you”. There was always some “Hello”s, “How are you?”s, a few “My name is”s. But as the years went by, gay men (as I mostly talk to gay or bisexual cis men on these apps, I can only give my opinion on that category of people) adopted a series of unofficial rules to talk to each other.

1. If we are on this app, we are ready to fuck. 2. We do not have time for small talk. 3. We do not need your name, but dick size and multiple nudes are welcome. A picture is worth a thousand blablablahs. 4. We need to be very precise about what we want, so as not to waste our precious time. 5. Seriously, give us a full diagnosis of your body shape through pics, boy. 6. Chems ? 9. There are no rule 7 & 8, because 6 & 9. Now, turn around.

There are also lots of personal rules users seem keen on sharing them publicly as to implement unofficial rule number 4.

NO FEMS, NO BLACKS, NO ASIANS

“Pretty chill guy here. Very open minded and friendly. I love men from different cultures. Just no Asians. Asians leave me alone. I’m not racist” “Don’t message me. I’ll message you :). No Blacks Asians or fems. Love it when fats call themselves masc. hahahaha.” “Tell me if top/btm. Don’t really believe in “vers”. […] Attracted to Latin & White (trying to sound PC)” “Chill masc sane… just described nobody on here… Over 35, Asian or fem = block.. haha” “99% of you are losers. I’m the top 1%. So prove yourself first” The last one was written by a white male, by the way. They all were.

In our modern society, we’re not fools enough to believe that racism disappeared and everyone is accepting of others. Just look at the whole series of events called “while Black” where white people called cops on black folks for getting out of their airbnbs, talking in a Starbucks without ordering or falling asleep in a communal room at college. Nevertheless, you don’t see parades of racists proudly marching with “NO BLACKS” signs on the streets — you see another type of marches, yes. Free speech and stuff, sure. So why has it become acceptable in people’s minds to shade light on their racism in their profiles, barely hiding behind the “sexual preference” bullshit excuse ?

In an article dated September 2018 called “Why is it OK for online dates to block whole ethnic groups?” (2), the Observer related the appalling anecdote of an elderly white man who responded to a Grindr user of asian descent : “Asian, ew gross”.

I myself was told that I was too fat, too small, too twinkish, then not enough of those, or too white (but so we’re clear : RESERVE RACISM IS NOT A THING. STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT A THING!).

Racism also works with the beliefs that if you look or act a certain way, you obviously are what someone’s fantasy is. You are a black man so I assume that my hole will expand by ten once you’re inside me. You a blond light weight with feminine traits. You’re a submissive bottom and a real whore.

The world works on assumptions (ex : the myth of the BIG BLACK DICK or the for-sure global instinct that Tom Hanks would never have to face any #MeToo accusations) and apps follow that same path but without any policing. The absence of ramifications from someone’s actions further implement a feeling of unapologetic mindfulness — the same way being in a dark backroom with strangers you can’t see does not seem to add any consequences to what you’ll do next.

Recently, Grindr tried to course correct its past errors by creating “Kindr” (3). Was it a new app that would prevent people from actively using hate speech ? WELL WHY DON’T YOU PREVENT IT ON GRINDR THEN ? Was it a new platform to exchange ideas and experiences so that we can find another way to communicate together ?

Here’s how they introduce Kindr on their official site : At Grindr, we’re into diversity (MONEY), inclusion, and users who treat each other with respect. We’re not into racism, bullying, or other forms of toxic behavior (YOU ARE THE TOXIC BEHAVIOR). These are our preferences, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to better reflect them. Same app. New rules (DID YOU THOUGH?) Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Their type. Their tastes. But nobody is entitled to tear someone else down because of their race, size, gender, HIV status, age, or — quite simply — being who they are. (AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT PUT YOUR BUSINESS IN A RISKY POSITION) Join us in building a kinder Grindr. (DO YOUR OWN DAMN WORK). Express yourself, but not at the expense of someone else (OR US). Report discrimination when you see it (LIKE WITH THE JEWS BACK THEN. ALSO, WE THE USERS, ALREADY DID THAT). Use your voice and share your story to call out prejudice and spark change. Together, we can amplify the conversation and take steps towards a kinder, more respectful community (SEE, WE AT GRINDR ARE WOKE).

There you have it. A marketing scam to ease the pain of millions of users whose relationships and self esteem were affected by Grindr’s lack of interest in their consumers. How many years did it take for a simple statement from the CEO ? What’s actually concrete about these actions ?

in the community guide lines, it is stated that they “will remove any discriminatory statements displayed on profiles. […] Profile language that is used to openly discriminate against other users’ traits and characteristics will not be tolerated and will be subject to review by our moderation team”. FINE. So, if someone says “no short fat asians”, theoretically it would be removed from the profile. But if it says “more into vanilla and spice than chocolate and rice. So hit me up if this is you” (an actual Grindr profile, by the way), what can a Grindr moderator do about it ? The racism is still there. Are we to believe that EVERY single profile is being reviewed in detail ?

#deletegrindr was a popular hashtag over a year ago. I’m not on twitter and I still heard about it. Was it a cultural shift in the way gay people wanted to treat other gay people ? Were we on the verge of a revolution ? Nop. Grindr released data informations of thousands and thousands of profiles about HIV status (something that you can put on your Grindr profile) to third party companies. Since then, Grindr released the Kindr initiative and rewrote its policies.

I’m not against dating apps. I think it was a wonderful tool back in the day to extend one’s horizon, explore and experiment with love, sex and adventures. It no longer works that way. I didn’t even talk about the spreading of drug using through profile description and the real danger of stimulants in someone’s sex life.

#deletegrindr should come back and this time, it has to work. Silicon Valley, go make an app from scratch. One that would implement actual kindness to the machine, not based on popularity. Think of what people need, not what they want. People are shitheads. I’m a shithead. What I want is never good for me.

And YOU. You, little queer boy reading this. Don’t go on Grindr before going to bed to check the hotties in your area. Forget about that 6'2 monster cock Swedish god that lives nearby and offered you a quick hump for the ride. Ask him for a drink, put down your phone, get to know him a little and then fuck his brains out. You’re still gonna fuck but you’ll find humanity where there was once none.

That’s my preaching for the night. I gave up long ago on apps. I delete them all and stay away for months. Then, I feel lonely and get back to one or two. I met this new guy that way (4).The nice thing about it was that we did not talk dick sizes, favorite positions or any sexual desires until way after we actually met (and we’re talking two full weeks of messages). I’m not on any dating apps now.

(1) https://tetu.com (2) https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/sep/29/wltm-colour-blind-dating-app-racial-discrimination-grindr-tinder-algorithm-racism (3) https://www.kindr.grindr.com (4) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Miller

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 193

Cammie

"So should I be mad about this?" I ask MiMi.

"What?" she says biting a piece of fruit. She grabs my phone. "Text messages?"

I stroll to the next picture. "It's a DM."

She looks at it closer. "Is it legit?"

"Who knows? He not gonna let me see his phone if he thinks I'm checking it because of a rumor."

"What?" She says. She shrugs. "You know I have every right to have trust issues. You don't."

"I actual do but whatever."

She wipes her hands off. "Do you want to start trouble?"

"I don't but these messages talking about where he gonna be."

"Okay, he motherfuckering Trey Songz. Somebody bond to know where he is. I mean it aint that hard if you know somebody."

I shrug. "Anyway. April and Rose want Caden and Lane."

She smiles. "That's cute."

"Yo." Chris says walking into the kitchen followed by Trey. "I'm out."

"You don't have to be in New York until tomorrow." I snap. "Why you suddenly leaving cause Amber gone?"

He kisses my cheek. "Love you too."

I scrunch up my face. "Yeah, whatever."

"Aye, what is this?" Trey says picking up my phone.

"What?" Chris says peeking over Trey's shoulder.

Oh no. Everything happening too fast. I'm trying to catch Chris so I can make him more willing to go to Chicago so Amber can surprise him. But at the same time Trey has my phone with the texts that I was sending a random person. I mean I know who's number it is but it's not saved in my phone. I'm not telling him it's K. Michelle. We not having that conversation on top of this conversation.

"What the fuck is this?" Trey says.

"Let me see that." Chris retorts.

"Don't you have a plane to catch." MiMi snaps.

Chris looks closely at the phone. "Clearly this shit fake."

"The fucking problem comes when your wife believing the fake shit." Trey says.

"Who said I was believing it?" I spat.

He does something on the phone. "Who is this chick? I hate finding stuff out like this. Trifling maybe? Should I keep reading?"

"I'm sure we all can read." MiMi says.

"Who fucking number is this? You didn't bother saving it but you replied."

I sigh. Well, I think I'm deciding not to answer him. Any of his questions. Like I wasn't even for real about what I was saying to Kim. It was a joke. But I don't feel like telling him that it's K. Michelle. Then he gonna go on about how she not my friend and shit like that. So I'm just gonna have an attitude so he shut up.

"Aye, Trey." Chris says snatching the phone from him and putting it down.

"Jayla, you not talking?"

I shrug one shoulder. "You talking about something?"

"Alright." He says walking away.

"See you." Chris says hitting MiMi on her ass. He bumps my back with his shoulder. "Keep your head up."

I roll my eyes looking over at MiMi. "Ain't this some shit? I wasn't even going to say nothing to him about it."

"Bae."

"It's not even fair that I get attitude about his fucking shit."

"We not doing this." MiMi says standing up. "You eating before we practice?"

I snatch my phone off of the counter. "Fuck no. I don't feel like shit. Let's just go."

"Did you pump?"

"Yeah." I say dry as hell.

She sighs. "I'm not liking this. I mean it's only a rumor right?"

"MiMi, how am I supposed to know or even ask?"

"Okay then. Moving on. So you think we did a good job ensuring that Chris goes to Chicago? I feel like we did a great job."

I look at her. "We didn't do nothing."

"I feel accomplished."

"Shut up."

"I mean... Whatever, Camille." She says putting her seat belt on. "How come we have to get a driver every time?"

I take out my phone. "I'm calling Buggiz."

"Why?"

"I need somebody that likes me that understands Trey. And keeps my secrets. That's the biggest thing." I wait for it to pick up. "He not answering."

The front window opens. "You calling me?"

I jump towards the front of the car. "Buggiz! Oh my gosh. I love you. Why are you here?"

"I planned for this. I took that 3 month contract... You don't remember?"

"I honestly don't. Listen to this Buggiz... So I texted Kim and she sent me all these DMs and private chats and different stuff with Trey and this other girl. The thing is she been in two of his most recent videos. I didn't even ask him about but he blew up because he saw the text from an unknown number."

"Cammie why you hiding K. Michelle's number from him?"

I sigh. "Cause I don't feel like hearing it."

"But you hearing it."

"Okay, my fault on that."

He nods. "So if you not tripping about this DM shit then why is it a problem?"

"I don't know."

"Believe me, Bae, he over it." Buggiz says. "How are the babies?"

I sit back folding my arms. "Rose and April want them to come to Virginia."

"That's nice."

"Bug, no. I don't want my baby leaving me."

He looks around. "How long is it?"

"One night." MiMi adds dramatically. "I say you let them."

"You sending Minnie to Chicago!"

She rolls her eyes. "My mother in law ain't nothing like April. Plus they live in the hood. I'd send my baby with April to Virginia."

"Anyway, Bug. I'm not talking about that either."

"It's your right." he chuckles.

MiMi giggles. "Buggiz April on her way here right now. Those babies leaving here tomorrow."

"Just because she coming?" I snap. "MiMi you annoying me seriously."

"So, Cammie!" she says putting her hand up to the side of her face. "Negative energy."

I roll my eyes. "So about the game last night."

MiMi takes out her phone. "Let's talk about these earrings I'm getting for my wedding."

"You having a wedding?"

"Bitch shut up." MiMi says giving me her phone. "$6,000 on my ears."

"That's ridiculous. Devin is not buying you those."

She hands me her phone. "Oh the way bitch. I'm new money."

I laugh. "Well shut my fat mouth. These are fucking beautiful. What is the theme?"

"I don't know." she shrugs. "Wedding planner. That ain't April."

"April had a wedding planner thank you."

"Like I said that ain't April."

I drop her phone in the seat. "Anywho..."

  Alex

"Does this make my ass look big?"

I look up from my computer. "Excuse me?"

He stand in front of the mirror. "How much we looking at? I need about 5 million a year."

"You don't play good enough to get 1 million in a 5 year contract."

"You got jokes."

I sigh. "No, I'm being real. Who did you know that got you this appointment? You are in no way eligible for any of my sponsorships."

"But you know who I am?" he says confidentially.

"Don't assume because I'm a female that I don't know basketball. I know D league players. I know College sophomores who have the potential to get draft in two years. I know that you have only played an average of 5 minutes per game since your final round draft pick 5 years ago. I don't have the time to entertain your ego. Now pick my autographed 5 million dollar football shoulder pads down before I have you arrested for touching shit."

He chuckles. "Only 5 million? I would've..."

"Let not." Jamaal says walking into the room. "Why do you have that shit on your little ass shoulders? Come on my man. You know your appointment is downstairs. It's start small and at less leave the building with something."

"Big J." he says once Jamaal takes the shoulder pads from him.

I roll my eyes as Deon chuckles. Motherfucker. I hate this sexist as male dominating environment at times. That's probably the reason that my father put Jamaals ass next to me. Fucking business partners my ass. I better always make more money than him.

"Bullshit like that make me hate this job."

"Hmm." I say rolling my eyes again.

Jamaal sits on my desk. "You bugging on me again?"

"No."

"Damn it happens daily now." He says standing up. He comes around the desk. "I got something  for it today."

"Your little dick?"

He kneels down in front of me. "Look at you thinking about sex. I swear you a fucking man. You sure your pussy real?"

I laugh. "Jamaal, what? So you okay with fucking a man?"

"Naw." he laughs. "Bitch, just accept my gift."

"You on your kneels in front of me. It better be some fucking bombass head and not a fucking ring."

He grabs my foot. "See what I'm saying? Your father should not have treated you as you were his son."

"You know in all your references of me bring a man you are the bitch in, right?"

"I would gladly accept the role of a manly man loving a wannabe man."

"But we are both men?"

He bites my leg. "Shut the hell up. I will take this back I swear to you."

I put my foot on his knee to see what it was that he put on my ankle. I gasp. Just beautiful. It was a gold bangle with a single diamond on it. Its glorious. Like perfect. I hold my foot up in the air. I feel like Jamaal has been writing down shit about me for the past year or however long he has been here just for these fucking moments. Like I go back and forth with myself all the damn time wondering if I should be in this relationship with him. Every time I think it he does something that confirms that I should.

"Jamaal." I say as he slides his hand up my inner thigh.

"You welcome." he says kissing my thigh then standig up.

I put my foot up on the desk. "This is perfect with these shoes."

"Act like a lady." he says taking my foot down. "Gossip for today?"

"You still into that?"

"What else would I do if I didn't stay up to date on my shit? Lakers looking for a sponsor. Cammie's best friend is having a wedding are you invited?"

I roll my eyes. "Are you serious? You so petty?"

"Disney is having an annual and guest who isn't invited?"

"Who?"

"Oh no I'm invited. You aren't."

I giggle trying not to laugh at his stupidity. "Jamaal, who cares about Disney? When is this wedding that I'm not invited to?"

He struggles. "I don't know, darling."

"Your gossip sucks. It's half ass shit."

"Rumor has it Trey Songz has a baby on the way."

I sit up. "Like strong rumor or petty shit rumor?"

"Petty shit of course. Falicia. Ring a bell?"

"No."

"She is Cammie's assistant. Also former assistant to..."

"Jada Pinkett."

He roars with laughter. "I need to stop with my gossip don't I?"

"You do, Jamaal. You sound like a school girl."

"Rumor has it Jeffery is looking for an agent."

"Ha." I say waving my stick note. "Done."

"When did you do that?"

I stick it back on my agenda. "While you were getting that useless gossip. So Cammie's assistant is freely giving away information?"

"No. Trey himself."

"You bonding with Trey?"

"Businessing with Trey."

"Jamaal."

He laughs walking towards the door. "I'm done with you."

I stand up from my desk. "So what do you think of me? You always coming in with expensive as gifts and shit."

"What do I think of you? Sounds a bit... Hmm. Insecure."

"Stop."

He walks back towards me. "The gifts are just a stroke of my ego. Got to make sure my gifts are more meaningful than papas. You pout he throws out the red carpet. You squeeze he runs with golden tissues. I'm in sports because I'm a natural competitor who choices not to compete in sports but micromanage those that do."

"Are we talking about me or you? I'm not impressed."

"Kudos." he says then laughs kissing my lips.

I don't know. He walks away again. I hit him in his back. He spins around with a mad look on his face. Oh big deal. I don't believe I really knew Jamaal. He took the time to know me but I never cared enough to pay attention to the way he acts or the things he said. Kinda confusing. He bows with his hand held out to me. I roll my eyes then sit down.

"Get lost."

"How come you aren't wearing underwear? Laundry day?"

I chuckle. "My balls get hot."

"Yeah?" he says kneeling down on one knee.

"Listen... What's your middle name again?"

"I'm not telling you." he snaps. "I never told you."

"I write your checks..."

He runs his hands up my thigh. "Correction. You used to write my checks."

I turn the chair away from him a bit. "Whatever."

"I'll tell you if you get nasty."

"What the hell?" I laugh.

He starts to say something but then Jewels walks into the room. That's my sister from another pussy. I smile at her then start laughing at her face. She was staring at Jamaal, who didn't bother acting like he was doing anything other than what he was.

"Oh hell no. That's tacky as shit. The two of you are rich enough to fucking take off work and get a hotel."

"Jews." Jamaal says grabbing my thigh and turning me to him.

Jewels sits in front of the desk. "Fucker."

"Rathrr fuck than get fucked."

"Okay." I say pushing him to the floor. "Hey, Bae. The news is?"

"So you know... Wait first thing first. No, I'm not pregnant. Thank the Lordt. So you know Cammie's little sister?"

I nod. "Of course."

"She all on SnapChat talking about how her and my cousin getting married and shit. I'm like what the entire fuck? Kain is a fucking stupid ass. This nigga calls me talking about how she fucking his homeboy and shit now he back with the bitch. I swear bitches ain't shit. They in Atlanta. I should run through that bitch. Like I'm pissed the fuck off."

"Are you?" Jamaal asks her.

I fan him away. "Girl you can't be in his relationship like that. He will always choose his first. Why they in Atlanta?"

"I need for you to talk to your cousin."

"Technically speaking Mommy not my cousin. That bridge burned when my uncle passed. God rest his soul."

She rolls her eyes. "So technically I can whip her ass?"

"Technically no."

"Dinner tonight?" Jamaal asks leaning over in my face with his hands on my thigh.

I look at him. "Depends."

"On?" he says then gets really close to me.

"Yes, Jamaal. Go to your office. Get out of mine."

He stands up. "Only because you have Jews in your office."

"Jewels." She retorts emphasizing the 'els'.

"I say 6 o'clock."

"That's too early for dinner, Jamaal." I spat.

He turns around and grabs his dick. "It ain't about eating."

I shake my head. "Go."

"To my office." he says turning back around.

"He too fucking happy. He needs to go back to being untight and... Gay."

I laugh. "He still gay."

"The fine ones always are."

"What happen with your girlfriend again?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be funny. You know it would have never lasted. Dick be calling my name. I went to the gym and I almost came out that bitch pregnant again."

I laugh. "Please stop."

"For real though. I like you and him. Cute power couple."

"Enough talking. Look at today's gift." I say putting my foot up.

She takes out her phone acting uninterested. "Anyway."

[merrywetherweather]

i would like to make a complete list of all the things that are wrong with my workplace (i’ve worked at bed bath and beyond for about 3 years now), because im mentally prepping myself to quit. i’ve made a resume and i’ve applied to other places and honestly i cannot believe all the bullshit ive had to put up with so far so here goes:

- does not offer time and a half pay on holidays

- does not have paid breaks

- during my first yearly raise they only added $.20

- a 20% employee discount that customers get anyway for either having their coupons or pressing hard enough

- when i was promoted to the front end supervisor position, i only made a dollar more than the cashiers but i now have what my manager describes as “the hardest job in the building” not including his and also describes it as “being set on fire and everyone else is holding water but no one will put me out as i run around and make sure everyone is happy”

- does not hire people to clean the bathrooms and floors regularly

- makes the closing cashiers do it every night instead

- most of the cashiers are women and only the cashiers that close are women so only women have been cleaning the bathrooms

- this is problematic because the dudes will go in and piss right before the women cashiers have to clean and they wont flush like some weird exertion of dominance thing

- the boys club that formed on hard side where they would prey on any new girls that were hired and talked themselves up claiming they could get with them, SOMETIMES WITH DISGUSTINGLY LARGE AGE GAPS

- they also had a rating system in code for when customers walked in where rutabaga meant hot girl and potato meant ugly girl and i still have no fucking clue what artichoke means

- rape jokes made by one of the managers that i tried to ignore or just subtly disapprove of because i have anxiety and i cant directly call out my manager on that shit

- the same manager confessing to me one night after close and making things uncomfortable until i finally decided to quit *this is the final straw

- does not manage its resources well and occasionally runs out of bags and necessities for cleaning the bathrooms LIKE GLOVES

- does not manage people well. breaks are a mess and people that are scheduled to cover other people’s breaks are scheduled for break at the same time

- does not hire/schedule enough cashiers and still expects their front end supervisors to keep the lines down with very few people available to call up to ring

- does not register train everybody (which they are supposed to do before they put them out on the floor)

- back up for ringing is a gamble because they wont come up and sometimes refuse to even tell you if it’s because they’re busy with a customer EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE A WALKIE

- employee A who comes up to the front and tells me how to run everything and when im tasked to do something immediately listens in and jumps in to do that task before i even get a chance to just so she can complain that she does everything and everybody else isnt doing anything

- employee B who is not my boss sometimes comments on my attire when i wear a skirt even though i wear them with leggings (which is perfectly in line with the dress code) and i am much more professionally dressed  than her

- male employee C who asked me to damage out an item for him. i asked if he knew how to damage items (because everybody is supposed to and i would be glad to teach him) and he said he did so i asked why he couldnt do it and he said he was busy straightening up soft side. so i told him i was busy counting the tills, which i am not allowed to leave alone

- floor employees who are called for back up and then leave returns at their registers for my regular cashiers to clean up and cashiers that leave their file folders a fucking mess when i’ve gotta organize it at the end of the night

- coworkers who are not my boss that try to boss me around

- getting told to do things while im already in the act of doing those things

- it is so dusty that i appoint myself as the head dust buster so everybody isnt suffocating and dealing with allergies behind the registers

- the worst customers on the face of the earth, and im not even exaggerating, with the most memorable being: smelly workout lady who i know can afford to shower because she’s always buying fancy exercise equipment, blonde woman with a tall son who always returns shit, coupon man who tries to use expired manufacturer coupons, BARBARA, coupon finaglers, person who came in with a shitty attitude and refuses to be helped, that one lady who had dementia and her friend just let her lock herself in the bathroom stall so i had to slip under and free her from her smelly prison, thieves who try and return shit they pulled off of the floor and think im stupid enough to return it no questions asked (to be fair, i do have some cashiers that would...), the thousands of customers that ask if im in line when im directing traffic, the silly string war customers who never paid for or cleaned up the product they tested out in seasonal, the one lady who returned a pot with a broken glass lid and her chicken dinner was still inside when she brought it in, the people who bring their dogs inside regardless of size (i can see a purse dog but an untrained lab that is lunging at other customers is unbelievable), the people who knock shit off the shelves and walk away, the people who eat shit and leave half eaten merchandise with rappers everywhere, people who get angry at me for exclusions with coupons, people that get angry because i cant use more than one coupon on one item, people who make the “i guess that means its free” joke, the sexist asses that have read my nametag “sam” and have said “dont you like your full name?”, “your parents must have wanted a boy.” and “is that your real name?” knowing full well it is not, customers that have asked me out, people who have probed for my ethnicity, people who’ve gotten mad when we dont carry something in store, the one lady who was contemplating getting a divorce at my register because i offered her our add on and she wistfully sighed and said she used to make a lot of frivolous purchases when she was single but now life isnt fun anymore since she was pressured into marriage cause all her friends were getting married too (WTF @ STRAIGHT PEOPLE???), people who have wished me luck on becoming a teacher just because i said i was majoring in english, and of course, that one grouchy lady who when i was offering cookies because it was the holidays and i had all my available cashiers up ringing told me i was unhelpful and what would be more helpful is if i would open up more lines.

the only highlights from my job were meeting a handful of good people like @aviolentvioletmermaid and the snacks mike from world market would slip me now and again

fuck you bed bath and beyond (also, in case you ever wanted a tumblr, i am in possession of @bedbathandbeyondofficial and i will never let it go. you honestly could not pay me enough and most ironic of all you never have)

[xottzot]

2018-06(JUN)-26th--Tuesday--morn--INNOCENT POOR MAX IS GOING TO DIE AND FLISS DOESN’T CARE?--Poor Max is now REFUSING to eat any food.

2018-06(JUN)-26th--Tuesday--morn--INNOCENT POOR MAX IS GOING TO DIE AND FLISS DOESNT CARE?--Poor Max is now REFUSING to eat any food.

INNOCENT POOR MAX IS GOING TO DIE--Poor Max is now TOTALLY REFUSING to eat any food. All he does is constantly drink water and loses cntrol of his bladder and lets it all go inside this house AND also does it all outside too.

Poor Sam is distressed a great deal and is followed around outside by dear Max all the time, but teh VERY first thing that Max does it takes a few steps oputside and wets the ground. Early this morning is what 7 steps, now it is 3 steps he takes before wetting the ground.

And EVERYTIME poor Max goes outside he goes to the gate and looks desperately for dear Fliss. And only then sometimes does he then AGAIN wet the ground by the gate.

Poor Sam is whimpering a LOT and VERY LOUDLY behind me as I type this. He is laying next to dear Max on the other side of this tiny house.

This morning BEFORE I WOKE UP, imbecile was up and getting ready to go to his work before dawn or on the cusp of it, but he did NOT let sam or Max outside...he NEVER DOES.

And so poor Max wet inside the house. And imbecile mearly laid some newspapers on it and just left it all there whilst he continued making his food in the kitchen. It was all THAT which woke me up, woke me up after I had just an hour or so earlier had cleaned up just outside his closed bedroom door from ANOTHER previous incident where poor Max lost control and wet the floor outside his closed bedroom door because Max had heard him awake and wanted to go outside, but of course imbecile NEVER lets them outside.

I was asleep absolutely, totally exhausted, but Max wetting the floor instantly awoke me and so I rushed up out of bed and took poor Sam outside.

I tried to also take Max outside with us but poor Max was utterly TERRIFIED and refused to move as he was laying next to dear Fliss's chair.

LOUDLY there is a LOUD alarm now going off as I type this....it's most probably the old guys home alarm system going off...AGAIN....it goes off EVERY MORNING. And he refuses to turn it off...until it resets itself to turn off after blaring its ALARM sound for AGES...... - This happens ALL THE TIME, it is NOT a one-off event, and it has been happening for YEARS AND YEARS.....

Tell me I am not in hell.......

Tell poor Sam and poor Max they are not in hell.....

It IS hell........

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And now the nearby school siren has sounded to announce the start of school day........but so many children of criminals of this area NEVER EVER GO TO THE SCHOOL........

Perhaps they were too drunk from all the hard booze liquor the aboriginals carried into fatguts aboriginal criminal household last night just before dark...........

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The sole lonely chicken all on it's own has been eating a lot of food and drinking water from the suspended water bowl for it.

The chicken is eating MORE than dear Max.

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Aboriginals all dressed up in puffy pink and white clothing (though it is NOT cold, merely a cool temperature), have just gone very noisly past, walking along ON THE ROAD and cackling and carrying on with each other. It includes school-aged children who never go to the school despite it being just down and across the road from them......

They are the next generations of criminals and are totally allowed to never, ever, go to school and are exempt from it, and even when and IF they do, they are taught seperately in 'special' classes, or even entirely special schools....so much for any integration with normality in this criminals century.....

And then they ALSO protest about being 'excluded' from schools and decent education and THAT is why they have to riot and roam and be criminals.......

THAT excuse has been going on for MANY MANY YEARS AND YEARS.........

And when and if their 'darling children' (laughable portrayed by them as 'innocent'), DO attend normal schools with normal children, they make sure they don't stay long........in the case of males (but ALSO females) they are VERY violent towards other children........so much so that they get expelled (which is what they want), and then they use THAT EXPULSION as excuse as to why they are being 'victimised'.......FFS.......

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I mentioned before about the local 'corner shop' being broken into....its front door is STILL smashed, and it was so violentally FORCED OPEN I saw this morning that you could see daylight through the criminally forced-open aperture around the metal door lock mechanism that had been done with a metal tool/weapon.....

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Shortly afterwards this morning AGAIN....that ALARM of the old guy HAS GONE OFF AGAIN...but this time it only lasted about 5 seconds.....

I expect the aboriginals will be wandering the streets soon again, just as they do all day and everyday and all night......

Or they are as usual wandering the streets going form one criminal aboriginal household to another criminal aboriginal household......

They will reappear on the streets later AGAIN...later in the morning or the day...and this goes on all day and into the night.......

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When the local alcohol booze shop opens they will be flocking to it like bees around honey.......

Or they just get others in vehicles or on motrobikes to go to Midland and surrounding places to bring in booze and hard liquor...or steal it......

But for the most part they don't have to risk stealing because they defraud so much money out of the Australian systems to get free money in that way........but they also need that money to again be buying cars and high-powered vehicles since the Police have taken so many of the streets the past few months, not that THAT stops them anyway becue they use false numberplates and ANYTHING to bullshit and lie their way through and scam any and all systems and law......

Which they always assume are just laws that stupid law abiding people stupidly obey but THEY (the criminals) are totally exempt from........

Welcome to Western Australia..........

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ALL THE ABOVE GOES ON AT HIS HELLHOLE ALL THE TIME.....

Only the noisy council rubbish truck is not everyday and is only on Tuesdays, and also on the days when it collects and empties the yellow lid recycle bins, there are TWO trucks, and quite often I suspect just the one truck driver that returns to do the recycle bin pickups......

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And now the damned loud noisy aircraft from Perth Airport are loudly flying over this house and hellhole......

Not only do they fly over this place VERY closeby on flightpaths on take-offs AND LANDINGS, they fly RIGHT OVER IT DIRECTLY and that includes massive aircraft......

Strange isn't it how just the other day in the NEWS they were saying how hard it is for them and how they were relying upon other aircaft companies to 'help each other out'......

The absolute bullshit that abounds in NEWS is incredible.........

When NEWS is 'slow', they just fill it with bullshit opinion-pieces acting as NEWS, so much so that the NEWS looks like pathetic womens magazines......

And if you want to know what I mean by THAT, then switch it about and have entiterely male-dominated NEWS with shitty stories about cars and overtly macho men garbage........made-up NEWS, garbage NEWS, ads passing themselves off as NEWS......as long as the NEWS companies keep getting paid and have control the NEWS doesn't care no matter how much they proudly boast they DO care.....and then they re-start running stories about womens makeup and fashion...or 'serious' garbage female stories.....butit all lasts only as long as it takes to get the heat off of teh NEWS then its back to the bullshit again and the male bullshit...and the politiial bullshit...and the big business bullshit...and the controlling interests bullshit.....

We haven't had a 'starving children' story theme going on for awhile.........should be time for that huh?

Nuclear war inevitable story again huh?

Extraterrestrial aliens from space story again huh?

Aliens walk amongst us? - Oh, but we already have THAT in one form or another with so many of humanity now hosting other nations dispossessed or cast-out peoples......just trying to exist and live and NOT be the focus of so much bullshit.....and NEWS media bullshit......and political bullshit........

Strange how there's been no time-travelling stories though.....we're well overdue for those again......

And strange how there's no time travelling politicians that come from the future to tell us just how good it all is in the future because of politicians.......so we'd better VOTE NOW and effect change for the better.....

Nope.....it's just NEWS stories about Mr elpresidente Trump in the USA, and just to reinforce that, lets how him on a TV show with the compere playing with Mr elpresidente's wig on his head.....FFS.......

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Should be time to have in the NEWS again, to have revelations about spies-amongst-us crap, hostile countries agents infiltrating and stealing any and any everything one way of another, especially informations......food informations, weapons informations, technology informations, clone informations (oops too soon for that), space informations.....

We havent yet had stolen creature clones information, at least not overtly, but stolen argicultual clones of plants.....

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STOP PRESS:----- poor Max has AGAIN wet himself INSIDE THE HOUSE A LOT...... - Ths time he VERY silently pushed open the laundry door and made it as far as the back door before he just wet himself all over by the closed back door in the laundry.....

HOW MANY TIMES HAS POOR MAX WET HIMSELF INSIDE THIS HOUSE JUST TODAY.......3 AT LEAST MAYBE MORE I'VE LOST OCUNT NOW AND ITS NOT EVEN 10AM......

Poor Sam is extremely worried and very distresed.

Poor Max has again gone and layed down next to dear Fliss empty chair in the living room.

Poor Max was GROWLING as he wet the floor but he was not vicious or anything. I could NOT let him outside because to do that would mean I would have to force my way past him to open the back doors and that would only make things worse......

And I certainly don't want him to think that he is getting 'rewarded' in any way for wetting the floor. But he DID try by trying to make his way outside or at least in that direction...... - I NEVER EVER HAVE THE BACK DOOR OPEN AND NEVER EVER HAVE ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE CRIMINALS ABOUT NOWADAYS........

I'm feeling VERY COLD.

Poor Max is lying on his dog mat next to Fliss's chair by the heater and poor Sam is laying with him

I've cleaned it all up.....how MANY times have I done that now just today? And it's not even midday noon yet.......

Maybe this morning will come the postman on the footpaths on his motorbike and THAT will trigger the aborigials to roam all about........

But before then there is scheduled as usual a plethora of them roaming the streets......OOOPS! I started writing THAT too soon because JUST AT THAT VERY MOMENT as I was writing that there was loud shouting going on outside as aboriginals coming out of fatguts criminal household were yelling LOUDLY at each other and LOULDY swearing before two males came out and headed towards the shops area.....

It's about a little after 10am...the alcohol store is open now......they will be heading there too......

It's a good thing poor Max and Sam weren't outside to get upset at hearing all that crap going on and seeing the criminals wandering all about.....

And now more jet planes loudly fly overhead.......how damned timely........

TELL ME I AM NOT IN HELL.......but you will be LYING........

TELL POOR SAM AND POOR MAX THEY ARE NOT IN HELL.......but you will be LYING........

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And now the old guys VERY LOUD ALARM HAS GONE OFF AGAIN!!!!

He is also likely to activate it manually......

Or has one of the criminal aboriginals jumped over a fence and broken into his place again?

How strangely 'coincidental'.......

NOTHING IS NORMAL IN THIS DAMNED HELLHOLE. NOTHING CAN BE NORMAL. NOTHING CAN BE ASSUMED TO BE NORMAL. NO REST IS EVER ALLOWED IN THIS HELLHOLE.

The alarm has bow been going on for 5 minutes but I'm sending this blog entry up. I have things to do, I have poor Sam and poor Max to kindly attend and try to get them warm and kep them warm and safe.

But suddenly the VERY LOUD alarm has gone off......

Outside on the street corner, one of the previous two aboriginals is slowly walking back along the footpath, he meets up with two others from fatguts criminal aboriginal place and hands over a pcaket of cigarettes to oenof them. The younger youth had just previoulsy been with eager hands held out, asking/demanding money from the other and was being given paper notes, $20 was one and more. Then the old aboriginal man met them and they stopped befere he joined them. - And the LOUD alarm stopped. - And the trio slowly walked down and entered fatguts aboriginal criminal household.

Where the OTHER aboriginal went to is unknown........10:30am must be time for it's 'breakfast' to be manually made up for it at the corner shop made up of fried food and grease, the more unhealthy the better.....it will wander back to fatguts place soon enough and will be very slow doing so because it will eat everything up so it doesn't have to share with clamouring demanding others.......

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Try telling me this isn't damned hell....

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I love you dear Fliss and dearly wish to be with you....poor Sam and poor Max very deeply wish to be with you and all us to be together as we once were. Poor Sam and poro Max lost their birth mother. You and I brought them up. Please please please do not abandon us. And please do not abandon us to this damned hell. - I hope you are well dear Fliss and NOT trying to hide your medical afflictions from medical people.

BUT NOBODY HELPS US GET TOGETHER AGAIN.

Try telling me this isn't damned hell....

Try telling poor Sam and poor Max this isn't damned hell....