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THE MAGIC NAILS

By Evie Hyde and Amiee Bee

Chapter 1: Nailing Jessica

Jessica couldn’t believe she had agreed to this; she had so many better things to be doing with her time than going to the nail salon with her vapid bitch of a step mom. For instance, she had soccer practice tonight with the team, but now she was having to miss it for this girly crap.  At least it wasn’t her kickboxing class that she was missing - she really enjoyed that... but she had promised her Dad that she would try to get along with her vain Step Mom for once and he had been insistent that she go and appease her step mom Annabelle with the “girly day” that she seemed so set on.

Jessica hated Annabelle.  Her real Mom had died when she was just a little girl and as a result she had got much closer to her Dad and rather protective of him. Growing up, it had pretty much just been the two of them and Jessica had ended up quite a tomboy as a result.  She had short hair, loved to play rough and after hanging out with her Dad and his buddies as a little girl, could do everything from rewiring a car engine to playing poker . But Jessica could see the loneliness her father faced, and so ironically, it had been her that had encouraged Bill to get out and start dating again.  She had even set up the dating profile online for him.

When her Dad met Annabelle, Jessica had been excited at first.  Her soon to be step mom had seemed nice and was incredibly stylish with the best makeup the young girl had ever seen.  Annabelle had a trim sexy body that she kept in good shape through yoga and running.  She also had an incredible figure for a woman her age with Jessica’s dad describing her as having ‘large firm breasts’ and ‘a squeezable ass’ much to Jessica’s embarrassment.  Although this ex-cheerleading, fashion obsessed beauty seemed a bit ultra feminine for her average looking (but wealthy) Dad, Jessica had just been happy he had managed to find such a beautiful woman.  At the time she hadn’t expected the relationship to last more than a few weeks… how wrong she turned out to be.

Annabelle had made a real effort to impress Jessica to begin with, but after a few months (and once she had Bill wrapped round her little finger) - she finally showed her true colours.  Through sexual control, seduction and manipulation she made Bill completely dependent and obsessed with her. Her shallow and bitchy personality began to show as she stopped wasting time being nice to Jessica and instead began to treat her with contempt and amusement. Annabelle quit her job on the fashion counter at the local department store and instead became a full time house-bitch. She soon had a Tiffany diamond engagement ring on her finger and was happy to spend Bill’s money on expensive dresses, luxury handbags and designer shoes.  

As she became prettier and more glamorous, her power seemed to grow.  Bill was enraptured with his beautiful wife as she draped her body in diamonds, pearls and sexy lingerie.  She began to sport even sluttier longer manicures, expensive pedicures and her once demure clothing changed to reveal the swell of her large firm breasts at all times. Annabelle renovated the house to turn it into a palace to feminine luxury and power, where she was the queen and Bill was just her play-thing. Eventually they married and her power reached its height. 

Finally, with all things nearly in their place, her attention had turned to Jessica.  Jessica was the one remaining thorn in Annabelle’s side.  She had a beautiful house, a perfectly obedient husband - but instead of the popular, cheerleading, sexy daughter that a bitch like her might like… her step daughter Jessica was nauseatingly unmaterialistic and tomboyish.  Annabelle tried to shape Jessica into being more girly, she even tried to buy her nice clothes and makeup and manipulate her into being more popular at school… but none of it worked and they just ended up arguing.  Eventually she had nagged Jessica to give her the chance to have some ‘girl time’ with her and after putting pressure on Bill - she had finally gotten her way...

The drive to the salon was awkward to say the least, Jessica clearly did not want to be doing this and sat in silence with a sour look on her face. By contrast Annabelle had an almost predatory look in her eyes as she examined her young step-daughter from time to time.  The hot bitch was so disappointed in Jessica.  Her step daughter was so frumpy and unfeminine.  At her age she should be manipulating boys and enjoying herself.  All she needed was a little… push.  A little help to realise her full potential.  Annabele  had always wanted a daughter she could shape and mould - one who could understand the pleasures of femininity and be her protegee.  She grinned - the poor girl had no idea what was in store for her today.

Wanting to break the awkward silence Annabelle tried to chat to Jessica and put her at ease. ”So I’m so glad you let me start with your nails, they really will make you feel more girly.  I was chatting to my stylist the other day. You remember Amiee, don’t you? Anyway, she showed me this gorgeous design that would be just wonderful for you. So hot! They would definitely make you the most popular girl on campus.  Don’t you want to be popular?” 

“Not really.  All those popular girls are such bitches.  To be honest, at our school there really aren’t that many girls like that.  The main bitchy girl left and there’s been a lot less bullying since then.  Without a leader, the popular girls kinda went quiet.”

“So - there’s a power vacuum.  A hot girl could easily come in and take control, make things run the way she wanted.  Wouldn’t you like that… to make everyone do what you wanted?  To have any boy you wanted and be popular and powerful?”

“No… absolutely not.  I’m perfectly happy having my friends Chloe and Nicola and just being nice to people.”

“Of course, I understand.  It’s hard for you to imagine, but I’m sure given the right opportunity you would realise just how good it feels to be the alpha bitch.  In the meantime are you ready to get your nails done honey?  We’re here!”

Sure, yeah whatever” Jessica replied, groaning inside.  For her it was just a matter of getting through the next few hours without losing her mind!

Annabelle parked the car and they approached the salon.  Jessica rolled her eyes.  It was a super expensive place by the looks of it - all white and stylish.  Beautiful women sat chatting, surrounded by tasteful pictures and expensive flowers.  The staff were all perfectly made up like Stepford wives with their pretty hair tightly bound up and dressed in white uniforms.  For Jessica it was her idea of Hell.

Walking inside with her step-mother, Jessica felt awkward.  This was not her usual sort of place, she didn’t belong here.  She felt comfortable on a soccer pitch, not in such a strange feminine environment. “Welcome ladies,” smiled a petite and perfectly made up young woman with a friendly face approaching them.  She had sexy green eyes and rich brunette hair, that if unbound might fall to her lower shoulders. She exuded cuteness and friendliness.  She looked like the kind of girl you would happily sit with for hours and chat and gossip.  A name badge on her uniform said she was called Amiee and Jessica realised this was Annabelle’s stylist that she was always raving about.

“You must be Jessica,” purred Amiee.  “Annabelle has told me all about you.  My my, such a pretty girl… or you could be with a little help of course, *giggle*.” Normally Jessica would be offended by such a comment, but there was something so reassuring and calming about Amiee’s manner.  It made you want to trust her, to do whatever she said.  She seemed like such a nice girl.

“Annabelle has asked us to give you a very special manicure.  I think you’ll enjoy it.  Your step mother has been a customer here for a very long time and we helped to change her life,  just like we can change yours.  Come with me to our special booth in the back, it’s where all of our best customers get their nails done.  You’ll feel like a new girl when you come out.”

Annabelle smiled and propelled her step daughter after Amiee towards a small booth at the back of the salon.  Sitting at the nail bar, opposite Amiee, Jessica would have felt panicky if Amiee hadn't been so reassuring.  She had never done anything like this before.  Before long the girl was sat compliantly with her hands extended, ready for the expert manicurist to go to work.  “Just relax Jessica, you’re going to really enjoy this,” soothed Amiee.  Sitting nearby, Annabelle smirked as she watched the stylist begin her work on her tomboy daughter.  She couldn’t wait to see this.

Jessica winced as Amiee got to work filing down and removing all of the dirt from her nails with a ruthless efficiency that she had not expected from the previously bubbly woman. It was painful at first, Amiee digging into all of the hard to reach areas and digging out all of the dirt and grime that had built up from all of Jessica’s various tomboyish pastimes, but once it was done it actually felt quite nice having clean well trimmed nails for once, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

She was soon snapped out if it though when Amiee brought out a tray of long acrylic nails, one look at them and Jessica recoiled her hands and started shaking her head furiously. “Nuh uh! No way are you putting a set of those… those... claws on me!” She growled, looking at the tray of nails. They looked like the kind of slutty evil bitch nails that an instagram star or a vain celebrity might wear - the kind who only care about looking good and grabbing a rich boyfriend. They were sharp and wanton, thick and glossy.  They wouldn’t suit her at all - maybe some popular high school bitch, but not a tomboy like her.  She could see why Annabelle liked them though and come to think of it, they looked kind of like a pair her Step Mom wore.

“Relax honey...” Amiee soothingly purred, resting a hand on her shoulder and sending a wave of calmness  through her body. “We always start with them this long and then clip and file them down to a shape and size that suits you. Don’t worry you are in safe hands with me.” What she was saying didn’t sound right, but Amiee looked so trustworthy that Jessica was still somewhat unsure.  Instinctively she found herself trusting Amiee and finally relenting she extended her hand for the stylist to continue her work. Wouldn’t it be nice to do something girly for a change?  whispered an interior voice - quiet yet growing in strength.

Amiee was patient and took her time, softly massaging Jessica’s hands to make sure she was as relaxed as possible.  It felt so good and it was almost hypnotic, Jessica felt her breathing slow down and her heart slow.  She felt calm, relaxed and... receptive.  Her mind wandered and she found herself lost in her own imagination. After a while Jessica zoned completely out, lost in her thoughts and Amiee eagerly got back to work. 

Watching Amiee begin to apply the first nail Jessica thought to herself that if this was all it took to get Annabelle off her back then it might not be so bad. After all she couldn’t remember the last time her nails had actually been clean and feminine like this. The sexy nail looked out of place right now, but she could see that when the set was complete it would make her look great.  That’s right - soon you’ll have a whole set of these… your hand is gonna look really hot, you’ll probably have the sexiest nails in school.  See, this isn’t so bad is it?  Jessica felt a strange tingle running down her hands into her body.  Strangely she felt slightly aroused, like her coochie was getting wet for no reason.  It felt really nice and she squirmed slightly, wanting to giggle at the nice things Amiee was doing to her hands and the way it was making her feel. See - doesn’t this beat kickboxing and stupid soccer? Mmmmmh so nice huh?

As if in a dream Jessica watched Amiee move on to the next nail.  As it slid into place, Jessica felt a strange revulsion at the thought of how short, chewed and grubby her nails had been before and a bitchy smile twisted the corner of her mouth. Soon you’ll look like a princess.  Won’t that be nice? Jessica’s posture changed as she sat up straighter and pushed her chest out slightly.  Her arms and hands took on a more feminine body language as she held her hand out in a much more natural way - as if she were used to be manicured and liked it.  Looking down with admiration. Jessica realised she liked that her nails felt clean and presentable for once, it actually felt nice. She flicked her short hair back and smirked happily. See babe - don’t you feel better already? Don’t you want more….? Mmmmh of course you do... 

Annabelle couldn’t hide the wicked grin from her face as she watched Amiee work her magic on her step daughter. She knew the magic nails were powerful, but she had never watched the process herself and even forewarned it was incredible to watch as Jessica’s short unkempt hair began to tidy itself up and grow. She could see the horrible split ends heal and strengthen as Jessica’s hair lengthened and took on a beautiful blonde colour.  It took on a bitchy shine as it brightened and filled with volume, falling around her head like a golden halo and making her look twice as attractive as she had moments ago.  Her eyebrows lightened to match, plucking themselves and neatening into a perfect pair of arched brows.  The girl didn’t seem to notice or care, her lips were parted slightly and her pupils were dilated.  She was obviously experiencing pleasure at her corruption and that satisfied Annabelle even more.  To know that her weak pathetic step daughter would soon be like her was the most amazing feeling of triumph.

Jessica looked over and saw Annabelle beaming at her, she was obviously loving every minute of this. To her surprise she smiled back and felt proud of the fact Annabelle was pleased for her.  She couldn’t help but notice how happy Annabelle was that they were finally connecting.  See Annabelle isn’t so bad is she?  She’s trying to be a Mom to you… maybe you should think of her as your Mom and be friends?  It would be nice to have another woman to talk to, go shopping with.  This could become a regular thing.  

Jessica tried to remember what it was that annoyed her so much about Annabelle, but she was struggling.  After all Annabelle was just encouraging her to be pretty and popular all the time, was that even such a bad thing? Having a few more friends would be nice and maybe if she looked a bit nicer boys would actually look at her? That would be nice - at the moment boys either ignored her or just treated her like one of the guys. You are definitely not a guy.  You are a gorgeous girl and you have needs… getting a boyfriend is the first step to meeting those needs.  Mmmmh, you deserve a stud to worship that pretty pussy and make you feel good - oh and of course run errands for you and do all the things you want him to...

The heat in her loins intensified as her thoughts turned horny and Jessica found herself becoming jealous of her friend Chloe, who actually had a boyfriend. Although Chloe’s boyfriend Jason wasn’t anything special to look at, he always seemed to look at his girlfriend like she was the only person in the world that mattered. That must feel good, to be admired, worshipped and adored thought Jessica.  Yes… don’t you want to feel that way?  Don’t you want ALL the boys to worship you?

Letting herself daydream Jessica started to imagine what it would actually be like to be popular to have a flock of admirers hanging on her every word, desperately hoping that she would notice them. All that with a strong, handsome guy by her side, willing to do anything to make her happy.  Yes… to be a spoiled, bratty, princess who gets everything she wants.  To wear the head cheerleading outfit and be the prom queen… to dress up in a tight black dress and have every guy want you… it’s your destiny...

“Okay hun, pass me your other hand please, this one is all finished.” Amiee suddenly chirped, breaking Jessica from her erotic daydream and the insidious voice in her head - her own voice. “You zoned out on me for a second there sweetie, everything okay?” she asked with a slight giggle.

Jessica offered up her other hand, but couldn't help marvel at the completed set of beautiful inch long nails that she now sported. Her hand looked like a super-models and the thought of raking her nails down some studs back or wrapping them round a big throbbing cock made her pussy even wetter as she breathed heavily and an involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. You look like a bitch… doesn’t it feel good to be a bitch?

Amiee grinned - it was like she knew exactly what was on the girls mind as she innocently asked her what she was thinking about.

“Ohhhh, I was just imagining what it would be like to be popular,” sighed Jessica, as she elegantly brushed a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear, still sounding somewhat dazed.  Her voice didn’t seem right… she coughed to clear her throat and it rose in pitch, becoming sing-song and silken.  Now she sounded like a honeyed seductress with a cute little whine and catch in her voice that made her sound like a hot girly brat.

“I mean… I… like… ummmm… hey like have I always like talked like this?”  she stuttered her inflections and speech patterns changing to imitate those of a cheerleader - a moment of temporary alarm seeming to go off in her head.

“Of course you have.  Relax and don't worry babe, once I am done with you, you won't have to imagine how it feels to be popular,” Aimee replied with a wry smile. “You're definitely going to be the most popular girl in school when you go back.  I guarantee no one will even remember the old you - at least not for long.   It won’t take a smart and beautiful girl like you, long to establish yourself as popular, will it?”  Who would want to remember that loser you were anyway… wouldn’t you rather go back as the most popular girl in the school?  The thought made Jessica even wetter...

Watching from the corner, Annabelle was getting pretty horny herself.  Her tomboy daughter was half-way transformed now and it was so delicious to watch.  The mental changes were clearly accelerating, but so too were the physical.  All the spots and blemishes, scars and bruises that Jessica possessed were fading to be replaced by perfectly smooth skin.  Her tiny a-cup breasts, long a source of joy to her as they were much easier to do sports with, appeared to be growing and pushing out.  Jessica’s face seemed to be shifting slightly… becoming more symmetrical and beautiful.  Soon she would be gorgeous.

Jessica eagerly handed her other hand over to Amiee who began to apply the final five nails.  As each of these slid into place, they would accelerate Jessica’s transformation.  Annabelle watched eagerly as Jessica allowed more nails to slide onto her hand - it was going to be so fun to see how bitchy and slutty Jessica ended up.

Meanwhile the girl was busy day dreaming again. What Amiee had said intrigued Jessica.  On Monday when she went back to school - how hard would it be to take over and become super popular?  Oh it would be easy babe- since Jayde left there has been a power vacuum.  Her old lieutenants Molly and Erica are too busy fighting each other to establish themselves as Queen Bees.  They are both waiting to see who gets selected to be Head cheerleader before launching their power moves.  The auditions and tryouts are next week.  Imagine if you were to apply - imagine if coach Houser chose you to be the Head cheerleader?  You’d be the most powerful girl instantly.

As for the rest of the school - Jessica realised that all through her life she had observed little bits of information and been confided in by various people as she had always seemed trustworthy.  She knew a lot of secrets and gossip about a lot of people in fact.  So - a little bit of a push here - a little nudge there - she could easily make everyone in the school either afraid of her - or so desperate to be her friend they would help her cement her power.  The thought made her smile and her lips curved into a wicked grin.  It would be easy to become the alpha girl… but did she want to do it?  Yes… of course you do.  Don’t you want to be slutty and hot?  This is your time and no one will be able to stop you.

Jessica giggled as her mind filled with poison and dirty thoughts.  At the same time, her outfit began to change as the ninth nail slid into place.  Her comfortable sneakers became strappy black heels as her baggy jeans tightened around her legs and rose to be a jeans skirt.  Her plaid shirt tightened around her bust and turned pink - transforming into a silky crop top with cute little bows on it.  She now looked like a fashionable, sexy, bitch.  Her tits were now big D cups and her waist was tiny.  Expensive makeup covered her face as she looked down eagerly to see Amiee begin to apply the final nail.

That’s it Jessica. Just a moment longer and you’ll be a hot bitch.  It’s going to feel so good - you’re already nearly cumming at the thought of all the bad things you are going to do aren’t you.  Screwing boys and stealing them from their girls… seducing older men, bullying the nerds.  You’re going to be just like Annabelle… it’s going to feel so fucking good.

“No… wait,” groaned Jessica suddenly as her old personality regained control.  “I… this isn’t me… I…”

“Shhhh Jessica,” grinned Amiee grabbing her hand and steadying it.  “You know you want this more than anything.  In fact why don’t you say it… ? Why don’t you admit what you want me to do?  I think we both know by now that these are magic nails and you’re changing into a hotter girl.  One more nail and you’ll become a nasty, spoiled, hot, little bitch just like Annabelle paid us to make you. I’ll promise to remove all the nails I put on so far if you tell me to. Otherwise I’ll slide this one on and complete your change.  I just want to hear you say it first.  Then I’ll make you into a Goddess and you will be free at last.”

On her chair Annabelle gasped and tensed up.  Amiee was taking an incredible risk here… what the hell was she doing? All of her work so far could be undone with this risky gamble.  Jessica could reassert her control and remove the nails, she would never get another chance like this.

But Amiee knew her craft well.  She could smell the wetness in Jessica’s panties and see the lust in her eyes.  She could feel the hunger in the girl - the desire to be popular, pretty and powerful.

Jessica moaned and leaned forward.  Her free hand with the nails on crept down to her panties and slid inside. She moaned as she rubbed her clit and felt her new bitchy pussy - so much tighter and now shaven, pulse with pleasure.  Her big new breasts ached with pleasure and her glossy lips parted in a gasp of lust as she looked into Amiee’s amused eyes.

“Uhhhh, I NEED it… ohhhhhh yes do it… make me into a BITCH!  Make me popular and horny.  I want to be bad… I want to be sexy and feminine.  I can’t stand it anymore, corrupt me please I need it!”

Amiee grinned.  She loved it when the girls tipped over into corruption like this.  It helped to make the effects of the nails even more powerful.  She applied the final nail and Jessica began to cum as her transformation completed itself and her soul turned black as night.  YESSSSS, you aren’t going to regret this… you are a bitch now.

“Ugggghhhh YES damn right I’m a bitch now,” giggled and groaned Jessica as she shook and continued to cum.  “Ohhhh I’m such a fucking bitch and I LOVE IT!”

Annabelle looked at the transformed bitch writhing in the chair and grinned.  Jessica looked amazing, she was still vaguely recognizable, but she looked five times prettier than when she had entered.  The nails had done their wicked work perfectly and Jessica was now just the way her Step Mom had always wanted her to be.

Rising from the nail bar like a bitchy Queen, Jessica giggled as Annabelle looked at her wicked new step-daughter with a grin.

“Oh Jessica, you look amazing - you’re perfect.”

“Hmmmm, I like totally am perfect aren’t I? - but you can call me Jessie now Mommy - I feel like a whole new girl and I like it.”  

“Just be careful with your new nails,” grinned Amiee.  “They are very tough - almost unbreakable in fact… but if they do come loose, the old boring you might come back. Our nails also have a few extra enhancements which I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun discovering.”

 “Thanks so much for my nails Amiee - I will use them to be a bitch, don’t you worry about that.” Jessie purred, flexing her clawed nails, as her head throbbed with naughty ideas and desires.  She couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow and begin her new reign. 

“That’s okay,” purred Amiee.  “We’re always looking for new customers… make sure you give me a call if you have any more nail needs… I’m always happy to help.”

Hugging Annabelle, the new bitchy Mom and daughter duo smiled at each other.  “At last I have the daughter I always wanted,” grinned Annabelle. “Now let's go max out your Dad’s credit card and get you some new clothes and things. We can burn those old frumpy clothes. Tomorrow you take your place as the spoiled new princess slut of our household.”

For Jessie and her Mom - things were just beginning..

CHAPTER 2 - NAILING JASON

Chloe was worried.  Her best-friend Jessica hadn’t shown up for school today and there was some new girl causing a stir.  The corridor was jammed full of people trying to grab a look and all the boys were saying she was the hottest girl they had ever seen. Great! The last thing the school needed was some hot new bitch coming in and bringing back the cliquey atmosphere they used to have.  Jessica was gonna hate that.

“Chloe - have you seen what’s happening?” panted a breathless Nicola as she suddenly emerged from the melee and grabbed her friends arm.

“No - not yet. I’m more bothered about Jessica though than some dumb new girl. It isn't like her to be off without texting us. Something could be wrong.”

“But Chloe - the new girl IS Jessica. She's had some sort of makeover… she looks like a supermodel. I tried to talk to her but she’s walking around with Molly and Elisha like they are old friends and she completely blanked me!”

“What?!?”

Pushing through the crowd Chloe gawped as she beheld Jessie surrounded by admirers.  The hot bitch was flicking her blonde hair and flirting with everyone in sight.  Her blouse was three buttons open so that her big tits were fully on show and she twirled her hair with her sexy nails, batting her long lashes at the boys and talking like some dumb airhead to Elisha and Molly who dutifully giggled at everything she said.

As Jessie’s gaze fell on her friend, a look of cold disdain crossed the new bitches perfect pink lips.  Here came her old friends - but whatever she may have once felt for them, they weren’t nearly popular enough to be of use.  It was harsh, but if she wanted to be the Alpha Bitch and BOY did she want that so badly, she was going to have to cut them off.

Jessie deliberately turned her back on Chloe and Nicola and made a rude comment to her new friends Molly and Elisha.  She didn’t need her old friends anymore - not now she was sexy, beautiful and soon to be popular.  Molly and Elisha approvingly giggled and moved to flank her.  They were already automatically starting to assume a position of deference and servility which pleased Jessie.  They liked how bitchy and mean she was. 

Meanwhile Chloe felt stung, angry and hurt.  Her friend looked like some dumb popular bitch and was deliberately ignoring her after being friends for years.  She felt tears well in her eyes and without another word she turned and stormed off closely followed by Nicola.

Jessie ignored her former friends for the rest of that week.  She was too busy sinking her claws into the fabric of the school and re-establishing the power and dominance of the popular girls clique.  Everyone was amazed at how much she had changed from one make-over, but it was actually pretty easy to forget the old her and within a matter of hours most people had accepted her new beautiful and bitchy personality and looks.  Maybe there was some power the nails had given or maybe it was because she was so fucking hot now.

Whatever the case Jessie was now mean, bitchy and beautiful. In little under a week she was the most popular girl at school and had slipped into the power vacuum, becoming the Alpha girl just as she wanted.  She would play with her hair all eyes drawn to her slutty nails as every girl wished they could have a manicure like that and every guy imagined those nails wrapped around their cocks.

After a fortnight she was even more established. It was like there was a glamour around her - accelerating her rise - helping people to accept her position. She spread mean rumours about other people, used the unlimited money her bitchy Mom gave her to out-fashion and out-dress everyone else and with her new sycophants Molly and Elisha she got the position of Head Cheerleader just as she had wanted.

Finally Chloe and Nicola had enough.  They couldn’t bear to watch Jessica acting like this - especially as she refused to speak to them and was bullying other girls. They decided to confront her over what was happening and try to stage an intervention. What had become of their once kind friend?

They found Jessie alone by her locker admiring her slutty nails and doing her makeup. “Eugh… what do you losers want?” she rolled her eyes at them as they approached.

“Everyone else may have forgotten the old you already - but we haven’t! Why are you acting like such a bitch?” demanded the more assertive Chloe whilst Nicola watched nervously.

Jessie laughed in amusement. “Poor poor Chloe… always thought you were so much better than me and Nicola. Now I'm the most popular girl in school, you can't stand it.”

“Jessica- this isn't you. Did your step mom do something to you? Snap out of it babe…” pleaded Nicola. 

For a brief moment a strange look crossed Jessica's face. Holy shit - what am I doing? These are my friends! I have to stop this!

But then she looked down and saw the nails on her fingers. Mmmmh I'm so fucking hot and I feel so bitchy.  My pussy has never been so wet and I love being bad.  I don't ever want to stop this.  I want… I NEED more! Jessie moaned as a look of bitchy superiority crossed her features again and her pussy got wet at the thought of being hotter and badder than these bitches ever could be. “I'm sorry Nicola,” she gasped before becoming truly evil once more… “It just feels so fucking good to be hot and bitchy… I love being this way now. Stay away from me if you don't want to get hurt… ohhhh fuck yesssss.” With a shudder evil Jessie was back in control and she grinned mercilessly at her victims. How dare they challenge her?

By now a crowd had gathered - drawn to the drama. Everyone wanted to see how this ended up. They watched their new Queen Bee eagerly - relishing watching her take down yet more losers.

Jessie was only too happy to oblige and almost losing control back to Jessica had made her particularly mean. “Well you drab little uglies - the only thing my Mom did is get me a makeover so I looked good. You two should try it sometime so you don't look like dirty tramps anymore. I've always wondered Chloe, Is your boyfriend Jason gay or something? After all he seems to enjoy kissing you and you basically look like a guy in a skirt…”

Chloe felt anger boil up in her. “You fucking bitch.” 

She slapped Jessie hard across the face and would have done more if Nicola hadn't pulled her away.  “Leave it Chloe… it isn't worth getting suspended for attacking her. None of these witnesses would stand up for us… they all do what she wants now.”

Jessie felt a cold bitchy anger grow in her as she watched her former friends leave. She glared at the other students… daring anyone to laugh as they slunk away and her cheek burned with the slap and the social embarrassment of it too.

“That fat cow dared to slap me in front of everyone?  ME!?!  How dare she!” hissed Jessie in incandescent rage.  “I was just gonna tease those bitches, but essentially leave them alone… but now?!  Now Chloe has to PAY!”

Jessie felt so angry she could burst.  She knew she needed to cut Chloe down to size and make every other girl in this school terrified to fuck with her or she would never get full control.  She needed to humiliate Chloe and take everything from that bitch. Maybe Annabelle could give her some advice, one evil bitch to another?  She would ask when she got home.

That evening after their dinner together in the luxurious bitchy surroundings of their beautiful home - Jessie sat in her PJ's on Annabelle's bed and the pampered bitches discussed what to do.

“She slapped me Mommy,” hissed Jessie in disgust.  “I have never felt so humiliated in all my life, I want to rip that bitches hair out and kick her in the face with stilettos on..”

“Now, now dear - that’s not how bad girls like us deal with situations like these.  Instead we find her weakness - everyone has one, and then we use it against her.  What does Chloe have that she values?”

“Well I guess she has a boyfriend.  Jason.”

“Then it’s simple - you take her man and make him yours.  She’ll be crushed and everyone at school will see you are the superior bitch.”

“Eugh… it’s a good plan Mommy, but Jason is a loser… a nobody.  He’s a nerd.  A hot girl like me can’t go out with someone like him!”

“Hmmmmm, that is a problem.  I know why don’t you call the salon and speak to Amiee, she’s usually good for situations like this…”

Jessie picked up her rose-gold plated iphone and dialed Amiee, admiring as always how hot her nails looked as she did so.  She giggled as Amiee answered and Jessie outlined her problems to her new friend.  A slutty smile of wicked glee slowly spread across Jessie’s face as Amiee told her exactly what she could do.

“Oh yes, that is delicious… you never told me that I could do THAT with my new nails… oh yes!  Mmmmmh I love these things… oh thanks babe, I can’t wait for school now.”  

Annabelle watched with interest as Jessie smirked and put the phone down with a triumphant grin. She wondered what evil plan her wicked step-daughter was hatching now.  She didn’t know fully, but she could tell by Jessie’s horny expression that it was obviously going to be rather delicious!

The next day at school, Jessie put her plan into action. It didn't take much to manipulate the school secretary into helping her out, a few well placed compliments to the pathetic middle aged woman and she was eager to help Jessie with anything she needed. Gladly she sent a message over the school intercom that Jason was to report to Mr Phillips classroom as soon as possible.

Jason opened the door to the classroom hoping to find out why he had been summoned by the elderly history teacher. When he entered the classroom, instead of finding Mr Phillips sitting at his desk, he found the room was apparently empty. Figuring that the teacher had just stepped out for a moment, Jason decided to find himself a seat and wait patiently until Mr Phillips returned. 

Hearing the door close behind him Jason turned round and found Jessie standing  in the doorway. “J..J...Jessica?” he stuttered, not quite believing how much the former tomboy had changed. 

“The one and only.” she replied, flashing him a seductive wink “But I prefer to go by Jessie now babe” she purred.

“What do you want?” Jason asked, keen to get out of the situation as soon as he could.

“You.” she answered, looking him straight in the eye. “That pathetic little bitch you call a girlfriend had the nerve to slap me yesterday in front of everyone. I figured that stealing you away from her would be the perfect way to humiliate her.”

“Look Jessica, I’m flattered, really I am.” Jason said “but I’m in love with Chloe, and I would never even think of doing anything like that to her.”

Jessie, completely unphased by Jason's attempted rejection, began slowly and sexily advancing towards him, smiling wickedly to herself as she watched Jason physically tense up, not having any experience resisting the advances of  a beautiful girl like her.

Jason just stood there motionless, like a deer caught in headlights, before he had managed to react she was pressed up against him, his head swam as her sweet perfume began to intoxicate his senses. 

“I...I…I said no” he stammered weakly, using every ounce of willpower he had left.

Still unperturbed, Jessie delicately placed her hand on his bicep and leaned in to whisper softly into his ear. 

“I’m sorry, but you don't really get a choice in this I’m afraid.” she whispered before firmly squeezing down on his bicep, her talon like nails digging down and piercing his flesh. 

Feeling the nails penetrate his skin, Jason didn’t cry out in pain, instead he found himself unable to move as he felt Jessie's voice enter his mind.

I told you I would make you mine, but I can't be seen with a loser like you. If you're going to be mine you need to be taller, stronger and much more powerful…

Powerful. The word resonated through every part of him, like a gentle throb, in time with the beating of his heart it pulsed. As it did Jason slowly began to change, he grew taller, his shoulders broadened and his thin, wiry muscles began to swell, becoming more defined as they did so. 

It feels good, doesn’t it? Believe me it gets so much better when you embrace it….

Jason couldn’t deny that she was telling the truth, but somewhere deep in his mind he was still fighting, clinging on to who he was and resisting the temptation to give in to Jessie's alluring voice.

There is no need to resist babe, think how much better your life will be… You will no longer be the victim but instead you can be in charge and rule this school through fear and intimidation. 

Images started to flash through his mind of all the times he had been bullied throughout the years, but there was something different… this time he was looking through at things from the other side, this time he was the bully and it felt good, really good. He felt so strong, powerful as he experienced beating up nerds, shoving them in lockers and just watching all of the losers run away from him in fear. A wicked smirk spread across his face as Jason began to enjoy the images that bombarded his mind.

You want it now don’t you? Let go, become my perfect man and you can have it all...

It was at that moment that finally Jason's will crumbled and he succumbed completely to the corrupting influence.

Thats it babe, I can feel it now, you are all mine…

The visions running through his head intensified but now they focused on only one thing, Jessie. He wanted her so badly and he realised that he deserved to have the bitchiest baddest girl at school as his girlfriend.  Chloe was so pathetic.  Why would he go with a girl like that when he could bang the tightest, sluttiest pussy on campus instead? Jessie smiled wickedly as she saw the corruption take and leaning in kissed him hard with her wet pink lips, her tiny tongue in his mouth as she French kissed him and he grabbed her waist and pulled her hot teenage body against his.

“Mmmmmh, oh yes Jason,” moaned Jessie as he kissed her neck and massaged her boobs through her blouse.  He wanted her badly and they were both hot for each other now.  But Jessie knew things were about to get even hotter...

As they made out Jason's changes accelerated tenfold. His shirt began to bulge as powerful slabs of muscle developed under his chest and his abs tightened up to give him the powerful physique of a star quarterback.  His face became slightly more angular and his hair darkened and shortened on his head to a neat short back and sides like all the football squad favoured. Jessie moaned and cooed, running her slutty hands and her evil names over his arms and torso as she felt her man get bigger and stronger. “That’s it baby… become the bad boy you know you want to be…”

Jason grinned and flexed his biceps, “Yes, I feel so fucking good, oh YES!  Fuck that nerd Chloe, I don’t need her anymore.”

Giggling, Jessie sank to her knees before her new man and tore down his trousers. “That’s right - you’re all mine now and I’m gonna do things to you that bitch never could.” Jessie knew it was risky to suck his cock in a classroom where anyone could see, but she wanted to finish his corruption right away and she was so horny now. The thought of taking Chloe’s boyfriend and making him cum in her mouth was so delicious.

Jason’s cock flopped out… it was still quite average, but was already growing as he continued to transform into a true bad boy. Wrapping her hand around his dick, Jessie began to stroke it.  She loved how good her naughty magic nails looked wrapped around a cock.  With every pump and stroke Jason’s dick got harder and so did he… the final elements of his transformation occuring as he became a perfect bully who only cared about being popular and buff.   Licking her lips, Jessie grabbed her phone and pressed send on a message she had already prepared.  That would put the cat amongst the pigeons...

“Are you ready baby?  Let me show you what I can do…”

Jason moaned as Jessie slid her wet lips around his dick and began to suck, her cheeks going concave as she slurped and gagged happily on the length.  She looked up at him, making perfect eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing cock and he entwined his hands in her soft silky hair and used it to push her head deeper and deeper onto his cock.  Jessie giggled, saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth as she winked at him.  Fuck, she loved showing her new boyfriend just how slutty she could be for him.  To everyone else she was an ice-princess, to Jason she was gonna be his little cumslut.

“Yeah, that’s it Jessie… suck my big cock.  Fuccccckkk, you’re amazing.  Mmmmmh it feels so good when you do that.  Ohhhh fuck, you’re the best… you’re the fucking best!”

Jason was lost in the most wonderful pleasure and totally besotted with his new girlfriends cocksucking skills. He had never felt anything this good all the time he had been dating Chloe.  Now at last he had a real girl who would pleasure him.  He was already fantasizing about fucking her… but he knew he would need to treat her right before she let him do that.  He was going to treat her like a spoiled princess and if anyone messed with his girl they were gonna get it.

Hot slurping noises filled the room as Jessie bobbed her head up and down on his cock and he felt his balls start to tingle.  “Ohhhh yeah, nearly there baby…”  She intensified her sucking, using her spare hand to massage his balls and tip him over the edge.

Meanwhile at the window to the door, the agonised face of Chloe appeared.  She had received a mysterious message a few minutes ago telling her to go to this classroom.  She had been looking for Jason for ages now, wanting to take comfort with her boyfriend after the cruel way Jessie had treated her.  As she peered through the glass, she gasped in shock to see the evil slut herself on her knees sucking some dumb meat-head’s cock.

“That little slut,” spat Chloe as she watched Jessie at work.  Then her heart went cold with horror.  Jessie had positioned the entire scene so that the boy she was sucking off was completely visible opposite the window.  That way Chloe had a perfect view of his face… and although that face was slightly different now - more handsome and manly… it was definitely the face of her boyfriend Jason.

“NOOOOOOOO!” screamed Chloe bursting into the room, even as with a grunt and a gasp Jason cummed into Jessie’s mouth.  She moaned happily and pulling off his cock with a hot wet slurp, turned with a cummy smile to face her rival.

Slurping up the dripping cum from her chin, Jessie swallowed every drop and then standing up slid her hand round Jason’s cock possessively as she deliberately continued to stroke him.  “Hey bitch, do you like what I did to your boyfriend.  He’s mine now and this big cock is all mine to play with.  I can’t wait to ride him later.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH,” screeched Chloe rushing forward to grab Jessie.  This time she wasn’t just going to slap Jessie she was going to smash her face in.

WHAM.  Chloe screamed as Jason’s muscled arm hit into her chest smashing her backwards and sending her sprawling to the floor.  “Keep away from my girlfriend you pyscho bitch,” he growled. “You touch her again and you’ll regret it.”

Chloe burst into tears whilst Jessie watched with a superior smirk. “No Jason you’re my boyfriend, don’t let her do this - I thought you loved me.”

“Haha, who could love a nerdy loser like you? You’re fucking pathetic.  I’m with Jessie now and it feels so good.”

“Come on baby, let’s leave this loser to her pathetic tears.”  Sliding her hand inside her boyfriends, her new nails glinting as she led him out of the room, Jessie smirked and giggled as she passed Chloe.  “You should never have messed with me bitch…”

For a moment in her own mind Jessica felt a surge of horror at what she was doing to her former friend, then her bitchy new personality reminded her of how good it had felt to suck Jason’s dick and her cruel perfect smile returned to her lips.  Yes - things were so perfect now she was an evil bitch… 

Meanwhile Chloe looked after Jessie and sobbed.  The once feisty and confident girl felt like a complete wreck.  Her life was falling apart and she didn’t know how to fix it.  Surely things couldn’t get any worse though… could they?

CHAPTER 3 - NAILING NICOLA

Nicola just couldn’t  wrap her head about what had happened over the past few weeks. First her best friend Jessica gets hot overnight and becomes the school’s new Queen bee. That was weird enough, but Jessie as she was now known had become a total bitch as well, finding any reason to torment, bully and demean her former friends.

That was weird enough but then, even weirder, Chloe's boyfriend Jason somehow went from being a scrawny nerd to a muscle-bound Jock and the new school bully. Everyone was saying it was because Chloe had dared stand up to Jessie and because of that now no one was brave enough to fuck with her. Jessie was riding high on a wave of superiority. She was now undisputed Queen of the school and seemed to love every minute.

Meanwhile - Nicola had never felt more alone and isolated. Her other friend Chloe had experienced some sort of mental collapse when she lost Jason and sunk into depression and apathy. The once vibrant girl was just a pale shadow of herself - sobbing unhappily at home and refusing to see anyone. She had been “sick” for the last few days now and not at school - Nicola knew that her friend just couldn’t face the sight of the school’s new power couple and she couldn’t really blame her. 

Thing is - Nicola still believed that there was some good in Jessie. She believed some hint of the girl she once knew must be inside. The girl who was a tomboy and liked kickboxing and soccer… the girl who was kind and loyal. She had seen it, just before Chloe had slapped her, she had seen Jessie waver, some semblance of guilt was showing through. It may not have been much but it was there, a small crack in the seemingly perfect veneer that was Jessie, but that was all Nicola needed to give her hope.  

Nicola had always been quiet and a bit of  thinker. She knew that something had to have happened to make Jessica into Jessie and was determined to work out what. It probably had something to do with that bitchy Step Mom of hers Annabelle.  She thought back to the last conversation she had with the old Jessica.  She remembered her friend had been annoyed about having to get a manicure. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Nicola decided to stick as close as she could to Jessie and watch her carefully.  She tried her best to stay out of sight but Jessie didn't seem to be doing anything strange or unusual. After a few days of stalking, Nicola was starting to lose hope. That was until Friday after school, when she saw Jessie leave her two lackeys,  Molly and Elisha at the school gates and instead of taking her usual route home Jessie had headed in the opposite direction entirely. 

Nicola was thrown by the change and found herself having to run in an attempt to keep up as Jessie rounded a corner out of sight. As she rounded the corner she realised her mistake, she tried to stop but ended up barreling into Jessie who had stopped to check her makeup. The force of the impact threw Jessie to the ground.

“Watch where you are going you careless little bitch!” Jessie screamed at Nicola as she brought herself to her feet

“J...J.. Jessie I'm so sorry!” Nicola tried, not wanting to face the wrath of her former friend.

"it was an accident.. I didn't mean to...” 

“Shut up! Look what you did! You useless little tramp! You cracked my nail!” Jessie screeched as Nicola backed away fearfully, fully expecting to be attacked as she saw the venom in Jessie’s beautiful eyes.  Then suddenly the full impact of what had happened occurred to the super-bitch and she stopped still, turning white as a sheet with fear. The popular girl was staring at her hand is fascinated horror, one of her perfect sexy nails had indeed snapped nearly to the quick. 

A sensation like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her, ran through Jessie, from head to toes, and she groaned - clenching her fists, sinking to her knees and gritting her teeth as if she were in terrible pain. “Uuuuhhhh, what’s happening to me? Something is ahhhhh wrong!”

Jessie could almost feel the confidence draining out of her… the certainty that she was right to be so mean, that she was perfect in every way was fading.  Like her broken nail… a million splinters of doubt and guilt suddenly cracked through her persona, fracturing her bitchy supremacy and making her feel bad for the first time since she had put on the nails.  Maybe she wasn’t better compared to everyone else after all? No!  Where were these doubts coming from?

The events of the last month suddenly looked very different and Jessie suddenly realised she had become a completely evil bitch who only cared about her own pleasure and power.  She couldn’t justify the things she had done and the love and affection she had once felt for Nicola and Chloe came flooding back as a sob wracked itself up from her chest and she began to cry.

“Nic?” Jessie asked, looking up at the retreating girl in front of her with her usually perfect makeup running down her face as tears were flowing from her eyes “I….I… couldn’t help it, i’m s...s...sorry”  

Nicola paused… as she watched her former friend carefully, she seemed to be changing. Jessie was losing some of her glamour.  Her hair seemed slightly less shinier and her eyes were no longer cold and wicked.  It was like the old her was reasserting herself somewhat, returning from the dead. The blonde faded from Jessie's hair and her old brunette hair coloration slowly returned.

“Jessica, is that you? The real you?” Nicola asked, stepping forward cautiously. “I don’t understand what is happening here?  Did I hurt you?

Jessica shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.  “No… but you broke one of my nails.  It’s my nails Nic, they made me like this. Snapping it must have brought the old me back for a while… but the rest of the nails are still on my fingers. Ahhhh, I can still feel the urges, the desires to be a bitch controlling me and making me weak. I don’t know how long I can hold Jessie back… she is too strong and I like being her too much, please we don’t have long.”

They sat down on a nearby bench and Jessica proceeded to tell Nicola everything about what had happened over the past few weeks. From her first trip to the Nail Salon to all the evil wicked things she had done - it made for a pretty incredible story.

“Wow - I can’t believe Annabelle did this to you Jessica… what a bitch.  She wanted you to be just as nasty as she was, but it’s over now, all we have to do is get the rest of those evil nails off your fingers and you’ll go fully back to normal.”

“It’s not that simple Nic.  I don’t know if I can go back.  You don’t understand, these nails have ruined me.  Even without them on… I… I think I like some of the things I did.  I think I like dressing girly and having sex with boys now.  I think I like being a girly girl.  I can’t imagine going back to some trampy tomboy… it just, isn’t me anymore.”

“No!  It is you Jessica. It’s your true-self, you’ve only forgotten.  That girl is you and we can help her, please I want my true friend back.”

“Listen Nic.  I’m a bad person.  I’m really not who you think I am,” sobbed Jessica.  “You have to understand.  I LIKED those things that I did… no… I LOVED them.  Being popular and powerful felt so good.  Fucking Jason and turning him into a bad boy was so delicious, destroying Chloe and turning her into the laughing stock of the school with no self confidence - I would do it all again given the chance.  Don’t you see - I’m evil.”

“Jessica… stop it.  You are not evil. An evil person wouldn’t be this honest with themself. Listen, I’ll always be your friend.  I will always accept you for who you are and try to support you.  If you say you felt good about some of the bad things you did- then at least you aren’t lying to yourself. Maybe the old Jessica is gone, but you’re not that total bitch Jessie anymore either.  Maybe you can be a new Jessica, someone who likes to dress nice and be girly, but is also a good person.  Whatever the case we can get through it together.”

Jessica hugged Nicola and they held each other for a few minutes, comforting one another.  Nicola found herself crying too… it felt so good to have her friend back - she never wanted to lose her again.

“Promise me I won’t lose you again Jessica,” 

“I promise… I swear it Nicola.  Whatever happens you and I will be friends forever.  I won’t leave you again.”

“So what are you going to do?” asked Nicola as she dried her face.  “Are you going to take off the rest of the nails?”

“Yes… I think so.  I have some remover at home, I’m going to try and use it.  Then I need to see if I can hide it from my Step-Mom. Look, I’ll see you at school tomorrow - we can work out what we are going to do next after that.”

Nicola smiled, she was pleased her friend was going to be free again soon. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.  Good luck with the nails.”

“Thanks,” waved Jessica as she watched her friend walk away and the friendly smile dropped away to be replaced by an anguished expression.

I wonder if she suspects what you’re about to do Jessica?  Do you think she realises all the way through that pathetic conversation, you were thinking about becoming me again?  It’s going to feel so good to get your nails redone - maybe you’ll be even bitchier as me than before… now your resistance to being a slutty bad bitch is lowered, you’ll enjoy your corruption all the more.

Jessica moaned as she felt her pussy get wet at the thought of becoming Jessie again.  “Noooo, I shouldn’t… I should take these damn nails off and go back to being…”

A nobody?  Don’t fool yourself babe… you love what you’ve become.  You enjoyed sucking Jason’s big fat cock in front of Chloe.  You love how pretty you are… you even love that you and Annabelle get on so well now.  Being spoiled and treated like a Princess is the best.  You know what you need to do.

“I need to get my nails redone, I want to feel powerful again,” groaned Jessica.  “I want to be a fucking bitch.”

Yesss, good girl.  You know what you want, so take it.  Ring Amiee now and book an emergency appointment.  Become Jessie again and let’s continue our rise to ultimate power.

Jessica pulled out her phone.  If she did this, she would be admitting to herself that she wanted and needed to be a bad little bitch.  She couldn’t blame Annabelle… she couldn’t say that it was all someone else’s fault, she would be admitting it was SHE that wanted and needed this.  Her pussy was so wet now, she felt so turned on at the thought of giving in and being Jessie again.  It as almost as if the nails had been designed to break so she would be put in this position… surely that couldn't be true? All she knew was that she needed to feel superior again - she needed the power of the magic nails and she was going to have it. With a moaning whimper, she dialed the salon, her first step on the path to corruption eagerly taken.

“Hello… Amiee… it’s me Jessica, I mean Jessie.  I need your help… I need a new set of nails… ohhh fuck, yes, an even bitchier set?  Yes… I want that… an even bitchier set than last time would be perfect.  Do it to me, I’ll be there right away.” 

Checking she wasn’t being followed, Jessica put her phone away and hurried away.  Her destiny awaited, it was time to get bad again.

************

Nicola checked her phone all that evening and night.  She thought Jessica might ring or text to say what was happening - but there was nothing.  She decided her friend must be feeling ashamed and decided she would comfort her when they met the next day at school… it must be hard to go back to normal after being like that.

The next day at school Nicola looked around for Jessica, but she couldn’t see her.  She went to her locker, and it was then that she heard it.  Clip clop, clip clop - the sound of high heels approaching.

Turning around as if in a dream, Nicola’s mouth dropped open as she saw Jessica striding down the corridor.  She looked like something out a teenage boys wet dream.  Every inch of her perfect body seemed to ooze sexuality and decadence, and she was wrapped in delicate figure hugging designer fabrics and expensive perfume.  Her blonde hair looked like that of an angel and the triumphant smile of bitchiness on her perfect, full kissable lips was enough to make anyone tremble in lust and fear.

Nicola’s eyes were drawn to Jessie’s fingers.  Each was now topped by a long slutty fingernail, perfectly manicured claws - even longer and bitchier than before.  The Goddess didn’t even look at Nicola, simply walked past her and strode onwards - she had no time for losers. Her new set of nails had made her even more beautiful and much more powerful. She could do ANYTHING now and her domination of the school would continue.

“Nooooo, Jessica, what have you done?” groaned Nicola inwardly as she felt herself well up with despair. “You said you wouldn’t leave me again, how could you?” Nicola felt like crawling under her locker and sobbing… but that was exactly what Jessie wanted and she wasn’t about to do it.

“I can still save her.  If I can overpower Jessie and remove all the nails, I just know she’ll be okay.  I need Chloe… she has to help me.”

Nicola didn’t like bunking off school, but this was an emergency.  She ran all the way to Chloe’s house and banged on the door till her friend opened the door.  She looked tired, sad and depressed - Nicola felt so sorry for her.

“Nicola, I already told you - I don’t want to see anyone.  I’m sick, I don’t know what is wrong with me exactly, I just feel so down and tired. Please go.”

“No wait! Chloe, I found out what happened and I know how to fix all of this.  Please listen.”  

There was something so forceful about the way Nicola said it, that Chloe found herself coming out of her depression and looking at her friends intense expression in wonder.  Nicola began to explain everything and Chloe’s eyes widened in wonder as she was told about the strange events of the last few months and finally learned the truth.

“Magic nails? It seems incredible… but if you’re right then there is a way to save Jessica and get things back to normal.  Maybe Jason will even go back to his old self if we bring down that bitch Jessie,” mused Chloe.

“So will you help me?”

“I… I don’t know.  I tried to stop Jessie before and it didn’t go well.  I’m not sure I have the confidence to do this Nic.”

“Come on Chloe, I believe in you.  If we stick together, the power of our friendship will be too strong for even Jessie to stop us.”

“I… I guess so.  Okay.. I’ll do it. I’ll help you stop Jessie, what’s the plan?”

“Well it’s not the most sophisticated plan I ever came up with,” smiled Nicola, “but if we can overpower and tie up Jessie, then we can use some nail remover to get those damn things off her. I’ll lure her into an empty classroom and then if you can get the jump on her, the two of us should be able to take her.”

“We’ll have to be careful though, we need to find a time when she is alone. She doesn’t seem to go anywhere without those two little sycophants of hers in tow.” Chloe chimed in.

“True, plus we need to look out for Jason as well now.” Nicola said, she felt bad for mentioning him, but she knew that it had to be done for the sake of the plan. “I’ve been keeping tabs on her all week, so I think I have a pretty good idea of her routine now. It's risky, but I think there is a window of opportunity that we can use, either way, we have to try.” 

************

Chloe's heart was in her mouth as she waited nervously by the girls bathroom.  A careful scrutiny of Jessie's routine had revealed that there were only a few times she was without her entourage… so they didn't have long to act.

Molly and Elisha were not exactly the two brightest girls in school and so they had to have extra tuition every Friday at eleven. Meanwhile now he was a stud, Jason was busy practicing for the Football Squad.  Jessie was all alone for an hour and as was her habit, she liked to sneak out of lessons and do her makeup in the girls toilets.

Nicola and Chloe  had acquired a rope to tie up Jessie and their plan was to over-power her and remove the nails by force.  Slowly, the rope taut in Chloe's hands - they crept inside the bathroom and prepared to pounce.

To their surprise the room was empty. There was no sign of the uber bitch.  Chloe looked nervously at Nicola. “Are you sure you saw her go in here?” 

She crept forward, then suddenly the door to the nearest stall smashed open - crashing into Chloe and sending her flying. Laughing cruelly, Jessie pounced out and as Nicola tried to grab her, she sent a perfect kick into her ribs and spinning around cracked Chloe under the chin causing her head to snap back and for her to crash to the floor.

“Hahaha, did you bitches forget I used to be a kick-boxing champion before I got my new nails? I may be a slutty Princess now but that doesn't mean I can't take out you losers.”  Walking over cooly to Chloe she grabbed the rope from the groaning girls hands and expertly bound her hands and feet to truss her up like a turkey.

“Tut tut Nicola. Did you think I hadn't spotted you following me? Do you really believe I hadn't anticipated your every move? What a stupid plan…”

“I had to try something! You said I wouldn't lose you again!” Nicola said “How could you do this to yourself? You promised!”

“I was being honest you know” Jessie said with a smugness in her voice “I really did mean it when I said we would be friends forever. I just had a different idea about what that might look like.”

Groaning as she came back round, and seeing the desperate situation, Chloe panicked as she saw Jessie advancing on her friend. Things had gone really wrong again and Nic was no match for this bitch. “No! Leave her alone, she's not a threat to you! What do you want from her?” Chloe screamed from across the room, still struggling against the rope that bound her.

“Well, if you must know Chloe, just like when you showed me your true colours the other week, Nicola finally showed me hers.” Jessie said, turning to taunt Chloe “But unlike you, Nicola wasn't just a jealous little bitch. She actually cared about me, she was still loyal after everything that has happened. I knew she would do anything to 'save’ me, once I had become my better self again. So I decided that I would save her instead, save her from being a unpopular nobody and to save her from having to be friends with you”

Jessie turned and reached into her designer bag, pulling out a small black box. She opened it up as she walked slowly over towards Nicola revealing a full set of long nails. “My friend Amiee gave me these, they are only press-ons so they won't last too long, but it should definitely be long enough to help you see things my way.” 

As she watched Jessie delicately pull the first nail out of the case Nicola retracted her fingers and clenched her fists tightly, hoping in vain that it might stop all of this from happening. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for Jessie to stop “I don’t want this Jessica”  

“That's what I said Nic… but it feels so fucking good to be a spoiled bad girl. You are going to love being a bratty princess, you'll be a popular girl just like Me, Molly and Elisha… soon you'll understand. I can't wait to make you a bitch like me. I understand now just how wet this must have made Mommy when she corrupted me. Now are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way bitch?”

“No! I won't let you put those things on me,” whimpered Nicola as she backed fully against the wall. “Keep back.”

“Awwwww that's too bad,” smiled Jessie nastily. “The hard way then. I don't wanna hurt you anymore, but… for each nail you refuse to wear I'm going to break one of Chloe's fingers. Don't imagine I'm bluffing either. You know I'll do it.”

Nicola sobbed helplessly as Jessie strode over and rolling her over, grabbed Chloe's bound hands.  Sliding her hand round Chloe's little finger, Chloe screamed as Jessie began to painfully bend it back. 

“Noooo! Don't do it Nicola. Let her ahhhhhh break my fingers, I don't ahhhhhh want to lose you too.”

“One more twist and it's gonna snap,” hissed Jessie gleefully as Nicola sobbed. She couldn't bear to see Chloe in such pain. It was too much.

“No stop… I'll do it… I won't resist. Please don't hurt Chloe anymore.”

Releasing Chloe's hands, Jessie rolled her over so she could see and picking up the nails guided Nicola over to the mirror. “Give me your hand. You're gonna look so pretty babe, soon you will be hot just like me.”

Nicola shivered as Jessie gently applied the first nail. She felt an immediate tingle and a strange thrill. It looked so weird on her finger… so sharp and sexy.

Maybe you can fight this?  Maybe it's possible to wear the nails and not be a bitch? Just imagine it, the nails will make you beautiful and popular. They could let you set an example, show everyone that being popular doesn't mean being a bitch.

A second nail slid into place.

Then again… why not be a bitch? Jessie seems to enjoy it and you could be friends with her again.

A third.

Oooh… are my tits gonna get bigger? I've always wanted bigger tits… and a cute bum. In fact prettier lips and oooh green eyes.  Yeah so I look like a slutty girl… that would be hot.

Four nails.

Ohhh shit… they are… my tits… are oooooh swelling up and my hair is getting longer.  Yes! I always wanted long hair but my stupid bitch of a mom totally didn't allow it.  Why the fuck has she insisted on me trying to be clever all these years… where did that get me? I wanna burn all those science books she bought me and replace them with makeup and clothes.  

Five nails.

Jessie was right… this does feel good. Really fucking good.  I can't believe I tried to resist. My hand looks so fucking good. I can just imagine it wrapped round some big fucking cock… jerking it till all that lovely cum comes out. Mmmh I like cum…

Tied up and unable to do anything Chloe sobbed as she watched Nicola transform before her very eyes. Her friend was being corrupted and as she grew thinner, bustier and sluttier - Chloe could only imagine the mental transformation happening behind those cruel green eyes.

“Ohhh yeah Jessie,” giggled Nicola, “hurry up and put the last one on… I love it.”

“Why don't you put the last one on yourself…. Nikki? A bad girl like you should know how to do your nails...”  

“Ummmmm okay Jessie.  Ohhh like Nikki is sooooo cute by the way. Great call Jessie,” grinned Nikki eagerly taking the final nail and applying it herself. As she did so her new tighter pussy throbbed and she squeezed her legs together with a needy gasp. “Ohhhhh fuck I think I just came, ohhhhh that feels so good. Mmmmh I feel great babe!  Thanks so much!”

Jessie grinned.  The dumb little cocktease in front of her used to be one of the smartest girls in school. Instead she was now a naughty spoiled party girl and Jessie's best friend again.  Nikki was the kind of dumb bitchy girl that would loyally support her no matter what and get them into fun adventures wherever they went.  She was now the perfect slut-kick.

They hugged in that false bitchy way popular girls do and Nikki giggled as she wiggled her fingers and admired her nails. “Ohmigosh I love them.”

“Just wait till we get you a proper set at the salon,” purred Jessie. “Then you'll know how real bitchiness feels.”

“What about her?” indicated Nikki as they both looked at Chloe whimpering in the corner.

“Haha, forget about her. I think we broke her mind entirely. She's a nobody now… no friends, no boyfriend, no life!  Lets go.”

As Nikki and Jessie left arm in arm, Chloe giggled almost madly to herself in the corner. “You fucking bitch - you've taken everything from me!  Well I'll have my revenge, even if it means finding that salon and becoming an even bigger bitch than you! I'll do whatever it takes to rob you of your power and become alpha-slut of this school.”

She began working the ropes and grinned as she felt them loosen.  Jessie thought she was out of the game, but as far as she was concerned… they were just getting started…!

CHAPTER 4 - NAILING CHLOE

Catching her reflection in the window of the nail salon - Chloe almost wanted to giggle insanely.   She knew her recent experiences had changed her for the worst, but she looked even more haggard than she remembered.  The face in the glass was the face of a girl capable of anything... indeed she barely recognised the hollow looking, wild-eyed girl she saw there.  The once confident and kind girl she had been was no more, but there was no time to mourn.  She had too much to do, and her revenge was going to be so sweet.

It had taken some effort to find this place. This was the source of the corruption, the place where it had all begun.  Chloe knew that this was where Jessica had been transformed, and now that Nikki was under the influence of a set of nails too, it was where she also had to come to maintain her bitchy new body.  It had only been a matter of time before the two of them got lazy and Chloe was finally able to follow them.  Now she knew where the nails came from... and maybe if she could acquire her own set, she could out-bitch Jessie once and for all.

Opening the door, Chloe walked inside and straight up to the receptionist,  a bored looking hot blonde.  She was gorgeous, but with a slightly wicked and mischievous look to her features that screamed ‘bitch’.  Right now she was insolently chewing bubble gum whilst flicking through a fashion magazine and browsing her phone at the same time.. Her badge said ‘Evie’ and from her demeanour it was clear that she wasn’t particularly enamoured of her current job.

Chloe hesitated for a moment… unsure of how to proceed, then decided to play it safe to start with. “Erm, hello, I’d like to make an appointment to have my nails done.  I want your… special service actually,”  she said as nonchentaly as she could.

The woman snorted in derision and blew a pink bubble with a wet *pop*.  Without even looking up from her magazine, she called across the shop in a slightly sarcastic way.  “Hey! Another stray for you Amiee... you’re just sooooo popular these days.  She says she wants the special...”

Another woman appeared from the back of the shop, a cute looking brunette.  She shot the blonde a slightly icy look and pursed her lips as she obviously tried to hide her uncharacteristic irritation .  “Evie, we’ve talked about your attitude and manner with the customers, please can you try harder?”

Evie insolently blew another pink bubble and ignored Amiee as the brunette took Chloe to one side.

“Sorry about that… now I understand you would like the special.  May I ask how you know about that?  We are very particular with our customers here… who sent you?”

“Cut the crap bitch,” snarled Chloe suddenly, her pretence of being nice dropping almost instantly.  “I know that slut Jessie gets her nails here and I want a set too. I’ll pay twice what she does and if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to bring this place down, believe me.”

The friendly smile dropped from Amiee’s face, but she showed no sign of fear or being intimidated.  “Ahhhhh, you must be Chloe. I’ve heard all about you from Jessie, what a horrible jealous little slut you are.  Tut, tut… do you really think you’re the first person we have had come here trying to threaten us?  We have powerful friends, believe me… threatening this place is a bad idea.  Trust me dear, your threats are meaningless and even if I was intimidated, understand that Jessie is one of our most valued customers, she’s my greatest achievement actually.  It’s taken me years to find a host so perfect for my nails.  I’ve never seen a girl so thoroughly bonded to the corruption.  She’s my masterpiece and I look forward to helping her dominate this town in years to come.”

Chloe gulped as Amiee advanced on her. There was a quiet menace to the woman and she suddenly noticed that Amiee had very sharp nails herself.  “That’s right dear, you wouldn’t like it if I scratched you with my nails… believe me, we have ways of protecting ourselves here.  Now get out of my shop, I have things to do and I don’t expect to ever see you here again.”

Turning on her heels, Amiee swept regally away without a second glance.  Chloe realised she had been backed up against the wall and her heart was pounding.  She felt despair clutching at her heart and she wanted to sob.  She had come here so full of fire, so sure she was willing to do anything for revenge… but she had failed again.  She was useless and Jessie had won.  She felt the black despair that had previously consumed her starting to return.

“You quit pretty easily don’t you?” smirked a snide voice and she turned to see the blonde was watching her intently.

“Fuck you bitch.  Your boss may have beaten me this time, but I’m not quitting yet,” snarled Chloe.

“Amiee isn’t my boss,” grinned Evie.  “And she’s not the only one who knows how to do the ‘special nails’.  Amiee and I have a bit of rivalry, she’s currently on-top after I made a few mistakes, but I’d like to get back at her if I can.  How about I help you out and in return you take down her favourite new toy?  If Jessie eventually rejects the power, it will look really bad on Amiee and maybe I’ll get to be top manicurist again!”  

Chloe felt her heart race as she realised that Evie was offering to potentially help her.  “You’ll make me a bitch like Jessie?”

“Hah, I’ll make you an even bigger bitch than Jessie, no one does bad-girl like me babe,” giggled Evie.  “But first you have to stop thinking so small.  What’s the point in just making you like Jessie?  If you really want to hurt her and beat her, you need to go for her soft-spot.”

“And what’s that?”

“Why… her beloved Daddy of course.  Even if she’s a vain, naughty bitch, I bet she still cares for him in some sense… and even if she doesn’t, without Daddy’s money she’ll struggle to be an Alpha.  These nails aren’t cheap you know.”

“So how can you help me take down her Daddy?” asked Chloe eagerly, her mind racing as she realised she might have the power to destroy Jessie and Nikki after all.

“Let me do your nails and you’ll see.  Trust me, you’ll love how they make you feel,” grinned Evie, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her off to a private room towards the back of the salon. Evie closed the door quietly as they entered, locking them in and making sure that Amiee had no opportunity to disturb them.

Evie sat Chloe down at the nail bar and got to work straight away, filing and cleaning Chloe’s nails, preparing them for the main event. When she had done, she brought out a set of long plain acrylic nails.

“This may take a little while, I wasn’t expecting this kind of opportunity so I need to start from scratch with this set.” 

Chloe said nothing, sitting silently and grinning maniacally as she watched evie carefully begin painting and shaping the nails. Evie seemed like a woman possessed as he made the preparations, constantly whispering to herself as she delicately crafted her masterpiece. Chloe tried to make out what Evie was whispering but it all just sounded like gibberish. She didn’t care though, all she could focus on was the growing excitement that came from knowing that she would finally be able to take her revenge on Jessie.

“Are you ready?” asked Evie with a wicked smirk as she took Chloe’s hand, ready to apply the first nail.

Chloe nodded enthusiastically, her eyes fixated on the long elegant nail that Evie held, poised just above her fingertip.

“Enjoy this babe, the first time is always the best” Evie said as she delicately pressed the first nail down onto Chloe’s finger.  The enchanted nail fused itself tightly to Chloe's own nail and she let out a gasp, feeling a wave of pleasure pass over her. 

That's it, see how good it feels to embrace it… 

Evie continued to slowly and carefully apply the nails watching Chloe intently as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and savoured the intense pleasure that she was experiencing. 

Revenge will be so sweet! Just picture it! Jessie, reduced back down to that pathetic loser that she used to be, knowing that everything she had, is out of her grasp forever. Mmmmmhhh!

The sensations she was feeling caused Chloe's heart rate into overdrive, her nervous excitement mixing with the intense pleasure. She could feel herself changing, she didn't know how. So this was how it had felt for Jessie?  No wonder the little bitch was addicted… only a little taste of power was already going to her head.

“Mmmmmore, give me more,” moaned Chloe through her teeth as she delightedly watched Evie begin to apply another nail.

Think how good it will feel to break her spirit, as everything she loves is stripped away from her… think how good it will feel to be a bitch!

Evie watched on, taking a pause between hands to stop and watch Chloe's body begin to change, maturing from the awkward teenager that she was. All of her unwanted fat evaporated as she passed through her twenties, leaving her body lean and toned. Her hips widened as she aged right through to her mid thirties. 

Just imagine how it will feel to sink your new, perfect claws into a man and make him yours. Using your power to change him from the meek pathetic little man he is and bend him to your will and make him your tough, hard bodied, big cocked lover...

Chloe’s breathing began to deepen and with each inhale of breath, her chest pushed out a little further. Her breasts becoming larger and more perfect with each long deep breath, big round, fake tits… perfect for having a guys cock between.  Big attention grabbing globes, just like she had always secretly wanted.  Her formerly kind and low-key personality was warping and twisting just like her body.  She was becoming a horny materialistic selfish slut and it felt so fucking good.

That’s right! As a hot bitch you will be looked after, everything you could ever want will be bought and paid for, leaving you to sit back and enjoy a life of luxury. With all the time in the world to embrace your every desire...

Chloe's mind began to race as it filled with images and possibilities, some of which began to spark what felt like memories. Things that on one hand she knew she had never experienced, but on the other felt intimately familiar.  How to suck a cock… how to ride a big dick… and how to make others do whatever she wanted.  She was a 39 year old, plastic, bimbo bitch now with years of cruel jealous experience and knowledge.  Her toned athletic body was perfectly tanned and completely smooth. Unlike younger women, she had spent nearly 20 years perfecting her looks and had become a hot MILF that no man could resist.  Even her clothing was changing now, designer brands dripping over her skin as she became a bougie bitch.

Soon you’ll be lying on silk sheets, a dildo between your legs as you cum again and again.  You live only for pleasure now.  Your pleasure.  Take what you want, everything is yours!

Flexing her claws, the transformed slut wanted to laugh in ecstasy. Chloe was a wanton gold-digger now who knew how to make men do whatever she wanted.  The final changes occurred as her skin tanned and her lips pushed out into a permanent pout as a perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose in cruel disdain and laughing she commanded Evie to apply the final nail.

“Yes, finish it… it’s time to complete me and time for this bitch to rise! All hail Queen Khloe!”

Khloe moaned and Evie smirked as she applied the final nail and completed her protegee’s corruption into a hot wife.  Chloe was unrecognisable now - the hot pouting slut dressed in Chanel and Dior was enough to take away anyone’s breath.  She looked like a dirty, high maintenance bitch.  Irresistible.

“Ahhhh, I feel so much better now,” grinned Khloe, full of a confidence and cunning she had never known before.  Naive and weak old-her was dead and she was now the perfect weapon.  Her pussy was already dripping wet as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.  “Mmmmh my titties are so big, so much bigger than the stupid bitch Jessie.”

“Well you turned out hot, even if I do say so myself,” giggled Evie.  “I was in such a bad mood, but knowing you’re going to fuck up that bitch Amiee and her stupid clients plans is so fucking delicious.  That will teach her for treating me like shit.  Of course, I’ll want paying as well.  You’re going to need to keep me in regular money if you want to stay this way.”

Khloe grinned.  “For this power, I’ll happily pay any price.  But if you’ll be so kind as to give me a few days to get the money, first I need to sink my claws into a man and make him all mine.”

“Sure,” laughed Evie.  “How about we say this first set is completely free, and once you get set up you begin paying me?  Now, my work here is done, now go get them tiger.”

Khloe grinned.  “Ohhh, don’t worry.  I will!”

With a toss of her perfect hair she strutted to the door and out into the street - reborn bad and ready to cause mischief.

CHAPTER 5 - THE FINAL NAILS

Stretching leisurely upon her sun-lounger and admiring her perfect magic nails, Jessie adjusted her tiny bikini and smiled, feeling the envious glances of all the girls nearby focused on her. Their boyfriends were checking her out, and she was already imagining how much fun it would be to fuck them later… maybe two or even three at once?  Making sure they were watching, she picked up a bottle of lotion and began rubbing it into her flawless skin, enjoying how hot it made her look and making sure it went all over her tits and chest so the boys could see.

It was now three weeks since she’d completed her corruption of Nikki and her final defeat of Chloe and Jessie was enjoying a well-deserved break.  Convincing the Principal of the school to let her have a three week holiday had been simplicity itself now that she basically ran the place.  She’d left Nikki in charge during her absence and had taken herself down to a luxury resort - all paid for by her Daddy’s money.

It was funny - but she hadn’t heard much from her Daddy or Annabelle for several weeks now, but she’d been far too busy enjoying herself to investigate.  Turning onto her back, she luxuriated in the sensation of the sun on her body and relaxed, until to her surprise she suddenly heard a voice at her ear.

“Miss?”

“Yes?” 

Jessie opened her eyes and looked at a nervous looking hotel employee curiously.  What did this loser want?

“Ahem… Miss? I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you, but there seems to be a problem…”

“What?”

“Your, ummm, your credit card has been declined.  Your account appears to have been frozen.  The manager has noticed you have run up quite a tab and we were worried that…”

“What? Impossible!  You idiots must have made some sort of mistake!”

“I’m afraid there is no mistake…”

It quickly transpired that for some reason Jessie’s credit had been cut off.  Stunned and outraged she tried to ring her father and Annabelle but neither would answer.  Instead she received a message from her Father saying he was on his way and would explain when he got there.  Meanwhile Jessie was forced to endure the humiliation of sitting in the lobby under-guard with all her luggage whilst the manager looked at her disapprovingly.

Finally after several hours her Daddy arrived, but there was no sign of Annabelle.  Jessie’s mouth dropped open as her Dad entered accompanied by a stunning woman - a stranger with a perfect bimbo body and a killer set of nails.  It was strange - there was something almost familiar about the woman, but Jessie couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Daddy, what the fuck is going on?  Where is Annabelle? Why am I cut off?”

To her outrage her Daddy didn’t answer, but instead looked at his companion - as if he were looking for her permission to speak.  

“Hello Jessica darling.  I’m afraid your Step-Mother is currently in hospital… she had a terrible car accident almost three weeks ago and is currently in a coma.  Don’t worry though - I’m sure my Sister will pull round soon.  In the meantime I’m... looking after... your Daddy.” 

The words just hung there suggestively as Jessie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Annabelle doesn’t have a sister - this is bullshit.  What’s happening here?”

“Oh my dear - what a suspicious mind you have.  Are you implying that I am impersonating your step-mom’s sister just to get close to your family?  You really are quite the madame.  As I told your Father, you’re getting quite out of control.  Luckily for me that he’s agreed to cut you off and rein you in.” 

The superior smirk plastered across this bitches face as she dropped the bombshell made Jessie's blood boil. “You?  You’ve done this!  You’ll regret this you bitch!”

“Oh… will I?  Your Daddy agrees with me that during this difficult time, it’s time for you to play the dutiful daughter.  You will go to the hospital every night to be with Annabelle and read to her, and your allowance has been cut to the minimum. Ohhhh, I’ve also cancelled all your hair and nail appointments.  That is a pity as your nails are looking a bit shabby dear, I don’t think they’ll last much longer - but going without will teach you an important lesson.”

Jessie’s heart skipped a beat and a cold sweat broke out on her brow.  No… this couldn’t be real.  Without her magic nails, she’d revert back to her old powerless self.  This couldn’t be happening! She wanted to shout and scream at this stupid bitch - but she realised that would be a bad idea.  This dumb MILF couldn’t possibly realise about the magic nails - Jessie just needed to bide her time and win her over.  

“I’ll arrange for your hotel bill to be paid this time and then we are heading back home, I’m sooo looking forward to getting to know you better."

*** ***

The hospital room was sterile and white - it was a private room of course, paid for by Jessie’s rich Father  In the bed lay Annabelle - completely unconscious.  Jessie couldn’t believe how old and pathetic she looked.  Her former busty beauty was gone and she looked like a very average and tired old lady.  An IV dripped fluids into her arm and flowers and cards stood by the bed.  A machine helped her breathe… the beeping of the monitor the only sound as Jessie gritted her teeth and repressed the urge to scream.

“Mommy - you really need to wake up, I need you.  I’m going to turn back into that loser Jessica if we don’t do something. I finally accepted you as my Mom - I need you to help me. I can’t believe that bitch has done this to us, where did she come from - how did she do this?”

“Haven’t you worked it out yet you dumb bitch?” came a scornful voice from behind her and Jessie whirled around to see her ‘Aunt’ dressed in a fur coat and leopard skin dress leaning by the door.  Her nails were obscenely long and pink, they made Jessie feel inadequate… and a horrible suspicion suddenly crossed her mind.  Were those… magic nails?

“Ahhhh, you’re finally starting to work it out.  Hahah, you thought you’d destroyed me, but I have been reborn and I LOVE the new me so much.”

“Chloe?” gasped Jessie in shock, “But how?”

“You think you are the only one with friends?  I found a way to get my own set of magic nails and become Khloe.  I knew you’d never suspect that I was now this hot MILF.  I love being older and more mature, I feel like such a fucking hot bitch these days and your Daddy is such a good fuck in bed.”

“You’re fucking him?”

“Of course I am.  I’m sucking his big fat dick and riding it every night whilst I take all of Annabelle’s belongings and make them mine.  As soon as this useless bitch finally dies, I’ll console your poor grieving father and make him my new husband.  I’ll be your Step-Mom and you’ll never be rid of me.”

“NO!” screamed Jessie.

“Oh yes… and once I’m fully in control, I’ll make your life a fucking hell.  By then of course, you’ll have turned back into the old you… and this time, you won’t be getting new nails.  You’ll be trapped as a loser, knowing you were once the Alpha bitch - but unable to have the power and the pleasure anymore.”  Khloe laughed and her big tits jiggled as she thought of it.

“How did you do this?” shrieked Jessie.

“Oh it was easy. I waited till Annabelle took the car for a service and I seduced the mechanic.  He was too busy fucking my brains out in the back to notice I’d tampered with the brakelines.  I was hoping to kill the bitch, but this is just as good.  She’s never going to wake up Jessie - she’s a fucking vegetable.”

Jessie screamed and ran at Khloe, raking her nails at the bitches face.  Khloe smirked and easily caught her hands, deflecting her attack and Jessie hit the wall, her nails clattering against it and a chip forming on the end of one sexy claw.  Jessie felt a wave of nausea and weakness suddenly hit her and she had to focus on staying as her better self as her skin began to crawl and she ruthlessly suppressed the old her from returning.

“Awwww, did you chip a nail.  Excellent self control there Jessie… you’re holding your Alpha Bitch form so well - but it can’t last.  I give you, maybe a couple of days before you revert back to normal. Once that happens… you’re truly fucked.  Mmmmmh, it’s been such fun telling you all this and knowing there is nothing you can do to stop me.  Now we should head home, I’m getting horny and your Daddy will want to fuck me.”

Jessie had no choice as the more powerful woman grabbed her in an iron grip and roughly pulled her towards the exit.  Her eyes desperately clung to Annabelle and tears stung her eyes as she looked at her now beloved wicked step-mother. Then… as she was dragged out of the room, her eyes suddenly fell on Annabelle’s hands and a flicker of hope filled her. Annabelle didn’t have any nails on her fingers!

*** ***

Pacing her room as a confused Nikki sat on her bed, Jessie grit her teeth at her subordinates incessant questions and tried to explain it again.

“You don’t need to understand, just do as you’re told.  Khloe is too powerful to beat now, but she’s made a critical mistake.  She thinks Annabelle isn’t coming back - but she is wrong.  These nails contain so much power Nikki.  They make us fucking Goddesses.  With them we can do anything.  You have to find Amiee.  You have to get her to go the hospital.”

“But like why?” asked Nikki.  “Your step-mom is like totally brain-dead.”

“We’ll see about that,” grinned Jessie wickedly.  “I think a little manicure might perk her right up.  If we can restore her to her former power, she’ll easily take care of Khloe."

Jessie didn’t know - not for sure - but she had to keep acting strong in front of her subordinate.  Ambitious beta-girls like Nikki could smell weakness and if the little bitch realised Jessie was in such a bad position, things could get nasty.  So far she’d managed to prevent Nikki realising that Jessie couldn’t provide nails for her anymore, she hoped she wouldn’t work it out.

“But why do I have to go?” asked Nikki in confusion.

“Because Khloe is watching my every move and the bitch has convinced my Dad to ground me. You are the only person who is free to act.  Take this note to Amiee, she’ll know what to do.  Now sneak out of my window and get on with this.  Khloe must never find out you were here.”

Nikki nodded and obeyed, and Jessie watched her with a flicker of hope in her eyes.  A few moments passed, and then suddenly she heard the door to her room open.  Jessie turned round and watched as Khloe walked in with a wicked smirk on her face.  The bitch was carrying a bottle of nail remover and had an emery board and a file.

“Hello Jessie. Your Daddy went out tonight and left me in charge… so I thought we’d do some girly stuff together.  I thought I’d start by helping you remove those tatty nails of yours.  Don’t try to resist, you know it won’t help….”

Jessie whimpered in fear and backed away as Khloe advanced.

***** ****

Amiee looked up irritated from her position on the front desk and glanced at the smirking Evie who was working with one of her old clients.   How had this happened?  She had been the premier nail artist in this bar, until that bitch Evie had someone engineered things so that the bars best client Annabelle had unexpectedly stopped coming.  No one knew the exact details, but an email had been sent from the home address explaining that Annabelle was unsatisfied with her nails and would no longer be supporting them.  Amiee couldn’t believe it.  They had been making such good progress corrupting Jessica and her friend Nikki and ensuring another generation of bitches to bag extremely wealthy husbands to pay for their nails and support their business model. 

As if thinking about her had summoned her, Amiee looked up in surprise as Nikki entered the salon and walked over to her.

“Nikki, a pleasure to see you again,” smiled Amiee.  “Your nails must be getting weak, Jessie’s too… are you here to book an appointment, or is there something else going on here?”

Amiee was no fool and she could tell from Nikki’s expression that something serious was happening.  As the girl gushed out her story, Amiee’s glance flitted back to Evie and her face turned into a grimace of annoyance.  “Now I understand… you did the right thing in coming to me. Don’t worry, we’ll soon put everything back to how it was supposed to be.”

**** **

Jessie wanted to scream, but the ballgag that Khloe had forced into her mouth prevented her.  She was trussed up… her legs and arms bound with rope to stop her from struggling as Khloe delicately applied remover to her hands and began to peel off her magic nails.

“Ohhh I can’t wait to see you turn back to normal. Then my victory will be almost complete.  I decided I made a mistake telling you my plans, so I’m accelerating them.  First I’m going to turn you back into a weak little loser - then I’m going to make you eat my pussy and ass till you worship me as your Goddess.  Once I’ve broken your will - I think we’ll pay a visit to the hospital where a tragic accident is about to befall your beloved Step-Mother.  Such a pity.”

Jessie moaned helplessly as the first nail came loose and her body tingled and ached as the magic was ripped away.  Her delicious golden hair lost its sheen and turned back to it’s unkempt tom-boy state and as more and more of the nails were removed… Jessie began to turn back into Jessica.

Soft pouting lips became dull and plain, hypnotic blue eyes became unremarkable slate orbs and her perfect ass lost its shapes and definition as she became a plain looking girl again.  Khloe laughed, loving every minute of watching her rival lose her power - so pleased at her own corruption and that soon, only she would possess the power.

“Mmmmh, once I’ve got Daddy completely under my power, I’m going to stab my nails into that pathetic boyfriend I used to have and make him mine again.  I’ll turn him into a dumb, big dicked boy-toy for my own pleasure and amusement.  It’s going to feel amazing.”

With a cruel laugh, Khloe tore the final nail from Jessie’s fingers and stared down at the blubbing wreck that had once been an all powerful Alpha-girl.  Giggling she leaned in close.  “Welcome back… Jessica.”

Jessica’s chest shook and tears ran down her face, smearing her once perfect mascara. Having the nails removed and losing her power left her feeling empty and weak.  She was nothing without the nails… nothing without her bitchy strength.  She moaned helplessly as Khloe stood up and rolled up her leopardskin dress to reveal a full set of stockings and hold-ups.  The regal looking bitch, rolled down her tiny black satin panties to reveal her perfect pussy… perfectly trimmed and neat.  Laughing she straddled Jessica and lowered her dripping slit to the other girls face.

“Time to worship your Goddess.”

Jessica groaned as Khloe lowered herself onto her face… smothering her so she couldn’t breathe.  She could smell the bitches pussy on her face, suffocating her and then as Khloe shifted position, her nose and face were deep in the sluts pillowy ass.

“Mmmmmh,” moaned Khloe in depraved triumph, “Don’t worry - I’ll let you breathe again in a minute… but I want you to have a taste of how I’m going to execute your weak pathetic Step-Mom.  She’ll die, smothered by my perfect ass as I replace her and dominate this family.  Think of it as a mercy killing, it’s better this way than her spending the rest of her life on a ventilator.”

Jessica felt so lost and pathetic.  Perhaps it would just be better to give into Khloe, to accept her dominance.  How was she supposed to fight this?

Wow, you really are such a fucking loser… I can’t believe you are just going to let this bitch dominate you like this.  Aren’t you even going to fight back?

A bitchy blonde voice in her head, loaded with contempt brought a wash of adrenaline into Jessica’s body suddenly.  It was Jessie… talking to her.

Maybe you don’t deserve to be me after all.  Maybe Khloe does deserve the magic nails and you don’t. 

Jessica felt a surge of anger as the wicked voice in her head taunted her.  She hadn’t ever wanted to become a bitch - but now she had tasted the power and had become addicted to her Alpha girl lifestyle, she was damned if she was going to let anyone take it from her.  As her anger rose she suddenly realised that without the nails on her body had changed back to its original form. The kickboxing tomboy with the developed upper body strength and powerful aggression.

She tested her bonds, realising they were not tied particularly well and that her transformation had loosened them.  She flexed and wiggled them, Khloe too lost in her facesitting to notice.

“Mmmmh, maybe I will just smother you to death after all,” purred Khloe as she fingered her pussy, enjoying the feeling of power, dominance and revenge.  “Maybe you deserve to die kissing my ass.  You betrayed me and tried to destroy my life Jessica… I thought you were my friend, but I should thank you.  I understand now how good it feels to be an amoral bitch who gets whatever she wants.  Maybe I’ll sit on you till you pass out and the oxygen starves your brain.  After I’ve dealt with Annabelle, maybe we could hook your comatose vegetable body to the machines and leave you there forever.  Ohhhh yes, so many ways I can take my revenge on you.”

Jessica realised Khloe had gone completely insane - she wasn’t sure if the bitch was simply trying to make her afraid or really was now planning to smother her to death too.  Spots swan in her eyes and she struggled to breathe as Khloe pushed her perfect ass down harder on her former friends face and suffocated her.

Khloe was close to cumming, lost in the sensations.  She loved how wicked her nails looked on her fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy.  She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be an evil bitch.

WHACK.

Khloe screamed as she was suddenly violently thrown from her seat on Jessie’s face.  She crashed to the floor and trying to stand up tripped up over her own panties which were around her ankles.

By the time she got back to her feet it was to see that Jessica was on her feet.  The bitch had managed to get the ropes off her hands and untie her feet too.  The ballgag was still in her mouth, and her eyes blazed hatred and anger as she adopted a kick-boxing pose and Khloe laughed.

“You dumb bitch, you think even in your old body you can take me on?” Khloe hissed and spread her hands like claws, her nails glinting in the light.  “One stab from my nails and I’ll be able to dominate your mind and turn you into my slave… just like you did with Jason.  The only reason I haven’t till now is I’ve been enjoying torturing you so much.”

Jessica unfastened the ball gag and ripped it from her mouth, her eyes cautious now.  She knew the magic nails made Khloe more dangerous than she looked.  “I guess I’m going to have to take my chances.”

They circled each other like panthers, then… with a sudden flurry… they attacked!

**** ***

Nikki watched the door nervously - keeping a look out for any Doctors or Nurses that might come in and interfere with what was happening.  She didn’t entirely understand what was happening - it was funny that she used to be so smart - and these days it was much easier just to do whatever Jessie told her.

She hoped her leader knew what she was doing… after all, how was putting nails on a comatose woman supposed to help?

Amiee crouched by the bed, concentrating intently on applying the nails to Annabelle’s fingers. As each one slid into place, the monitor by Annabelle’s bed would beep and fluctuate as if something were happening to stimulate her body and mind.  Her aging body seemed to look better already.  The bruises and cuts from the car crash were vanishing and the grey in her hair was fading to return to silky blackness.  Her sagging breasts seemed to be firming up and getting bigger on her chest too.  It was like Annabelle was being reborn.

A static charge seemed to build up in the room as Amiee prepared to apply the final nail.  Suddenly the heart monitor began to chirp as Annabelle’s heart began to race and brain activity began to register on the monitor.  Sliding the final nail onto Annabelle’s finger, Amiee grinned as the body in front of her convulsed and the heart monitor flatlined.

But Annabelle wasn’t dead.  Instead her beautiful eyes had flown open and she was ripping the ventilator and the wires from her body as she came back to life.  She flexed her nailed fingers and groaned as she sat up - revived by their power and back to her old self

“Amiee… Nikki… what the hell is going on? And where is Jessie?”  

**** ***

Jessica kicked out, but to her horror Khloe blocked the blow and moved into her guard.  She screamed as the powerful bitch stabbed her nails into her neck, and she felt all the will and resistance drain out of her.  

“Good girl,” hissed Khloe, “I guess we’ll just have to do this the easy way.”

A wonderful calm filled Jessica as she realised Goddess Khloe had won.  Her mind and body were just playthings for her Mistress now and Goddess Khloe would soon reprogram her into a perfect slave.  She couldn’t wait.

Khloe grinned as she felt her power flow into Jessica.  Her back to the bedroom door, she revelled in her victory.  For one scary moment there, she had thought Jessica had found a way to break free and escape her fate.  It was a shame, she had wanted to torment and tease the bitch for longer - but she couldn’t take any further risks.  She would wipe Jessica’s mind of all knowledge of the nails and turn her back into a tomboy.  Then she would torment and tease her forever, Jessica never understanding why her new Step-Mom was so evil and mean to her.  Jessie’s head lolled helplessly on her chest as Khloe prepared to fully dominate her mind and felt her magic nails tingle in anticipation.

It’s now or never bitch… this is your final chance to stay as me and be the Queen.

Jessie felt Khloe’s spell on her break.  She knew she only had a few seconds of will power gifted to her by her alter-ego.  With a savage roar she threw her head back and felt it connect with Khloe’s face… there was a sharp crack… and the world went black.

**** ****

Annabelle was furious.  When she finally got her hands on this bitch Khloe she would make the slut understand the meaning of suffering.  Flanked by Amiee and Nikki she hurled open the door to her home and stormed inside, ready to confront and fight Khloe.  But she stopped in amazement at the scene that greeted her.

Chloe sat in the middle of the room, firmly bound to a chair - a ball gag deep in her mouth.  By the chair sat a nail removal kit and it was clear that someone had already taken the magic nails from her.  Tears streaked her face, and there was real fear in her eyes.

“I just thought I’d give her a taste of her own medicine,”  laughed a voice and Annabelle purred happily as her step-daughter crashed into her and gave her a huge hug.  “Mommy, you’re okay - I knew the nails could save you.”

“I was heading here to save you my dear,” grinned Annabelle, “But it seems you truly are the Alpha bitch.  Even without the nails, you’ve defeated Chloe.  What happened?”

“She nearly had me,” shivered Jessica, “but I managed to head butt her and she fell and banged her head on the bed frame.  She was out cold, so I trussed her up - properly this time, and took the nails off her.  She can’t hurt us anymore.”

“Jessica,” giggled Nikki as she saw her old friend was back, “You’re back to normal… eugh, you look awful.  Guess I’m the hottest girl at school now.”

“Not for long, so don’t get any funny ideas Nikki,” smiled Jessica nastily, “I’m going right back to being a bitch.  Amiee… I desperately need a new nail appointment.  I need to be Jessie again, she is the real me, Jessie is who I truly am now.”

Annabelle smiled.  It was so pleasing to see the corruption had fully taken hold.  Even stripped of the nails, Jessica had no interest in her old life. She only wanted to be an Alpha Bitch now and Annabelle was pleased she finally had a step-daughter she could be proud of.  And she really was proud of her. Jessie had more than proven she had the iron will to take her place as the leader of the next generation of bitches that would continue to use the salon and wear the magic nails. One day Jessie would choose her own apprentice and Annabelle only hoped her step-daughter would be just as pleased with her own protégé as she had been with hers.

Amiee grinned,  “I’ll sort you out right away babe… right after I deal with a certain bitch who seems to have gotten ideas above her station… I do so love a happy ending.”

**** ***

Evie glowered sullenly as she watched Jessie leaving the salon with her bitchy Step-Mom… two Goddesses on their way to a life of luxury and power.  She couldn’t believe she’d been demoted… again!  She giggled and smiled to herself as she thought of all the chaos she’d caused… then again it was a lot of fun… maybe it had been worth it after all. 

Jessie felt so relieved to be back to her true self, she vainly admired her immaculate nails and checked her makeup was perfectly on point.  Her step-mom Annabelle smiled to herself as she drove the car home, reminded of their first journey to the salon, what seemed a lifetime ago.  Jessie had come such a long way and finally everything was as it should be.

Pulling up in the driveway the two women strode into their home.   “Slave, go clean my car… and don’t forget to wax it too. I’m going upstairs to entertain my husband. I’m still getting him fully back under control.”

“Yes Mistress,” squeaked Slave as she hurried in her naughty French maid outfit to obey her Goddesses commands.  Humming happily as she began to clean the car.  It was funny, she had no idea who she really was, all she knew was that she had to obey her Mistresses.  It made her so happy to just obey.

Watching her former friend, now a brainwashed slave eagerly cleaning the car, Jessie shook her head in amusement.  “Pathetic.”

She strutted out into the garden wearing her favourite swimsuit and laying down on a lounger, began to sunbathe.  Her enemies were all defeated, her reign as Queen Bee now unopposed. Sure she was kept busy running her clique and manipulating everyone around her - but that was hardly work… It was more like fun.

Being an Alpha Bitch wasn’t an easy task, but Jessie was finally convinced.

She had completely nailed it…

THE END

[fountainpenguin]

"And the women, they all pity me... because I'm married, but not in love! Frozen at the center...?" (x)

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Chapter 20 - “Sizzle (Grian, Scar)”

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Grian makes plans to set SnifferMyFeet up on a date, then buys some very special bread. Scar comes home to a wrecked apartment and confronts the gingerbread-loving demon in his closet. Just your average Traffic SMP fanfic- nothing to see here.

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Grian

Status: Dear, bewildered, and awkward

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Grian leaves a very special cloak hanging in the closet of Lounge 3LF specifically for full moon nights. It's black and heavy. Not at all as flamboyant as he'd like, and decorations would certainly make it more fun. The biggest thing that mars the inky blackness is the giant red symbol on the back: a circle with a slash down the center. More red marks, spaced a few centimeters apart, wrap the hems of his sleeves. He's got one on each shoulder too, and it's really not flattering…

… but the stifling, peculiar nature of it is really the whole point. It's a full moon tonight, you know.

Grian wraps it around his shoulders and clicks the silver clasp at the front. The thick cloak is padded (on the off chance anyone nips him with teeth or claws). It's not armor, but he can't use his wings like this. It'd be a massive liability in a fight, but it dulls the color and rustle of his feathers, and it's excellent at diverting the eye of anyone who's out tonight seeking visual or auditory courting cues.

TwoMuchGrian's still fussing with his feathers, scowling in the mirror. Pearl and Jimmy don their black and red cloaks in turn. Martyn, for the first time Grian can remember, struts from the lobby without one. Grian tries not to notice anybody else. He flips up the hood, smothering his hair. He pauses for Two so they can leave together. While waiting, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost snorts.

Nah, certainly not flattering… but totally effective. I wouldn't flirt with me either tonight.

The lanterns and copper bulbs that glow inside the multiplayer hub stay fluorescently bright all night long. Defining "night" is difficult in the underground, especially with time zones from around the world all dumped in one small perimeter. The Between dimension keeps chugging along anyway.

As Grian leaves the multiplayer zone, stepping out into the bedrock streets, the clock tower chimes to signal 12k ticks. Out there, above ground, the world's officially bathed in pink and orange sunset lighting. So they say, anyway. Hmm… Grian tips back his head, gripping the hood in both hands. He pulls the fabric downward so it digs against his pores.

He breathes.

New Star Station's bustling tonight. The city population ebbs and flows with account activity at the best (and worst) of times, but for now, chattering voices ripple through the air. Happy, friendly people bounce along wherever they want to go.

Pearl brushes past him then, sending one last I'm sorry grimace with her mouth and eyes. Grian nods back to indicate All good. Each moon phase stretches out for four days in Between, and tonight's the second one in the batch. The pull against his fluffing scarlet feathers is much, much stronger now than it was on Monday. It prickles over every shaft and barb.

Since neither he nor Pearl care for random hook-ups, they usually go out for food together or catch a movie on nights like tonight. It depends what's going on with Hermitcraft. Really, Grian doesn't make a habit of jumping online for projects immediately after an exhausting Life series recording session like this one. He usually gets Pearl's second full moon night- Gem and Impulse hang out with her on the third.

But tonight, Pearl has a refugee at her place… and not exactly someone he's thrilled to go looking for. His last encounter with EthoCam (Sorry… Rhetoric) left a less than pleasant aftertaste behind. At that thought, Grian stares down the dimly lit street, letting his eyes fall halfway shut.

I need to warn SnifferMyFeet not to go near him…

Maybe another time. Maybe when it isn't the full moon. Vex posture and flaunt themselves like mad this time of the month. Sniff might bite, and that's really not something he's in the mood for. There's still server clean-up to do on Hermitcraft. He's been meaning to add a nicer bridge design to the dolphin path. Maybe he'll send Scar a whisper in a bit.

He rocks forward, setting a brisk pace down the street. Blaze powder and slime balls are already mixing into magma cream on the bedrock. Two drifts after him without touching the ground. As much faith as Grian likes to put in the 'Not on the market tonight' cloak designs, it's an extra blanket of reassurance (like a knock to the head) knowing his twin's there to watch his back. Two might split off for some flirting later on, but it's nice of him to walk him home.

His comm buzzes, rattling up his arm like a shockwave. Grian looks down.

TwoMuchGrian: are we going to bigb's?

"… No, not tonight. Just back to our place."

Cheery people flit around on feet and wings. Some dress in 'No' cloaks and chat anyway, just excited to catch up while they have the chance. Some hook their arms around those of friends or acquaintances they've got their eye on for the evening. Strangers, maybe (some of them). No love hearts flicker in the cracks and crevices, but the warm eyes and friendly laughs say just as much.

It's an early courting night. It's posture. It's a show. Expect a few fights to break out tomorrow morning as people settle in and get more cherry-choosey, fussing over the partners they want to keep for the next 100 days. The block turns next Wednesday or Thursday. Scar won't even hunt until a couple nights into the full moon. He says souls taste better when they're satisfied on their post-loving time high, and they put up less of a fight.

Loving time. Sure.

So… What's everybody doing if these were never real hook-ups to begin with? No kisses. No nothing. His digital, programmed peers have no need nor desire to reproduce. All these empty courtship tugs they feel beneath the full moon just lead to… nothing.

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[lightleckrereins]

Not sure if you’ve discussed this before but have you seen the “Willyacos” Six costumes on Amazon? They’re obviously cheap knockoffs and not anywhere near the same quality as the actual costumes, but seem like a good middle ground between the Simplicity costume patterns and no kidding making a full on replica costume (for at least most of them… the Howard skirt leaves more to be desired, same with the Parr pants)

Better known as the infamous aliexpress costumes. Basically like with most pieces of popular media a (most likely chinese) costume factory takes whatever photos come up first in google search and makes the costume in the cheapest, fastest way possible, that still looks close enough to the photo. The six ones can be currently found from a few different amazon sellers and at least an aliexpress one.

I'm not saying they are good, or legal, but they are definitely better than the simplicity pattern. As much as some people defend the simplicity as a good beginner friendly alternative it is not good aside from maybe the boleyn skirt. You will be better off combining other preexisting patterns and easy tutorials (I could make a list if there is interest in this). The amazon/aliexpress at least aknowledge its six characters, that Cleves is red and not silver and has only shorts and that Parr has full lenght leggins.

Honestly it is a you get what you pay for, those costumes are cheap and in no way you can make something close to the stage costumes for that money (also if you ask me some are overpriced). But if it is for a halloween costume, for a group with friends, to go see the show in costume, go for it. The main point of dressing up is to have fun. And if doing the (not simple, fast, or cheap) whole costume making process is not your thing that doesn't mean you can't have fun dressing up.

Like you mentioned a lot of things leave a lot to be desired. But its more like quality is all over the place. I've seen some people who bought the costumes and from what I can tell. Aragon is a great deal for the price, it has the cutotut design printed, plastic stud trim and spikes on the shoulders (I've seen official kids disney princess costumes with less accurate details). Seymour is not bad but it has no tabs on the back and has rhinestone trim instead of studs or pearls. The other four are the old designs and look not great (there is another amazon store with much better boleyn and parr costumes).

In a way I don't support those costumes, they are profiting out of copyrighted material and doing it badly. But in this house we don't gatekeep cosplay. The point is having fun. So here are a few very low budget ways you can make those costumes look better.

First of all accesories, get a good pair of fishnets and layer them over skin toned tights, get a cheap karaoke mic and decorate it, spike pracelets for crowns, find some makeup tutorials and do a cool look, look into current and former queens with a simmilar look to you for hair inspiration. There are many things that make or break the look, if you don't have the most detailed costume lean into the others.

Then some cheap ideas for things you can add to improve the look: buy a half pearl trim similar to what the aragon costume has to add in place of studs, half plastic pearls for the loose studs on the cutouts, mesh if you want to add fake cutouts, strass rhinestone tape makes a great replacement for crystals for the boots (I'm actually working on a tutorial for removable straps with this). Add cheap boning to the skirts and sides of the tops for better structure (sewn if possible otherwise colored tape can do wonders). Craft stores sell gold and silver chains that you can add to A/S/C, a well shaped B or K even if it is painted cardboard finishes those looks. Costumes bought online aren't the best but that doesn't mean you can'd improve them.

[bicycle4two]

short fic starring  jason and his little mouse from built to love, but broken now

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Bubble Tea

The fact is, Jason isn’t a fan of trendy places. He dislikes the gimmick, the music selection, and the crowd that it draws in. He also doesn’t want to risk being caught in the background of photos that are sure going to pop up on social media. He doesn’t want the risk of people finding out where he is, who he’s with, figure out the pattern of his everyday life.

So, the new bubble tea shop—The GCBT or the Gotham City Bubble Tea shop—is the worse place for him to be in. Yet here he is, surrounded by Gotham University students, children, and pastels all because she saw one of the drinks on her Instagram page.

Because the fact is, Jason’s weak to her, can’t find it in himself to tell her no when she’s excited to try something new, something out of her comfort zone. That, and it really is his own fault. He knew he should have taken a different route back to their apartment, but he’d made a wrong turn just because he thought he saw a dog with a broken leg limping down the street.

Turns out the dog was fine, liked to play jokes on people, garner their sympathy only to trot away once he got what he wanted, and now here Jason is lining up to get…bubble tea.

He can’t imagine what Alfred would think of all this. The old butler turned his nose up at putting ice in his tea.

“Is this drink really that good?” Jason asks, shoulders hunches as a group of sorority sisters gathered to take a photo, colorful drinks held up to their faces.

“I mean, this place is packed, it must be.” She takes his hand in hers, pulling him further into the shop. Jason holds onto her tightly, knowing from experience how easy it is to lose her in a crowd. “You have to admit, it sounds pretty efficient. Chewing and drinking at the same time.”

“It sounds like a choking hazard,” Jason says when he sees the drink up close. “Do you remember that article I sent you about mochi?”

“If you find one about tapioca pearl related deaths, I promise I won’t make you come back.”

She pats his arm and smiles at him encouragingly. It’s the kind of smile that says, that reminds him that they wanted to experience being college students, being young and carefree, and this, this was part of the experience. It brings some comfort, her touch, her excitement over this drink, but the pop music blaring on the speakers is for sure going to play in his head while he’s on patrol later tonight, so, that’s great.

He heaves a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” she squeezes past a couple who were in the middle of taking a selfie and Jason ducks his head in time to avoid being part of the photo. “Here’s the line. Whoa. Look at all her orders.”

A woman walks away from the receiving counter, both hands holding plastic bags filled with colorful drinks. Jason doesn’t think he’s ever had anything purple before and he’s sort of tempted to try it just so he could say that he did.

“Do you know what you’re getting?”

And, it seems like the wrong questions to ask, because she looks at him in surprise, mouth slightly open. It’s the same look she gets when she finds out that two of the items in her online shopping cart are on sale, but she can only afford to buy one of them.

“I mean, we have to get the best seller, right? But it’s just black tea, isn’t it? Is that playing it too safe? Should we get the seasonal drinks? Or the one with coffee. The coffee might be good. But it might be too early to have the caffeine…oh! There are juices, too! But would that be good with the pearls? I really want to try the pearls…but they have other toppings, too! Oh, wait, no, they’re called sinkers. Oh. I get it. Ha. So, there’s pudding and lychee and…grass jelly? What’s that? Jason, oh my god, there’s so many choices no wonder that lady ordered like twelve drinks! I—”

“Mouse,” Jason places his hand on top of her head, easily shutting her up like an alarm clock. “Breathe, would you?”

“Jason,” she gasps and the overwhelmed look in her eyes makes Jason smile. She really has no business looking that cute. “I should have done my research before we got here. Look, let’s just come back—”

“Welcome to the GCBT! What can I get for ya?”

“Noooo,” she groans out quietly, tucking her head into Jason’s chest, hiding. “I’m not ready…”

“Uhm,” the cashier begins, looking just about as uncomfortable as Jason feels. He loves his little mouse, he really does, but they’re in public.

“We’ll have two of your best seller, please,” Jason cuts in, taking out his wallet. “To go.”

…

Jason watches her stab her drink with the straw and mix the pearls around. He has his own drink in his hand, cooling his skin.

“Good call getting the milk tea,” she says, holding her drink closer like someone’s going to take it from her. “If this isn’t good, then nothing on their menu is, right? It’s what their brand should be known for.”

“Just drink it, mouse.”

“Yeah, of course, I, just, do I drink then chew or chew then drink?”

“You’re going to have to drink or else you’ll have nothing to chew.”

“Right, of course, well, here goes nothing.”

Jason watches the pearls shoot up the straw in rapid succession before she chokes on them. He already has a bottle of water ready for her, but she waves him off, hunched over, coughing. Jason should be concerned, really, feels the burn even on his end, but he sort of saw this coming. He’s just glad that she didn’t choke on any of the pearls or else he’d be completely useless to help her.

Death by secondhand tapioca choking did not seem like the way to go.

“So, chew first or…?”

“I, I hate you,” she wheezes out.

“I take it we’re not going back?”

She straightens, pushing her hair away from her face. There’re some tears in her eyes but the grin on her face tells Jason that she’s fine and that he’s not going to like her answer to his question.

“Jokes on you. I like it.” She mixes the pearls around with her straw once more before taking a sip, an actual sip because that’s what she should have done in the first place, approach it with caution.

“You literally choked.”

“You’re exaggerating,” she says, chewing on the pearls she managed to keep from going down her throat. “Try it.”

He tries to give his untouched drink to her. “I like living, thanks.”

“Oh,” she holds up her hand. “But unless you’ve tried bubble tea, you haven’t quite lived, Jason.”

“Mouse. It’s been two minutes. Don’t go preaching to me about the wonders of bubble tea.”

“It was life changing. I’m converted. I saw God.”

“Because you nearly died.”

“Just try it, Jason.”

“No thanks.”

“It’s good.”

“Alfred would never forgive me. It’s not tea.”

“Yeah, it’s bubble tea. It’s better.”

“Blasphemy!”

“Jason. Please?”

And the fact is, Jason doesn’t like trends, doesn’t particularly care if he’s on trend or not, but he’s always been weak to her, weak to her eyes, weak to her requests, so even if it kills him, at least he can say he died trying to make her happy.

…

“So? What do you think?”

“It’s…okay.”

“Shut up. You like it.”

“Fine, I do. But I’m never stepping foot in that shop again.”

“It’s alright. We can order it online.”

“Thank you.”

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a/n: do you call it bubble tea or milk tea? pearls or boba?because where i live we call it milk tea and pearls, i don't know why i suddenly starting typing up bubble tea but here we are...

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[ultrakdramamama]

This past weekend, Madrid’s Cívitas Metropolitano stadium traded soccer balls for lightsticks to host Kpop Lux, another macro concert K-pop experience in Europe, this time boasting acts like SHINee, IVE, ENHYPEN, and Ateez, among many others, in its lineup. 

Tens of thousands of fans congregated on site on the outskirts of the Spanish capital (with even more tuning in online) to enjoy over three hours of songs, segments, and games from their favorite K-pop acts. Though there were many memorable moments throughout the night, it was clear that all eyes — both from fans and fellow acts — were on SHINee, the inimitable second-gen representative celebrating their 15th anniversary this year. 

As the time came for SHINee to take the stage to close the event, the stadium, which is home to the Atlético de Madrid team, traded its traditional red color scheme for SHINee’s pearl aqua green thanks to the many shinning Shawol lightsticks. After a quick introductory montage featuring fellow idols highlighting SHINee’s journey and legacy, the act finally took to the stage to perform “Don’t Call Me,” fan-favorite “View,” “Juice,” and “Hard,” leaving the crowd ecstatic but also craving more.

Before they headed on stage, Teen Vogue briefly caught up with SHINee's Key, Minho, and Taemin backstage at the Kpop Lux SBS Super Concert in Madrid to chat about their time in the city and the role fashion has played in their 15-year trajectory. (And, yes, also teeth brushing.) 

Teen Vogue: Hi, everyone! How are you enjoying Madrid? I've been getting some of your antics online and saw some of you went shopping during your downtime. What have you been buying in Madrid?

Key [to Taemin]: What did you get?

Taemin: First, I went to Loewe and noticed that the price was considerably lower than in Korea, which impressed me. Then, I went shopping at a department store and found a lot of clothes with discounts. I think they were having a sale so I was very happy. I actually saw the photos that were taken [of me on social media], too. I think I did a good job because I bought many things that aren't available in Korea and that aren't as cheap in Korea as well. That was a win for me. [Laughs.]

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TV: Nice. Yeah, that was good thinking. So, you had your 15th anniversary not that long ago. Congratulations!

All: Thank you!

TV: You also won your 69th no. 1 trophy at Inkigayo not that long ago…

Key: Did we? 

TV: Yes. I don't know if you saw this online, but there was a tweet that went semi-viral after that that pointed out how SHINee is now one of the very few acts to have won first place across three decades in these types of broadcasts. I think that's wild because you are all barely three decades old. How does it make you feel to be hitting these types of milestones when you're still pretty young?

Minho: We are thrilled to have won first place in three different decades. But I think it's not just our efforts; these are trophies we have achieved together with our fans, so I just want to say once again how immensely grateful we are for that. [To do it with our fans], it's really a feat that makes us feel happier than anyone in the world.

TV: Across the 15 years that you've been active, you've done a lot of music videos, stages, everything. Is there a style or look you've worn that's your absolute favorite ever? And are there any that make you go a bit like, “Ehm, I shouldn't have done that”?

Key: When we film a video, we can't help but reflect on the trends of the time. If you rewatch our old music videos, most of them do feel somewhat dated, but, at that time, that was the best fashion. Of course, it feels old school now. For that reason, I think I'd be the least embarrassed to pick our most recent music video, "Hard," as my favorite style-wise. [Laughs.]

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TV: I don't think all of them feel that dated…

Key: You think? I mean, we love "Sherlock" and "View," but it was seven or eight years ago, so…

TV: "1 of 1." I like that one a lot.

Key: Oh, yes. "1 of 1," actually.

TV: I think that's timeless.

Key: Yes.

TV: Have you ever liked an outfit that you've worn for a music video so much that you felt like you wanted to steal it? Or have you ever kept anything from a music video set because you liked it so much?

Taemin: Yes, I have. [Laughs.] There are many clothes I wear in music videos that I like actually, so I sometimes buy the same thing or just borrow them from the production team. I actually [really liked] the clothes I wore in the music video for "Hard." We wore brands that are on the up again these days in terms of popularity, such as Chrome Hearts. I actually loved the Chrome Hearts beanie I wear in the video, and I really wanted it for myself, but it was so hard to get because of the limited stock, so I searched through the web, in foreign sites, etc., and I finally managed to get one second hand.

TV: Well, that almost answers my next question, but here it goes anyways. How would you say your personal style differs from the style that you wear on stage?

Minho: Honestly, for me, I think it's very different. I think we have to be flashier on stage since our clothes need to be seen by people who are far away and we need our fans to really notice us and, naturally, the styles end up not being just your regular everyday clothes.

Taemin: I'm the opposite.

Key: [Laughs.]

Taemin: I think my thing is to take away a few elements from my stage outfits. Of course, on stage, it's going to be flashier, bolder, and over-conceptual…

Key: But whatever you're wearing in that era informs your personal tastes?

Taemin: Yes, that's exactly it. My personal style is kind of similar to my stage clothes, but I just dial it back a tiny bit. It's the same vibe but a bit more subtle.

TV: Going into beauty a little bit, I know Taemin, you recently went super viral because Key exposed your teeth-brushing habits…

Taemin: [Laughs.]

TV: Do any of you have any other peculiar beauty habits, or fashion habits, that you have not shared with anyone?

Minho: Mmm, habits…

Taemin: I've been doing this lately. Because my personal style is very cool and trendy normally, I like to spice it up by adding cute items. Key rings, specifically. I recently got a Donald Duck key ring to attach to my clothing, and the fans really liked it. I saw a lot of fans getting the same key ring and attaching to their clothes as well. That was really fun. I was really feeling that for a while.

TV: That's really cute. Any other "weird" habits?

Key: Any weird habits? Well, there are times when we go abroad and [our skins] are not really used to the type of water, so we have to wash our faces with bottled water.

Taemin: [Laughs.]

TV: Been there. Okay, last question. I know you haven't been performing as much because all of you were away for a while, but now you're back together. You had a fan meeting in Seoul in May and are back to performing live again. Do you have any backstage rituals that you do before you go out and perform? Or something that you 100% need to do before going on stage?

Taemin: Brush my teeth. [Laughs.]

Key: We talk too much. We talk too much behind the scenes. 

Taemin: We do.

Key:  And what else is there?

Taemin: But, hyung, I think you also know the taste of brushing your teeth before going on stage. It's refreshing!

Key: Um. We just get ready; that's the feeling.

[rakhibazaar]

Helping Guide for Trendy Rakhis for Raksha Bandhan 2023

Introduction

Raksha Bandhan is a traditional Hindu festival that falls on the full moon day in the Shravan month. In your diary, you can mark August 30, 2023, to celebrate it with your family. The festive occasion is also famed as Rakhri, Avani Avittam, and Janai Purnima and commemorates the beautiful and unique bond between brothers and sisters.

Every year when unmarried and married sisters tie a Rakhi on their brother’s wrists, they put their faith in them. The sacred Rakhi thread has a deep cultural significance. It strengthens the relationship between the two. The brother is her constant support, and she feels completely protective when he is around. Moreover, the brother also promises to protect her always. He continues wearing this Rakhi thread of love and protection for many days, which shows that sisters are unique and genuinely valued. 

Before the festive occasion ends and you may get busy enough to indulge in last-minute Rakhi shopping, here are our recommendations for the trendiest Rakhis online for Raksha Bandhan 2023 with the best gift combos. Investing in these online Rakhi gift ideas will be beneficial whether your brother stays with you or in a different city or country. Select a Rakhi that will look adorable on your brother's wrist with a suitable combo to make the Rakhi celebration an event to remember. 

Owing to technological advancement and the round-the-clock availability of the internet, you can buy Rakhi and Rakhi gifts online from the comfort of your room. Within a few clicks, your order will reach the desired doorstep. However, ordering Rakhi for your brother from a trustworthy online Rakhi shopping platform is a must for a hassle-free experience.

Bracelet Rakhi:

It is made of threads, beads, stones, pearls, and metals, like gold or silver. These Rakhis are a modern take on the traditional Rakhi and are worth buying for fashionable brothers. These Rakhis are in demand as they are a combo of Rakhi & Bracelet. 

You can order bracelet Rakhi with sweets & assorted chocolates. They are delightful indulgences for your siblings, giving cherished memories. 

Golden Rakhi:

Many online platforms have a wide range of golden Rakhis to grab your eyeballs. It is made of gold or gold-plated materials to give it a rich and luxurious appearance. Skilled artisans enhance their appeal by creating beautiful designs, patterns, and motifs. Moreover, gold is associated with purity and prosperity, so golden Rakhi for your brother will enhance his fortune and strengthen your bond.

Create a festive package combining golden Rakhi with a decorated Puja Thali. It will provide a ceremonial and religious touch to his Rakhi celebration.

Personalized Rakhi:

Raksha Bandhan celebrates & honors siblings’ love. This Raksha Bandhan, you can order a Rakhi online with a small photo of you and your brother, his name or initials, or a message reflecting your heartfelt love and good wishes for him. 

A Personalized Rakhi with a customized gift, such as a keychain, mug, or cushion, will be treasured for years.  

Cartoon-Character Rakhi:

Raksha Bandhan allows you to strengthen your bond with your siblings. So, if you have a kid brother, dedicate this Rakhi festival to him. Order a cartoon-printed Rakhi online, such as Peppa Pig Rakhi, Mickey Mouse Rakhi, Minions, etc. It will add an element of fun and excitement to his Rakhi celebration.

The top-notch Rakhi gift ideas for kids include Rakhi with chocolates and sweets, T-shirts, colored pencils, puzzle books, crayons, etc., to help make a special place in their hearts.

Conclusion: Brothers are special. So, you can't settle for the ordinary when selecting a Rakhi online. You can also check the latest Rakhi collection with gifts available at Rakhi Bazaar https://www.rakhibazaar.com/. The company offers an express Rakhi delivery service that allows you to send Rakhi to the UK from India and worldwide. You can also send Rakhi to India from the UK, the USA, etc., free of shipping costs.    

[starburstchoir]

Hi, sorry for bothering you. I just started playing Life Makeover yesterday. I was wondering if you could explain guilds? I haven't been able to join one, but I don't want to buy/spend coupons to create a guild without knowing what I'm getting into.

Thank you 😃

I really only know the basics bc i just joined the first english one i could find. As my previous history with archosaurs mmo Dragon Raja...it's honestly probably going to be much easier to join as a member...unless you plan on being very active and having enough members in your own guild. Bc of the real world value...if your guild shuts down via not having funds....well there goes your money.

Once you unlock guilds you want to act pretty fast. As like their other game, they like to auto apply you to a guild after awhile...and unless you want to keep leaving guilds best apply or make one as quickly as possible.

Ive yet to have any issues with my own guild, i do my basic dailies enough that i meet their requirements but every guild is different. Try to find one that suits your needs...some have discords (like mine but i uh didnt join and dont seem like i have to....) or require you to be active enough before they kick you

Heres the guild menu

And so i can explain here's the members page

Now as someone not in a position of guild power...some features are pointless to me. But first!

Members: these are the people in the guild that have access to every feature minus any features locked behind a certain role (like increasing sizes and merging guilds)

Reserve: You are not a full member. You can use the shop, take part in events and use the guild channel. You can support the guils but you wont add to funds. After 72 hours of not being online you will get auto kicked. Once you hit level 25 and earn ovee 90 points in the guild you will auto become a member.

Vacation: you can only use the channel, this is where you go if you're a member with 90 points or more and havent been online in more than 72hrs...

Merge guild: If its like DR then basically if your guild is small and is struggling to meet requirements to keep activity up...you'll be able to merge guilds with another one to help keep your guild going (i dont have access to this so i might be missing something)

Change Post: this just is a list of themes you can change the names of positions to...i assume this is something only you see? But i havent changed it

Inspiration project: those books from dailies go here (the game will let you know you have these ready to be donated with a red dot) this is the easiest way to increase your member points

Welfare...once a week you can claim some rewards based on how well you're doing

Guild shop: you'll get pearls from doing inspo and support....this is one place you'll be able to spend them

This is the other. If you've ever played Shining Nikki its very similar to the guild feature where you can unlock makeup. Some cost gold some cost pearls and they will get more expensive as you go farther. You'll get stat bonuses and every so many levels unlock makeup

Support: honestly the perfect support isnt worth it and costs gems. Three times a day you can support the guild to earn pearls and add guild funds...its mostly for yourself

All of this is for the pres and vice master to use...basically level up each feature i cant say much else since im not either of those roles

And that should be the basics? You can probably find more on the life makeover reddit (i dont have an account so i just lurk)

[mr-sanshravz]

Gold maang tikka online in India

In the world of traditional Indian jewelry, the Gold maang tikka holds a special place. This exquisite piece of jewelry is an integral part of Indian bridal wear and festive attire. With its intricate craftsmanship, unique designs, and cultural significance, a gold maang tikka enhances the beauty of any woman wearing it. Whether you're preparing for a wedding, festival, or special occasion, finding the perfect Gold maang tikka online in India can make a significant difference.

The rise of e-commerce has transformed the way we shop for jewelry. Now, you can find stunning gold maang tikka pieces at the best online jewellery shop in India without stepping out of your home. Let’s dive into why the gold maang tikka is an essential accessory, how to select the right one, and where to buy it online.

What is a Gold Maang Tikka?

The maang tikka is a beautiful piece of jewelry worn on the forehead. It typically consists of a pendant that rests on the center of the forehead and is held in place with a chain hooked into the hair. Gold maang tikkas are widely popular in India for their elegance, sophistication, and traditional appeal.

Symbolizing spirituality, beauty, and prosperity, the maang tikka is an essential part of bridal and festive jewelry. Gold maang tikkas come in various designs, from minimalistic and contemporary to intricate and heavily embellished ones, making them suitable for every occasion.

Why Buy Gold Maang Tikka Online in India?

Buying gold maang tikka online in India has become increasingly popular due to its convenience, variety, and competitive pricing. Here are some compelling reasons why online shopping is the best choice:

Vast Collection of Designs: The best online jewellery shop in India offers an extensive range of gold maang tikkas. From traditional temple designs to modern minimalistic styles, you can explore options that suit your personality and needs.

Convenience: Shopping for gold maang tikka online in India eliminates the need to visit multiple stores. With just a few clicks, you can browse, compare, and purchase from the comfort of your home.

Transparency: Many online stores provide detailed product descriptions, certifications, and customer reviews. This ensures you make an informed decision when buying jewelry.

Competitive Prices: The best online jewellery shop in India offers competitive pricing, exclusive discounts, and deals, making it a cost-effective way to purchase gold maang tikkas.

Trusted Quality: Reputable online stores offer hallmarked gold jewelry, ensuring authenticity and trust.

Types of Gold Maang Tikka You Can Find Online in India

When you buy a gold maang tikka online in India, you’ll be amazed at the variety available. Let’s look at the different styles that are popular:

1. Traditional Gold Maang Tikka

Traditional designs often feature intricate craftsmanship with floral, paisley, or temple-inspired patterns. These are perfect for brides or women looking to add a regal touch to their attire.

2. Kundan Gold Maang Tikka

Kundan maang tikkas feature exquisite designs with uncut stones embedded in gold. This style is a popular choice for brides as it exudes royalty and grandeur.

3. Polki Gold Maang Tikka

Polki designs combine raw diamonds with gold for a vintage appeal. These tikkas are timeless and elevate your traditional look effortlessly.

4. Minimalistic Gold Maang Tikka

For those who prefer understated elegance, minimalistic gold maang tikkas with delicate chains and small pendants are ideal for pre-wedding ceremonies or smaller functions.

5. Contemporary Gold Maang Tikka

Modern designs often mix gold with pearls, gemstones, or geometric shapes, making them suitable for fusion outfits and contemporary brides.

6. Matha Patti

A Matha Patti is an extended version of the maang tikka that includes side chains resting on the hairline. It creates a grand and dramatic look, making it perfect for brides.

Tips for Choosing the Perfect Gold Maang Tikka Online in India

When selecting a gold maang tikka, consider these factors to make the best purchase:

Face Shape:

Round face: Opt for a vertical design that elongates your face.

Oval face: You can choose any style, from small to oversized designs.

Heart-shaped face: A broader maang tikka works well to balance the forehead.

Square face: A rounded pendant softens the angular jawline.

Occasion:

For weddings, opt for heavy gold maang tikkas with intricate detailing.

For festivals or smaller ceremonies, minimalistic and lightweight tikkas work well.

Outfit:

Match your gold maang tikka with your outfit’s style, color, and embroidery. For heavily embellished outfits, go for a simpler maang tikka to avoid an overdone look.

Budget:

Decide on a budget beforehand and look for designs within that range. The best online jewellery shop in India offers various price options to cater to all budgets.

Authenticity:

Ensure that the gold maang tikka is hallmarked and comes with proper certification. Reputable online stores always prioritize authenticity and trust.

Where to Buy Gold Maang Tikka Online in India?

Finding the perfect gold maang tikka is no longer a hassle, thanks to the best online jewellery shop in India. Many online platforms offer a seamless shopping experience with high-quality jewelry and excellent customer service. Here’s what you can expect when purchasing from a trusted online store:

Quality Assurance: Authenticity guaranteed with hallmarked gold.

Wide Range: Choose from traditional, contemporary, and modern designs.

Customization Options: Some platforms allow customization based on your preferences.

Convenient Return Policies: Many online stores offer hassle-free returns and exchanges.

Secure Payments: Trusted payment gateways for a secure transaction process.

Shopping for a gold maang tikka online in India has never been easier. Reputed platforms ensure a reliable and delightful shopping experience, so you get the best value for your money.

Why Choose the Best Online Jewellery Shop in India?

When you’re investing in a piece of jewelry as timeless as a gold maang tikka, choosing the best online jewellery shop in India is crucial. Here’s why:

Unmatched Variety: These stores offer a diverse collection of gold maang tikkas suitable for every occasion.

Certified Jewelry: Ensures authenticity and quality assurance.

User-Friendly Experience: Easy navigation, clear product descriptions, and high-resolution images.

Competitive Pricing: Get the best designs at reasonable prices.

Customer Support: Responsive customer service for queries, customization, and assistance.

Final Thoughts

The gold maang tikka is a timeless accessory that adds grace, elegance, and cultural charm to any outfit. Whether you’re a bride-to-be or simply someone looking to enhance their festive look, buying a gold maang tikka online in India gives you access to an unparalleled variety of designs and styles.

With trusted platforms offering hallmarked jewelry, competitive prices, and outstanding customer service, you can confidently choose the best online jewellery shop in India to find your perfect piece. From traditional designs to contemporary styles, gold maang tikkas are the ultimate accessory for every Indian woman who wants to shine with poise and elegance.

So, why wait? Explore the best collections and shop for your dream gold maang tikka online in India today. Add a touch of tradition, charm, and beauty to your look—because you deserve nothing but the best!

[jodilin65]

SUNDAY, MARCH 31, 2013 It’s raining fast and furiously out there now. And of course, it has to do it at night when no one would be out hammering, sawing and running around on motorcycles or ATVs. We had some mild thunder and lightning earlier, too.

Yesterday’s outing was fun. I got my usual sirloin tips, eggs and pancakes at the IHOP, compliments of Tammy and Mark, and Tom got his usual ham and cheese omelet. It all came to $30. So did our can/bottle refund. The GC they sent paid for $25 of our breakfast. This was at 6:00 in the morning before the screaming little kiddies were out and about. We also wanted to get to Walmart after the isles weren’t so jammed up with boxes, but before the crowds hit there, too.

I couldn’t resist trying Revlon’s new nail art, Moon Candy. I thought it was a two-in-one lipstick at first till I realized it was for nails. It comes in a long tube. One end is the base color, the other is the glitter overcoat.

So we ended up having a little fun there, though only a third of the $200 we spent went to fun stuff. I love all the different soft, furry, colorful throw rugs and pillows they have, but I never really had any use for them.

While we’ve been doing quite well with not shopping our money away, living paycheck to paycheck like we used to, and buying tons of crap on credit, Walmart and Raley’s are the two stores we don’t hold back in. We easily spend $500 - $600 on groceries a month. It’s not so much because we’re getting a ton of stuff so much as it’s because we buy a lot of expensive items, especially me. Crab cakes, butterfly shrimp, cooked foods, gourmet sweets… I love to eat and I love the variety, so as usual, I woke up today choosing food over hunger, accepting the fact that I will always be heavy because of it. Someday I will probably be ghastly obese.

Since I can’t bring myself to diet hard enough and consistently enough to lose weight (which would only come right back) I’m trying to stay within the same 5-pound range depending on where I am in my cycle. I tend to gain 1-2 pounds of water and 3-4 in fat due to how hungry I am the week before periods. I dropped 2 pounds and will have the next 3 weeks to lose the remaining 3 pounds.

I also got a fleece-covered memory foam mask to try out when I’m on nights and needing to sleep with the window open. My silk one’s strap is getting a bit worn out.

I had to sample perfume, as always. Curves on my left arm, Lucky You on the right.

A while back I said I got Maybelline’s Whisper lipstick in One Pearl Fits All, and while I loved the moistness of it since it’s a gel-based lipstick, I found the color to be too light. It was barely visible. So I looked at all their colors online and got the Mad for Magenta I thought I would like best and it does. It’s the perfect shade that’s not too light, bright or dark.

When we were getting a new bag of bedding for the rats, I found a cute stuffed white rat with pink eyes, ears, feet and a tail in the cat section. Tom started to point out that the rats would only chew it up and destroy it in no time, but I wanted it for myself. They don’t make stuffed ratties for humans, so the cat section is one’s only hope for rats and mice.

A fun toy for rats is empty boxes they can have fun tearing up and nesting in, as well as things made of wood and metal. They can, however, even manage to chew through some types of metal.

I think that’s all the fun stuff we got, though we also stocked up on a lot of non-edibles like lotion, toilet paper and air freshener. For the first time in my life, I was glad to wear glasses when I accidentally sprayed Glade’s Starlit Evening, which I wanted to try, right in my face. That would’ve really stung like hell. Somehow I can see Andy, laughing, shaking his head and saying, “You dummy.”

Later…

Still raining long, hard and steady. I love the sound of the rain on the tin roof, which is one of the few things I’ll miss about this place.

Yesterday turned from fun to funny when Tom returned from the bank. After we returned with the groceries, he left me here and went out to pick up the mail and go to the bank to get what will hopefully be the last full payment for the Jes pest. Because the ATM limits how much you can withdraw, he decided to go inside and just deal with whatever sales pitch they wanted to throw at him. Instead of a sales pitch, the woman said, “You know, you’ve really got an awful lot of money in your account.” We currently have a savings and a checking account and most of our money is in savings. Pointing out the dangers of being ripped off should someone steal our debit cards, she suggested opening additional savings and checking accounts free of charge so we could scatter the money.

Tom mentioned that we’re thinking of buying a house without getting too into the subject and hit with all kinds of offers and suggestions there, too.

So I’m laughing my ass off while he’s telling me that he told her the money comes in faster than we can spend it since all he does is work, but he didn’t mention the inheritance that everyone but myself thinks I’ll still get. Then again, maybe I will. After all, the rich get richer while the poor get poorer. LOL, I hate to say it but it’s true.

She asked how we budget our money (I guess they have plans for that, too), and he shrugged and said, “When I want something I buy it.”

I was laughing so hard by this time. “Did you tell her less than a couple of years ago we were so broke we nearly killed ourselves so we wouldn’t starve on the streets?” I joked, even though it was NO joking matter at the time. It was downright stressful and even terrifying. Sometimes it really does take disaster to get one to smarten up with their money and SAVE! Buy cosmetics and stuffed rats instead of $300 dolls, and beware of Gillian O’Malley’s intimates. They make their sizes too big. Hell, my ass is swimming in a size small.

What was so funny about the whole thing is that we never thought anyone would ever suggest we protect our money by scattering it. We’ve made good money before; we just weren’t smart about it. We also didn’t expect to be alive beyond the first of October 2011, so it makes being told to scatter the money even funnier and more special. I just really hope we do get to spend it real soon on a new house!

As I wrote not too long ago, I had a dream Tom got a promotion that led him to second shift and a raise, but it never happened. We wondered if maybe I was just having a weak spell. It happens to all psychics no matter what kind of psychic they may be. Then Tom learned that although it’s temporary, they plan to add a third shift at work. Hmm… I wonder if the dream of him telling me he got the job and kissing me goodbye on his way to work when it was dark out could mean they’ll put him on graves for a while. They are going to give him a raise after all, though, and ironically that will be in April.

I will cover last night’s dreams in another post, one of which may mean something good. :)

I’m returning the favor and fucking with Maliheh’s head just like she did with mine. I told her I got her friend add, sure to emphasize the fact that it’s about time she added me, cuz hey, we are friends, right? But then I said that when I clicked on it, it disappeared.

Later…

Bourbon Pecan Pralines ice cream rocks! Just had to say so before getting into last night’s dreams.

In one of last night’s dreams, I was sitting in a restaurant discussing the “final application” to the park we want to get into, and how I was nervous in an excited kind of way. But I swear the people I was discussing it with were the late Jim Rome and Al Mandell. Something about going just past a yellow house with green trim, too. Is that where our future house is supposed to be?

In the next dream, I had a psychic reading done by this guy who reads palms, does tarot cards, and things like that which I’m not sure I really believe in. But what could it hurt at just 7 bucks? Or so I thought. It turns out I misunderstood the guy when he stated the cost. The reading was really $107 and must be paid in cash. All I had on me, though, was a 10-dollar bill.

I started getting a little nervous and looked around the dimly lit room. The guy who did the reading and almost all of the talking sat behind a desk smoking. Another guy stood leaning against the wall, arms folded in front of him. He smiled when I glanced his way, though the smile wasn’t genuine. The desk guy then told me they were affiliated with the mafia.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, trying to appear calm.

He nodded, took a long drag off his cigarette, and said, “That means we will get our money.”

I said I couldn’t get the money for a few days, and the guy said he was going to have his buddy follow me home to see where I lived in case I didn’t pay up in a few days like I said I would. So I went along with it, feeling I didn’t have much choice, and let the car slowly follow me as I walked down a sidewalk in a residential area. I scanned the houses for which one I should pretend was mine and decided on one with no car in its carport. I walked up to the side door and made like I was pulling my keys out of my purse, then smiled and waved at the guy in the car. Once he was out of sight, I ran to where I really lived.

The last dream I remember was rather sad. I was staying with a large wealthy family. No one forced me to be there, but I don’t know why I was there in the first place. They were paying me a fortune to do who knew what. After a few days – a week at the most – I felt a heavy sadness over how much I missed Tom. I ran to the little guesthouse I lived in after chatting with guests in the main house who had come for someone’s wedding who had gotten married on the grounds somewhere.

Suddenly, I knew I could no longer stay there. I just had to get home to Tom. Yet when I pulled out my cell I couldn’t remember the number to call him! Nor was it stored in the phone anywhere. A laptop sat on a small table and I went to see if I could send him an email but couldn’t get online. I began to panic at the thought of never being able to reach Tom and him thinking I’d forgotten him and actually liked my new life living with these rich people.

SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 2013 I should write down the series of strange dreams I had before I forget them. They’re just bits and pieces of senseless things, but I always thought it was neat to be able to look back upon dreams from years ago. Even fragments of dreams could hold meaning in them one can’t see at the time.

In the first fragment, I was part of a group home similar to what Molly’s in. At least I think it was supposed to be for the mentally fucked in the head. Anyway, I was in some field with a dozen or so others. Half a dozen of them were fellow group homies. The other half were staffers, but the “staffers” were a mix of former Valleyhead staff and detention officers from jail. One was “Teddy Bear,” the DO I liked that liked me back. The field had a grassy section. Someone asked why there was more grass there than other areas which were predominantly patches of dirt.

“Probably because the ground forms a bit of a dip in this section and is able to hold more rainwater,” I said, half hoping to impress Teddy Bear with my answer. Then I asked her if I were fat and she nodded.

Then I realized I had ballet slippers on and did some amazing spins I could never do in real life. One of the residents commented on it and I said, “Here, I’ll do a whole routine.”

Next thing I know I’m waking up from a nap. I’m in back of the group home on the top of the steps leading to the kitchen. Surprised to see that it was dark out, and hoping there were no bugs crawling on me, I groggily pulled myself up and stepped into the lighted kitchen. No one was there and I felt kind of hurt that no one saved me any dinner. I considered washing all the dishes that were piled up in the sink but then thought better of it.

I turned and headed back outside. Next thing I know it’s light again and I’m where a main road and a side street form a T. I had to get home to my parents’ house and started to turn down the side street until I realized that was silly. All I had to do was follow the main road a few blocks, turn right and there they would be. The house was on the corner. When I passed by our neighbor I thought it rude of the adults that lived there to allow their kids to keep their toys on the sidewalk. There was even a “cage” of sorts for the kids to play ball in without smashing windows or hitting cars.

I rounded the corner and climbed a series of cement steps, finding it weird that they led to a window and not a door. But when I saw that the window was open, I climbed in and was then inside an empty bedroom (mine?). I heard my mom talking on the phone in her bedroom next to this one and walked into the room. I kept hoping she’d notice me, put the phone down and want to chat. When she didn’t, I walked down a hall and into the living room where I noticed the front door was open. I thought that Dad must’ve stepped outside for a minute, and then woke up.

This isn’t the first dream I’ve had where they were still alive.

FRIDAY, MARCH 29, 2013 Death has been on my mind a lot what with so many people dying lately. I once wished both my siblings dead so bad that’s how pissed I was at them a while back. And now one is and one may not live more than 5-10 years. But the more I think about it, the more I am sure that I didn’t influence the situation at all. There’s been too much of a delay. Besides, my parents would have died a lot sooner than they did if my anger could actually influence death. A lot of people would be dead right now because of me if my getting intensely angry could kill. So I would say that no, my getting pissed off in 2000 and then again in 2010 had nothing to do with Tammy’s illness.

But death is still on my mind, my parents’ death, my brother, my foster mother, and then how Tom and I nearly killed ourselves to escape death by poverty.

Tom researched lung transplants some more and found that they only take what’s called lobes from live people and not a full lung. So that’s why they prefer the donor to be dying. That way they can take a whole lung or even both lungs.

I don’t know what to think at this time. Things could take a fast turn for the worst and she could need the transplant within a year only to have it not take, or she could not need it for 5 years and end up with a successful transplant. Or maybe it will be a severe infection that ends up killing her since her immune system is shot as well.

This is pure speculation but right now I think we’re going to go 50s, 60s, 70s, and 80s. Larry died in his 50s, my parents in their 80s, and I wonder if Tammy will die in her 60s and me in my 70s. Unless God decides to have me killed in some way I don’t suspect, 70s makes sense if Tom were to live a normal lifespan. Most people make it to their 80s and he’s almost a decade older than me. I always knew I would kill myself the day he died if he died first, so 70s kind of makes sense.

If that’s true, imagine what my parents would’ve thought if they could know decades ago that none of their kids would outlive them. Assholes or not, I’m sure they wouldn’t have been happy to know that. They beat their own parents by 5 years.

Although I know I would definitely want to, I would have to kill myself if Tom died before retirement because I wouldn’t be able to make a living that would sustain me. After retirement, I could technically live as long as I was close enough to buses, though I still wouldn’t want to. Back when I lived alone when I was young; that was different. That was new, that was fun, that was adventurous, and cursed or not, I loved my independence and had my whole life ahead of me. Living alone as an old lady would be a whole different story.

Wish I knew if those who claimed to end up in hell after attempting suicide are for real or just saying that to deter others from trying it. Oh well. God has always had a deep hatred for me, so maybe He’ll send me to hell even if I don’t kill myself someday.

Time to get some proofreading done till the Jes pest starts his daily racket. Tom thinks it’s perfectly normal to hear your neighbors every day, even if they’re 200’ away. Oh, really? I thought it was only normal if they were just a few feet away. I guess he may have a point, though, cuz even though I can’t believe Jesse can hear us from inside his house like we can hear him from inside here, he should easily be able to hear my music when it’s blasting when he’s outside. Probably even the treadmill.

THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 2013 Although it was pretty much what I already knew or at least figured, Tammy was kind enough to leave me another message. Poor thing sounds horrible, though. Her cough sounds worse than the one I had when I had that killer flu. The only thing I’m unclear on is what the probability is of her needing a lung transplant. Either way, it could take a few years as the donor needs to be on their way out and the proper match for her or else her body will simply reject the new lung.

She also talked to Walter and said the same thing – in late April I can expect some money. I guess they’re still trying to sort out the mess Mom and some other guy made, no doubt with the help of God above, in order to help stall our plans even longer. But just what other hurdles may we be up against that have nothing to do with how much savings we have? I guess we’ll be finding out soon enough. If we don’t get out of here by the fall, that’s it. I give up. If something isn’t meant to be, then it’s just not meant to be. We’ll go rent some other place if we’re just going to keep being delayed from buying a place for one reason or another. I just would prefer not to live with our landlord.

Yesterday morning I looked at the clock and saw it was coming up on 8am. A sense of dismay came over me to know that any minute the peace would be shattered by the Jes pest somehow. I just didn’t know if it would be with hammering, sawing or loud vehicles. This damn cock just can’t stay indoors and sit still to save his life! I wish to hell it would rain more often but the rain in these parts has become as scarce as rain in the desert. It just hardly ever rains here anymore and it’s been that way for two years now. No one should have to hear their ONE neighbor that’s hundreds of feet away every single fucking day of their lives. But I know that no matter where we go, there’ll just be some regular annoyance there, too. We’re just doomed in that department.

It’s going to be 74° here today and unfortunately, I’m on nights, which is going to make crashing at noon a bit tough. Trailers are a tough thing to live in when you have a rotating schedule and a funky cooling system. Tom’s got the thermostat running on the computer, but we may have to turn the water on the cooler soon as the fan may not be enough. I’m tired of this having to heat really early in the morning and cool during the afternoon. I just want a normal house with a normal roof and walls! Having such low ceilings doesn’t help either, since heat rises. At 7’ there isn’t much space for it to rise to in the afternoons. sighs For now I’m just going to enjoy the next 8 hours of peace till the noise starts up again. Really wish this bastard would break a leg or that something would lay him up for the next 6 weeks, but every day that it’s not over 90° or raining out, it’s out there pounding away at something or running and gunning whatever. That’s about 300 days of the year.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 27, 2013 Unfortunately, I’m in a very sad and angry frame of mind right now, and getting a bit concerned for my family’s well-being as a whole. I fear something up there is bound and determined to pick us off one by one. Let’s just say that if Tammy dies I’m going to go from concerned to downright scared.

Tammy left a message yesterday and she sounded awful. Very strained and out of breath. You could tell talking was hard for her. For the first time since having that dream last summer where Tammy died, I’m worried it may end up being an unusually delayed dream premonition. I didn’t think much of it at the time since most dreams I have that are true or are going to come true end up coming true within 12-72 hours of the dream. Occasionally it’s been months or years, but not very often. Yet it’s looking more and more likely that yes, she will indeed need a lung transplant. According to the statistics, though, 50% of those who have a lung transplant only live 5 years. It seems like an awful lot to go through for so little, but what else can she really do at this point? All the infections she had caused scarring in both lungs during the year she wasn’t treated and they were trying to make a proper diagnosis, which then caused the lungs to harden in some parts, making it very hard to get oxygen.

It just sucks that right when we finally get the past worked out and have grown close that this shit has to happen. But why? It’s hard to believe it’s a coincidence. Mom and Dad, I could see because they were old and sickly and it’s common for long-term couples to die in the same year. But then Larry died and now Tammy’s gravely ill. Does God want to kill her so He can have fun beating us over the head with money and know we’d have no one to run to for help? Is there some other family curse going on? If she doesn’t make it past the next 5 years or so I’m going to seriously wonder if I’ll make it to 60. Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it. For a while, I wondered if I’d even make it to 30, and less than two years ago I was pretty damn sure I had more than a foot in the grave, but I’m still here. So maybe the transplant will allow her to live a full life. And maybe the death dream doesn’t mean a damn thing.

The job promotion dream didn’t mean anything cuz he didn’t get it. We’re ok with that, though, cuz it might actually be a good thing. We would’ve preferred the hours and for him to work less so he could have a bit of a life after working all these 58-hour weeks. But second shift is more at risk of layoffs, and while he would’ve made more per hour, it would’ve been less money overall due to working fewer hours. He doesn’t know yet who got the job. Let me guess… a young black guy? A foreigner?

That’s another thing. I’m tired of pretending I don’t have a problem with blacks just to keep people happy. I do. Not all of them, of course, but I have a problem with the ones who use their race as a weapon against others and as a means of getting ahead no matter who may get hurt along the way. I have a problem with the ones who use the law to screw whites that piss them off just because they can and because they know we’re living in a time when anything they say will automatically be believed no matter how untrue it may be. I have a problem with the ones who are never charged with hate crimes, who are given easier sentences than whites convicted of the same crimes, and the ones who can have their black pageants and their black this and that WITHOUT being called racists, quite unlike their white counterparts. That’s what I have a problem with. Meanwhile, if this pisses anyone off who may read this, well, that’s your problem.

Andy asked me if I searched for the pretty blond cop he told me about that walked some girls into court or something like that. I have no idea what he’s talking about. Maybe I’m the one sporting the brain tumor.

I have a lot more to write about but I think that because this entry’s getting long enough I’ll break it up into multiple posts.

Later…

I’m going to make my LJ blog a voice post blog once we get moved. I’ll only be able to make up to 5 posts a week, but it may be fun and something different than the usual text blog.

Tammy also said she was still going to try to catch Walter and find out what’s going on, but I’ve given up there. I just can’t believe the bastard above would allow my parents to abuse me, then let me profit off of them, even if it were just a few grand. Then again, a few grand could never undo what they did to me anyway. All it could do would be to help make things go a little easier and a little faster. But since God doesn’t want us getting a place of our own, of course He’s going to do all he can to stall and delay things. Then when we finally do defy Him and get what we want, I can just imagine what punishments may be in store for us, but I’m not going to let it stop me.

Another week and Tom will actually talk to the people in our favorite parks, which have the strictest criteria for getting into, and see just what we’re up against. If the hurdles aren’t worth getting over, there are still other parks that are plenty decent enough. He still wants to check out that park where the people own a percentage of it and the monthly payments are only about $400.

Been thinking about it and I would give up a lung for Tammy if I could. I still think it’s a bit much to go through for what could be so little, and I doubt I’d be a suitable candidate, but if the hospital and insurance people paid for all the expenses, I could fly there and go under the knife for her and be back home soon enough. Obviously, we have the same blood type, whatever that may be, but I’m 8” shorter, I did smoke for 18 years, and I have asthma. My asthma may be dormant, but it’s still there. It’s like with a recovering alcoholic. Just because they haven’t had a drink in a while doesn’t mean they’re not still alcoholics.

Her daughters aren’t candidates for various reasons, and Mark smokes, so he’s out of the question.

She mentioned seeing some show about a woman who has lots of rats and even sleeps with them. LOL, I’ve gotten so many people to see rats in a whole new light. Now whenever they see or hear of rats, they think of me and my furry little friends. We’ve slept with our rats in motels, but it’s not something I like to make a habit of because I’m a light sleeper and they tend to chew holes in bedding.

Romeo, Sugar, and I were all playing earlier, it’s so cute how they compete for attention like dogs and nudge each other aside so they can get under my massaging hands. Romeo really loves to burrow in the sleeve of my robe. Sugar likes to play tag, Romeo likes to use me as a secret hideaway.

Later…

My henna tats now look like old coffee stains. It was a definite waste of money, but at least now I know what it’s like.

Tom’s sleeping in this morning because he was hungry when he woke up to pee earlier and was up for a couple of hours while we discussed Tammy and other things.

I feel so bad for Amanda Knox and how they overturned her acquittal and are retrying her case in Italy. I not only believe she’s innocent but what a fucked up judicial system Italy has! I thought this country was bad. She must really hate the hell out of that country by now. I wouldn’t blame her. Other than speaking a gorgeous language, the country’s full of bigots with a joke of a legal system. They obviously don’t have Double Jeopardy, which we have here that prevents one from being tried for the same case more than once. From what Tom said he read, she doesn’t have to return to Shitaly. They can try her from home. But what makes it even weirder is that they can’t extradite her if she’s convicted again. I would just change my appearance and run.

I cringe at the thought of just how many times the corrupt cop who helped railroad me on behalf of his welfare bum buddies would have tried me over and over and over again for their little letter if they could have. OMG, I won’t even go there as far as what I’d have done to them had they tried to fuck me over a second time. Let’s just say I would’ve made a very nasty example out of them as to just what could happen to those who use and abuse the law against others in the name of power, control, and hate. But hey, they weren’t 100% invincible. The cop did lose his job after all.

TUESDAY, MARCH 26, 2013 How I wish I’d never had the great misfortune of having trolls like the Kimolly Duo latch onto me! But when you’re a heavy blogger like I am it’s bound to happen sooner or later. If it wasn’t them, it’d just be someone else.

Sometimes I’m not sure I want to bother with any Ask account at all, figuring Andy and I could share pics via email and keep in touch on Facebook. That way he could create whatever accounts he wanted and do what he wanted over there. Not that I’m condemning him or anything like that, but I thought that by now he too, would find most of the people there young, dumb, naïve, dull, and immature in every way. Lady Di is a rare gem on that site. I just thought he would’ve outgrown these sorts of people just like we outgrew prank phone calls. Some of the calls were funny, but looking back on it I see how immature it was and couldn’t imagine myself finding it a fun pastime as I once did. I really prefer to hang with more mature, stable people both on and offline, but hey, that’s just me.

I’ll go ahead and use my new account, though, but if they find us, I’m gone. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of sticking around. I’m going to make sure my answers aren’t in the stream, but I guess it’s ok to allow for anonymous questions. Since I can’t imagine ever being able to talk Andy into disallowing anonymous questions, I hope he’ll at least keep the account he’ll use with me as secret as possible. I’m not even going to ask Lady Di anything. Those trolls must know we were friends there and I’m sure they’re watching her feed for anything that smells of us.

For blogs, I made one for friends only, one private, and left the other one just sitting there. I’ll slap Tumblr links on my FB wall for my friends there. The trolls still don’t know about that blog.

Mary is still shopping her unemployment money away, and I sometimes wonder if she has other sources of income I don’t know about. If she does, it’s none of my business, so I haven’t asked.

Why do people continue to associate with abusive parents? I just don’t get that. We encourage people to leave abusive lovers, but not their parents? Why? Just because they “gave birth to them?” Just because they’re “getting old?” Abusers are abusers! Period. Yet I hear of so many people who are adults and on their own that put up with so much shit from their evil parents.

I swear I will never ever again have surgery no matter what any doctor says. It’s scary but true to know that any surgery I’ve ever had has only worsened the situation. The only surgery I ever really needed was the one to put my arm back together. But if they had just left me the hell alone in Boston I wouldn’t have later developed problems with the bullshit frame they tried to reconstruct, and if they’d left me the hell alone in Phoenix (though they had to operate for fear of tumors they couldn’t see in X-rays and CAT scans) I wouldn’t be suffering on and off today since it turned out that all I needed was for the damn frame to be dismantled.

How did Susan Atkins get to be so damn hot? I have always been fascinated by the sick, twisted minds of the Manson family and their heinous crimes. I was browsing YouTube videos when I saw a link to a jailhouse interview she did in 1976, 7 years into her life sentence. She was 28. I always thought she was the best-looking of the Manson girls, though the most evil. But what I saw was not only an incredibly beautiful woman, but one you would never in a million years think could be the monster that she was. I could say the same thing for Leslie Van Houten’s later interviews. She just seems so damn “normal,” like she could be anybody’s mom working any job, etc. The kind that would smile and happily gab with you if you ran into her in the grocery store and offer to help you out if you needed it.

Susan was a little shorter than I usually go for, but oh what beautiful long straight brown hair she had! Love those dark, dark eyes, too. Her makeup was perfect and her skin seemed flawless. She must’ve gotten hit on like crazy in that place. She didn’t sound anything like I’d expect, though. She had a high-pitched girlie-like voice that I kind of didn’t expect from her. I expected something a bit more forceful and louder.

While she was responsible for what she did, I do buy the part where she talks about LSD making you do things you wouldn’t normally do. I totally believe that drugs can alter the mind and one’s behavior. None of them have denied being guilty and all but Charlie have expressed remorse. But are they really remorseful? I guess only they would know. The ones that are still alive, that is.

Gotta really, really wonder what the hell kind of people can marry and have kids with these people. I can’t believe it’s even legal. No criminal, especially one expected to be behind bars forever, should be allowed to bring a baby into the world. For what? So it can have to go live with someone else and then possibly deal with the shame and embarrassment of knowing who its mother was when it’s older? How selfish and thoughtless! If you want to let crazies and various fanatics marry these killers, at least don’t allow them to have sex and reproduce for God’s sake.

Later…

I’m a little late with today’s entry mostly because I’m busy catching my Tumblr blog up to date. The blog the trolls don’t know about.

Tammy said she had a doctor’s appointment in the morning and was going to talk to Walter and then call me, but I never got a call or a message on Facebook, so I’m a little concerned about her. Hopefully, she’ll be ok.

Sure wondering what’s up with Andy, too. LOL, lately he seems to be a lot more forgetful than I’ve ever known him to be. I don’t know if something’s wrong, if he’s just playing with me, or if he’s not getting all my emails, because there have been too many things lately that I know I’ve mentioned either directly or in journals yet he acts like he hasn’t heard a thing about it. Today he asked who the fuck was Kathy and I thought, you’ve got to be kidding. This is a joke, right? I swear I sent the entry to him on how she dumped me for bashing God, but email doesn’t always get delivered. In an age where communication is supposed to be easier than ever, it sure doesn’t seem that way at times when your Facebook and email messages don’t go through.

Let’s see… I have period cramps, caught Nane before she crashed, and now I have a grin on my face over the sheer frustration the trolls are going through. I admit I sometimes like fucking with them in an indirect sort of way. Like with archives that hold blog titles that they just can’t quite open. Yeah, I learned that if you set your blog to friends only, one can still access your archive on MO unless you hide the archive tab. When they click on a title nothing will happen, though. I also decided not to back up entries on LJ every day. However, I figured I’d at least throw titles on even though the body of the post is blank so all I have to do when I’m ready to bring it up to date is fill in the entries. That’s gotta have the fuckers pretty confused, too. Molly spent a whole 20 minutes today trying to figure out how to read entries on both blogs, LMAO.

Wish I could snap my fingers and jump ahead a week. That way we’ll know if he’s going to get the promotion, and we’ll have a much better idea of how hard (or easy) it may be to get into our top two favorite parks. I still don’t expect anything inheritance-wise. Like I said, if my parents weren’t much help to me alive, why should they be now that they’re dead? We’ll be fine on our own, though. What we’ll have to decide – if they say our credit isn’t good enough for our top parks – is do we want to wait until it is, or do we settle for the runner-up parks?

MONDAY, MARCH 25, 2013 Fucking Molly asked Andy a question on FS. If she contacts my friends or me again I will be contacting the group home she resides in. She’s in their custody and she’s their responsibility. So if there’s any more unwanted contact, I will have the group home remove her online privileges. Period. It’s that simple. So… the ball’s in her court.

That was really stupid of me to post my FS link in my blog. I figured that with just a few days to go there it couldn’t harm anything. Had I known she was going to contact Andy I never would’ve posted it. She said some stupid shit like, “Who is behind this account? It needs to be taken down.”

It really bothers me that after I know damn well I asked Andy numerous times before to block and ignore her that he answered her. I really think Tom’s right and that he actually likes trolls. Well, as soon as the shit starts up on our new Ask accounts I’m out of there. He finds this immature shit funny, but I have better things to do with my time.

There are actually a lot of things he says or does that I know I told him about and it makes me wonder about him. Is he ignoring me? Is something wrong with his memory? Or is he just playing games?

I deactivated my old Ask account. I’m sick of Kim’s shit as well, and I don’t want to be logging in and out of two accounts. Jumping back and forth like that would be a pain.

What they don’t know and what I won’t put online is that just to make them wonder what the hell happened to me, I’m going to stop updating MD and LJ for a while, set MO to friends only, and just share links on FB to my Tumblr blog.

Still no word at work about the promotion. Hopefully, he’ll be given a second interview. He should find out tomorrow. And I should strangle him. He just came and stunk up this room with Bengay. I never did care for that wintergreen scent. Time for some opium incense.

I’ve still been having hunger issues that just won’t quit, but I totally give up on trying to control that. I just can’t. So if I could adapt to gaining 50 pounds as I have over the last 25 years, then I’ll just have to adapt to 50 more, and another 50, and another 50…

I missed Nane by half an hour or so. She was sweet enough to wait around for me, but as I told her. I’m on nights now so I won’t be up before she crashes for about a week.

SUNDAY, MARCH 24, 2013 If all goes well, next week should be our final full rent payment. We’d have been out of here a year ago if we hadn’t changed our plans and decided to go for the gold, so to speak. Good things are worth waiting for, but I can’t wait to get out of here! It’s going to be so nice living in a place that doesn’t get so damn cold at night and hot in the daytime. It’s in the 80s in here without the cooler running yet it’s not even that hot out. It’s only in the upper 60s. I can’t wait to have a real roof and normal walls surrounding me! And a fast connection, and well, I could go on and on and on with all that I look forward to.

Looks like my henna tats, which went from piss-yellow to diarrhea brown, are starting to fade.

Although I don’t miss my parents one bit, it’s still hard at times to know I can no longer simply reach for the phone and call them. It seems like just yesterday that they were just 10 digits away.

The only good thing I can say about them was that they were liberal. They didn’t think it was wrong for a woman to decide what to do with her own body. They didn’t think it was wrong for two people of the same gender to love each other. They hated those of different races (though I never knew them to have anything against Asians and American Indians) and just about everything else under the sun, but they were otherwise surprisingly liberal. I guess part of that is due to where they were from. So maybe it’s not so surprising after all when you were born and raised in the first state to allow gay marriage.

Tom’s snoring away right now, and my nocturnal friends are playing. I can hear them loud and clear in the other room and I even wonder how Tom can sleep through their racket. Rats are pretty wild at night. They wrestle with each other, make highly audible chewing sounds on their Coke box, and sometimes I’ll hear a squeal or two if one gets a bit rough with the other. So cute how they jump up to the top of the cage for treats and backrubs whenever I walk by. Now I hear their bell with the wood chews jingling.

SATURDAY, MARCH 23, 2013 Had a dream that Tom got the promotion only it was for $15, not much of a raise. He may turn it down in that case because while he may already make a lot of money and get good benefits, second shift is riskier as much as we’d prefer it, and once he accepts whatever, that’s it, he’s locked in. So if my dream means anything at all, he’ll have to think about it and weigh the pros and cons.

What didn’t make sense was him kissing me goodbye on his way to work at night in another dream (in our new house?). They don’t have a third shift where he works.

I have to think about what to do with my Ask account. Well, I don’t have to, but there are 4 possibilities. I could keep using it. I could abandon it. I could deactivate it and use a secret account till my stalkers find it or Ask shuts down. I could deactivate it and never use Ask again.

Molly’s harassing Alison through her fellow group homies. A guy named Michael, who Molly’s mentioned before in her blog, was apparently ordered by Molly to friend her (Aly didn’t accept) and tell her that Molly misses her and the same old crap she’s been doing for a decade now. Aly said she’s given her enough chances. Michael said she’s “mean.” Aly blocked him.

Alison also gave me Kim’s latest FB link to block. She’s going as Kim Lee these days, but said she’s probably already got me blocked. My first thought was, why would she block me? She’s the one that stalks me, so why would she block me and be unable to spy on me, even if there isn’t much to spy on there? But she did. That is so trollish, too. When I read up on trolls I learned that it’s not only common for them to first reach out to their victims via a cry for help (like Molly did with Aly and I), but to turn the tables and play victim as if we’re the ones bothering them.

Kim probably has other accounts no one knows about that she keeps tabs on people with, hoping they’ll eventually go public. I would if there was a way to keep my friend’s names hidden when they comment or like something of mine, but as of yet there’s no way to do so.

FRIDAY, MARCH 22, 2013 Believe it or not, the hives I got from wasting time and money on that Alli crap are still visible. I still refuse to diet, too. I’ve not only learned that yes, you CAN be fat AND happy. It’s just not worth all the hunger and aggravation for such minimal results. I’ll do what I can to remain fit, but that’s as far as I’m going these days.

Really worried that Mary’s going to end up on the streets. She won’t stop shopping. I hated to sound like her mother, but as a concerned friend I told her to be careful and she just laughed. But it’s not funny!

It’s one thing to end up poor due to circumstances out of our control. It happened to me and it can happen to you, too. But what baffles the hell out of me is why people that are smart enough to know better go and shop away money they don’t have and that they know damn well they should be saving. These are people that are on unemployment, for God’s sake! If our lovely government can decide to tell Tom and I to fuck off for “not working long enough,” think they won’t hesitate to make street bums out of you, too? Well, hopefully they won’t, but they just might. Again, if it can happen to us it can happen to you. There is nothing funny about homelessness. The 36-hour taste my husband and I got of it felt like 36 months! Really, it’s not funny. Don’t foolishly put yourself at risk. It’s ok to want things, but do learn to say “no” to these things till you have a job or win the lottery.

We had a vehicle at the time and it was bad enough being on the street even though we could park it in various parking lots and sit in it. But what if you don’t have a vehicle of your own? Would you be laughing then? If your only choice was to stand outside in the cold or the rain, would it still be funny?

Mary’s too far to rescue should she end up on the street. It’s easy to say, “I’m nobody’s caretaker,” and “It’s their problem,” and “I don’t want anyone else’s problems bringing me down,” but what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t take in someone I was close to that needed it if they were in my area? They’d do the same for me, wouldn’t they? Well, if they wouldn’t, then I guess they weren’t a true friend. But that’s beside the point. The point is that I just don’t get people at times. I guess for some people it’s like gambling. Sometimes you get on a roll and it’s hard to stop, and after being locked up for 14 years, Mary has had to go without for so damn long. I can understand her eagerness to want to catch up on life’s fun things, but I do worry about her just the same. I know I can’t tell her what to do. She’s an adult, I’m not her mother, and I have no place in telling her how to live her life, so she better hope that the God who allowed her 11-month-old daughter to be murdered gives a shit a little more about her well-being and will see to it that the checks keep coming until she finds work if she’s not going to stop the overspending.

Just saw a banner ad that says, “What does leadership look like?” Then there’s a picture of a black person. So, so very 21st century. Next thing you know ads will appear saying, “What do followers look like?” Then the white guy will be pictured.

Later…

Alison asked me not to post what she told me about Kim in my blog, and I won’t. Actually, I’m trying to give the impression that we’re no longer friends. Nonetheless, Kim asked her a week ago if they could be friends again, and Alison told her it’s best to leave things as they are. She still feels angry for being made such a fool of and I don’t blame her. She also realizes that there’s no point in resuming a friendship that never truly existed and realizes how insane she is what with the sheltered and made-up world she lives in. I agree. Kim’s world is nothing but food, computers and role-playing.

I totally believe Alison is right not to forgive her. Forgive crazy and crazy just fucks you over all over again. There’s no reasoning with crazy. Crazy can’t change. Better to just leave someone you dislike and can’t trust to be themselves rather than try to change them, cuz people simply can’t be changed. Well, they can, but only if they want to and you usually need some degree of sanity and reasoning to do so.

Alison hasn’t heard from Kim since then, but a couple of guys from Molly’s group home tried to unsuccessfully befriend her. She’s got Molly blocked and Molly uses others to try to get what she wants when she can’t go directly to the source. Had to laugh when I learned that her mother changed her PW on FB for bashing fellow group homies. That’s something she would do. Molly can’t get along with anybody and I mean anybody.

Andy and I should probably be careful what we say if we ever communicate with people like Lady Di from our new Ask accounts. In fact, if we were smart we wouldn’t ask anyone else any questions at all so as not to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.

Oh, that crazy Connecticut cunt, though. It doesn’t think I know what questions on Ask are from her, but I do. My first thought was to just give her stupid, crazy, boring, senseless questions an equally stupid, crazy, boring, senseless answer, but in her sick, twisted mind, that’ll mean we’re friends again. Well, we’re not. We’re never going to be either. Same goes for Kathy.

But Kim is crazy and knows nothing but food, fantasies and cyberstalking, so I don’t want her getting the wrong idea and taking my answering her to mean we’re buddies again. But rather than go non-anonymous, I’ll just ignore what comes in from her (and yes, I do know what’s hers) until I get sick of it enough to shut it down again. Besides, if FS is shutting down, Ask probably will too, won’t it?

Tom was interviewed but may not know anything till next week. They actually interviewed tons of people. The finalists are going to have another interview on Monday or Tuesday. If they care about who’s most qualified, then Tom has a great chance. If they only care who’s got the youngest, darkest skin like so many places do, then he doesn’t. Funny, the number of people who have told me they realized I’m right about certain things. Maybe they’ll realize I’m right about God, too.

I have been battling PMS hunger like crazy for 3 days now. I eat, I’m hungry, I eat, I’m hungry… Every month I reset my weight back to where it was before the PMS hunger set in. I probably could lose weight, even with a fucked up thyroid, if it weren’t for PMS undoing the weight that naturally comes off during the first two weeks after periods. But I absolutely totally REFUSE to ever diet again. I do want to eventually get my thyroid checked and I do worry about gaining more weight. I don’t mind staying where I’m at, though, because it’s what I’m used to and it does have its advantages. No guy’s going to pester a big girl like me if I were alone at the pool of whatever park we move to. Also, if some 120-pound chick gets it in mind to casually threaten me simply because she may be taller, I’m sure I’d get a kick out of the look on her face when this 145-pound bitch with a temper and a definite distaste for being threatened tosses her halfway across the room. So yeah, life in full figure mode does have its advantages, and these curves aren’t going anywhere anytime soon anyway.

What people can’t see can work in one’s favor, too. You can see the muscle in my abs, shoulders and calves, but the rest of me doesn’t look muscular at all because it is covered in so much fat. So I don’t look nearly as strong as I am and that in itself can be an advantage if you’re underestimated.

Later…

Cray.

I laughed knowingly when I caught a part of an older man’s journal who said he hated some of the new “words” coming out, like cray, and didn’t get today’s “creative” language and spelling. Like most young people, I found it amusing and entertaining when I was young, but at 47 I can’t help but see it as immature in some ways. To each their own, and no, I’m not saying anyone should change, but for me, there are no such words in the English language as cray, meh and some of the other shit that’s out there these days. I can deal with chillax perhaps because it is a combination of two words that actually do exist and are spelled properly. However, it’s almost the visual equivalent to nails on a chalkboard when I see sometimes spelled like sumtimes and probably spelled like probly. I can see “I luv u 2” to save on limited character spacing, but it’s really no wonder each generation is getting more and more illiterate.

While I’m ranking on people for some of the stupid shit they do to annoy me, it never ceases to amaze me just how many people get so damn upset over what others choose to write about in their own journals. Just so, so upset like it’s a personal insult or false rumors against them. Why do so many people get so emotional about other people’s journals and take things so damn personally? Like everything’s about you and your own precious little opinions. Want to express your opinions? Do it in your own damn blog cuz I’m not about to write mine with you in mind. Really, why read people’s blogs if it’s just going to get you so upset? Just wondering, is all. :)

Some of you act like you were forced to read my blogs or you just couldn’t help but see it. Sorry folks, but it doesn’t come to you. YOU go to IT. So if you can’t handle it, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut and move on. Complaining won’t get you anywhere anyway with me because I write for ME. I’m too selfish to write what others want to hear, and as I’ve said before, there’s no such thing as writing to please everyone anyway. So if it hadn’t been for the one who criticized me for being willing to defend myself against anyone who threatened or attacked me, someone else would’ve criticized me for doing nothing and allowing myself to be assaulted had I said that that’s what I would do instead.

So never assume your opinion will change things. It is heard but it is not necessarily a tool to shape, change, or mold people into how you think they should be.

Ok, I guess that concludes my bitchfest against humanity for a while. :)

Now I’ve got till the 31st to decide if I want to put my old Ask account back to sleep when FS shuts down, or just abandon it like Andy did with his account. I definitely don’t want to be logging in and out of two different accounts. That gets to be a real pain.

Later…

Tom and I discussed things and everything’s still on for picking a place out in April. Everything is still going as planned and falling into place nicely. So unless anything arises that we can’t see, we should have 70 days or less in this little old dump with our engine-gunning landlord up the hill.

I just burst out laughing and then I felt my eyes sting with tears of happy anticipation. It just seems so unreal. Although we didn’t struggle the entire time, we’ve been living in nothing but tiny dives since 2005. To think we are that close to owning a real house with sufficient space, more than just a few wall outlets, and an extra bathroom, is mind-boggling. It’s just so hard to believe. I thought we’d rent undersized dumps for the rest of our lives.

We won’t give the good news to Jesse (which will be bad news for him) until the place is officially in escrow. bursts out laughing again Escrow. Listen to me. Damn, that’s really me saying that.

I can’t wait to get the show on the road! Not just for obvious reasons, but there are so many other things we’ve been putting on hold until the move, some by choice and some of it not by choice. I can’t wait to have a fast, reliable connection that doesn’t cut in and out on me!

I’m looking around me in the room in which I’m now sitting. I’ve seen these walls for half a decade now. It seems so weird to know that in 70 days or less, I’ll never see them again. It will be the first move in a long, long time that I will be excited about instead of stressed or sad.

The lack of dreams is a bit weird, but I don’t see everything in my dreams before it happens anyway. I just thought I would because I saw many details about the last two places before we found them.

THURSDAY, MARCH 21, 2013 Did my own nail design and hated how it came out. White, pink and green specs on royal blue and turquoise backgrounds. After I removed it I applied Nicole’s Iceberg Lotus, one of my favorites.

Now that my nails don’t look like a child had some fun with them, I’m ready to write. I was asked on Ask “You seem very negative. Is there anything that makes you truly happy?”

Pretty sure I know who asked this, too. I was a bit surprised. I thought we were done with each other. Aren’t they supposed to hate me? Either way, I didn’t mind answering the question and thought it’d make for a good blog entry.

Yes, many things make me happy. :) I realize that I can be a rather dynamic and dramatic writer who may come off as angrier, stressed or sad than she actually feels. I’ve noticed this in my writing before. Reading back on some things I said to myself, “I don’t remember feeling THAT upset.”

If I wrote, “I hate streaky nail polish, argh!” It could lead one who doesn’t know me very well to believe that streaky nail polish really pisses me off big time when in fact it’s just a small annoyance. But I write how I write. :) This doesn’t mean that I haven’t had many hardships that have helped hone my way of thinking and being. I have. There are many reasons I am the way I am.

To answer her question about what makes me truly happy - some of those are small things like a good book, a tasty meal, or my favorite music. Some are big things like the love of my husband, having enough food to eat, and not having to struggle to pay the rent. Things are TREMENDOUSLY better than they were a couple of years ago when things got so bad it damn near killed us. For years we tried desperately to grasp the reigns of our lives but it wasn’t to be for quite a while. But now we’re once again in the driver’s seat of our lives and we intend to keep it that way for as long as we can and try not to fall prey to circumstances out of our control, be it the economy, evil-doers, etc.

As someone else said, people would be just as quick to question me if I always wrote positive, happy things. They would demand to know what it was I was hiding. I’m not stupid. I know how people are. What some accept, others will challenge.

Later…

Sure enough, Kim’s at it again on Ask. So much for being a “changed” woman. She asked whatever happened to “Tia” and if we still keep in touch. Why would anyone else ask that? Then she said, “What makes you think this is Kim?”

Well, maybe it was Molly, Alison, Judy or someone else altogether, but somehow I doubt it.

Today I got more online attention from those I don’t care to get it from as opposed to those whose online presence and attention are always welcomed. Sad, huh? Makes me wonder just what it is I’m doing wrong. I’m sure someone on my-diary will be quick to tell me. That site seems to be the leader in insults for feedback, perhaps because it’s easier to hide there under false identities and email addresses. That’s ok. I can quit picking up messages there if I get tired of the same old kiddy drama. :)

I also got my first henna kit today and boy did I fuck up! First I had trouble transferring stencils, then I had trouble with the consistency of the dye. You squeeze the dye out of a bottle through a metal needle and the problem was that I kept getting such thick lines of dye that was hard to control. Because there was too much dye, it obscured the design I was trying to create. Sometimes the dye would stop flowing altogether due to little air pockets, causing me to have to squeeze a little harder and get an even bigger glob of dye.

So my thumb and index finger “rings” look like worms, my stars and hearts are distorted, my leafy vine looks more like a grapevine, and I don’t know how to describe the last two designs. They look alien. That’s all I can say.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 20, 2013 OMG, this is too fucking funny! Since reactivating my Ask account, what I suspect to be Molly, asked if I thought I was going to hell right around the time she answered her own question from someone asking her to guess who they are who supposedly checks her out on FB daily (I have her blocked there). I thought it might be her due to the way it was written, the nature of the question, then seeing that she was around at the time. I deleted this question.

Today, however, I get asked: Do you keep secrets from people?

I ran and found I had a blog view from Harlingen where Molly’s from that came in around the same time as the question. Molly’s group home is in Austin and she hasn’t said anything in her blog about going home anytime soon. This told me it was probably the mother, who has harassed me before right along with her darling daughter. Deciding to give Mommy Dearest a big shock at best if I were right, and at worst, not causing any harm if I were wrong, I answered with: Hello, Mrs. M. Long time no hear. That depends. Usually no. I just don’t feel I have anything worth keeping secret that’s that valuable. However, I may keep secret a party or a gift I may want to surprise someone with. Or I may keep secret the fact that I think so-and-so looks shitty so as not to hurt their feelings.

I posted my bio on OD last night and am flabbergasted by all the views it got. Been getting a lot of views there anyway as opposed to any other blog I’ve ever used, but this isn’t just for a few minutes as in most cases. This is for hours. There are a few people that have spent over 2-3 hours in it and many that spend 20-30 minutes in it.

Someone flung insults at me on MD mostly about God and “waiting for my dead parents’ money.” I thought of posting an altered version of their lovely feedback but decided to just ignore them for now. The email addy they used was bogus, too. My favorite part was when they said “Read your journals.”

Haha, I don’t need to read them. I wrote to them. I know what’s in them.

It’s raining out there today. It began late yesterday afternoon. No barking, motorcycles or saws yesterday, but I got some hammering before the rain and was thinking to myself, “Come on, folks, give it up! We’re in the woods. Aren’t the woods supposed to be peaceful?

Anyway, tomorrow it’s back to dry sunshine and the usual buzzing of saws and intermittent loud vehicles. At least the dogs have been amazingly quiet. Don’t know if it will stay that way until we leave, but it’s nice for however long it lasts.

I’m getting impatient with wanting to move! Not because it’s so horrible here or anything like that, but my days of renting little old dumps have finally caught up to me. I rolled with the punches as best I could for a while and now this isn’t good enough for me anymore. Or for Tom. We want space and a place we can call our own! Renting was fine for a while. I liked the idea of having the repair expenses be on a landlord or a management company, but it would be plenty worth it to do it all ourselves. This way we could do it our way and at our convenience unless it was an emergency.

Sometimes I wish there really was such a thing as prayer and that I could pray to speed things up, but know that things have to play themselves out the way they were meant to and all I can do is make the best of it.

We learned our bank does manufactured home loans, so they may help us if a homeowner doesn’t want to finance us.

Things are still looking good and if all continues to go well, we should be getting really close. Just maybe Tom will be right and we’ll pick out a place sometime in April and be out of here in May. But this is it. The bum living ends the day we leave this dump. After Tom got his job I kept telling myself to just enjoy the money while it lasted because we would surely be poor again since we already have been a few times, but I can’t accept that anymore. Enough is more than enough. Just like I refuse to be anyone’s legal victim ever again (or any other kind of victim) I refuse to let society, the economy or God force us into poverty ever again. We’ve done our time struggling and living like bums. Never again! We will do our part to save and be smart with our money, but we won’t let anyone do their part in destroying us and taking all we’ve worked for. Even if God took his mighty fist and slammed it down upon our future home, there will still be money saved in 3 separate locations and insurance to rebuild with.

Tom will be interviewed for the job I strongly sense he’ll get. My vibes say $16.60 an hour, though most people who do the job he’s interviewing for get $18. If it’s not a big enough raise, he’s not going to take the job because A, second shift is never as safe as first even if the hours would be better for us, and B, he would lose tons of OT which could actually mean making less money if he didn’t get much of a raise. Without bonuses and OT his pay would now be 28K which is really just average. Average to most people but rich to us after receiving $1200 a month for years from Unemployment. There will still be some OT on second shift, just not as much.

I know I should work out today since I skipped yesterday, but I just don’t feel like it. Losing and regaining the same damn 5 pounds is rather discouraging. And oh, that PMS hunger! There’s just no controlling it. Tomorrow Tom’s stopping by the mail place to pick up our packages on the way home from work and is also stopping off at KFC. I’m going to eat and eat till I’m so sick I don’t ever want to eat again!

Decided to give Tom the Kindle holder for his tablet. I don’t like it much after all. Because the headboard shelf is rounded on the edge it couldn’t clamp to it very well and it fell off. Fortunately, it waited till after I got up to do it. It’s also a pain in the ass getting the angle just right and keeping the print in portrait mode instead of landscape, and a pain to take in and out of the holder. I like to use it while I’m on the treadmill, and I have to take it out to charge it, too. Lastly, it kind of sucks to think you’ve got it raised up high enough at bedtime just to accidentally punch it when you’re fluffing up the covers. I would really rather just hold it at this point.

Later…

Again with the Estrella jail view on MO (I forgot I had two entries about that lovely time) this time appearing to be in Minnesota, though I strongly believe it’s the same person with a dynamic IP which means they share an IP that changes often. All their other info is the same. Same browser, same OS, same everything. This time they spent 13 minutes on my blog and browsed my ‘about’ page as well as the entry leading up to being thrown in jail. I don’t know that it’s connected to Nancy or the blacks, though, because they haven’t been to my other blog. I think it’s someone with an interest in Estrella jail, though. Either someone who was there or knew someone who was there. I’ve still got the jail entries set to friends for now.

Got a direct hit from Houston on the same blog Mommy Dearest viewed. Wonder if there was a connection there?

Either way, I couldn’t resist the urge to unblock her on Facebook and tell her that I answered her question, but please leave me alone. I wished her the best but reminded her that I didn’t want any contact with her or Molly.

If I’m right and it really was her, she’s got to be reeling with shock trying to figure out how the hell I knew it was her, LOL. I’m surprised she didn’t hit back with a nasty reply and more legal threats. But she hasn’t done that and she hasn’t denied or confirmed anything. Maybe she’s just waiting till she thinks up the best words to say to me.

The troll keeps peeking in on me nearly every day, sometimes more than once. I used to think she was looking for Alison’s name, and maybe that used to be the case, but now I don’t know. She views every single comment I get which is pretty much only from Adonis since I keep communication to a minimum there, so I don’t know what she’s looking for. She can’t possibly read every single word I write. She’s not in long enough. Maybe she just likes making her presence known, in her mind, on my tracker.

I made sure to avoid news headlines today. If you want to remain happy, reading the news is not the way to do it. We make no excuses for pedophiles whatsoever yet we make all the excuses in the world for rapists. And people wonder why I prefer to spend so much time alone or with my husband? Funny, ain’t it?

I’m not going to say in public how I knew it was the troll’s mother who asked if I keep secrets on Ask, but I realize that a lot of the rude questions I got in the past could have been from her as well as the usual trolls and whoever else. I forget at times that yes, mothers really do do this shit at times and can be no better or more mature than their daughters when they should be setting a better example for them instead. It’s just hard to fathom that an adult in their 50s – a mother of 3 and grandmother of 2 – can be so hateful, vengeful and immature. But the sad reality is that they can. They can be every bit as bad as their fucked up offspring and sometimes worse. Imagine if her students knew just what their teacher does in the privacy of her own home at times. Some example she is, huh?

She sure is tall and anorexic looking, though. Molly’s gained a lot of weight, though. Probably all the drugs they keep her doped up on.

All I ever wanted for the last 4 years was a life without these people in it. I don’t want to be their friend. I don’t want to be their enemy. I just want to be as meaningless to them as one of the snowflakes they stood in when posing in front of a private plane. They may have money and I may be forever poor in comparison, but they have NOTHING else as far as I’m concerned. To me, they are just another grain of sand lost in the dirt that surrounds this place.

But what do I have? Huh? What do I have that keeps them hooked on me? I obviously have something that is so damn interesting that’s had them tailing me for this long, and what I sadly realize could be for the rest of my life. Really, I can’t do anything without them knowing about it. I can’t allow for comments just anywhere because they’ll stalk, follow and pester me every chance they get. I can’t do much of anything unless I don’t use my name or make sure I’m careful about who can find out about it. For now… their money won’t save them when they cross the line and go too far.

Later…

LOL, Judy blocked me after peeking in on the entry I just posted about her, which I had removed by the time she peeked in on me again. My mentioning seeing her pics must’ve freaked her out, hahaha. Ah, but I have no sympathy for Judy M. Or her darling daughter. I just hope these two don’t start shit with me all over again. Worst-case scenario I deactivate on Ask again and I go private on MD if they start harassing me there, too. They never have yet, though I suppose they could start. Meanwhile, I wonder if Judy will be back tomorrow to add to the 46 minutes she spent on my blog today.

Later…

Now she says on Ask that she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, she hasn’t asked me any questions, please do not contact her again. I just told her I was sorry for any mix-up on my part. Do I think I could be mistaken about who asked me about secrets? No, I don’t. But I don’t want any trouble either.

She just thanked me and told me to have a nice life. “You too, ma’am,” I told her.

Now let’s see how often she comes to my blog tomorrow.

TUESDAY, MARCH 19, 2013 Woke up an hour and a half earlier, and the Kindle in its holder above me scared the shit out of me. I’m not used to it being there, and the bedroom doesn’t get much light in it due to the black-out drapes, so I was startled to find this large dark shadow hovering above me till I remembered what it was.

I only remember one dream from last night. I was sitting on a toilet in the middle of a small room. Two guys were in the room taunting me. Why I would be on a toilet in front of them is beyond me, same as why I would use a toilet that had no privacy to begin with. I jumped up a moment later and proceeded to leave. The guys were now sitting on the floor and I had to walk by them to get to the door. Each one grabbed an ankle and yanked me down to the floor between them. I was both scared and pissed. I managed to kick myself free and ran out into a short, dimly lit corridor with only one or two people in it. I didn’t want to run and let the cocks know they really shook me up, but I also didn’t want to move too slowly in case they decided to run out and grab me and then drag me back into the room with them to possibly rape or kill me.

I ran down the short, poorly lit corridor and took a left into a long, brightly lit corridor with several people milling about it. I ran all the way to the end of it where I found an open recreational area with lots of chairs tables and couches. A young woman turned to me from a large round table she sat at playing some kind of card game with half a dozen others, and handed me a half-smoked cigarette.

I took it and said, “What the hell. It’s been a while.”

I often think of returning to smoking in real life to help control my weight, but if something’s wrong with my thyroid as I suspect could be the case, smoking won’t cure it. As I knew would be the case, the losing streak I was on didn’t last long. Once I lose 5 pounds my body fights to hang onto weight and resets itself back where it was. I’m not quite back where I was, and I’m at that time where I carry an extra pound or two of water, but I know that either way, smoking will only cost a lot of money and give me breathing problems like I used to have all the time. Once we get moved and don’t have so much to focus on, I’ll get it checked out. If all I need is some medication to stabilize it, then fine. Then I could either stay fat or know I could lose weight through diet and exercise and finally get results without damn near starving myself.

Time to hit the shower. I’m sure the daily buzzing of saws will start up any second now, too.

Another Estrella jail blog entry hit, this time from an unknown location in the US, but also with Verizon. It’s ok. I’m not running. I haven’t done anything wrong.

Later…

Another person to tell me not to bother praying to a God that doesn’t exist, and another voice of reason. I love it! However, just because prayer never worked for me doesn’t mean I don’t still think there’s something up there, something that may listen to only some of us. Chances are they prayed for what was meant to be anyway and it was just a coincidence that they got what they asked for, but you never know. There could still be something up there playing favorites. Seems like a reasonable enough assumption based on the fact that some people have great lives while others have absolutely shitty lives. Don’t ask me to explain why, though. Why some of us are hated and fed into the hands of abusive people while others are blessed with loving families, money and good health throughout most of their lives is something we may never know. And if we do, it probably won’t be in this life.

Some believe God and the devil are one while others believe they are separate entities. I believe they are one and the same. I have always believed that God, or whatever you want to call it, is the most powerful force there is. So unless that belief is wrong, wouldn’t He overthrow the devil and stop him from doing evil if he were a separate entity? Because he obviously hasn’t, I believe God is both good and evil, but mostly evil. It just depends on who you are. If He decides you’re ok for whatever reason, you should be fine. If you’re on His shit list…

I still don’t understand the concept of “coming out.” Oh, the mysteries of the world and the people in it, huh? Someone recently asked me what it was like coming out and admitting I liked women as well as men. I couldn’t answer that cuz I never really felt the need to “come out” to anyone any more than the need to explain or defend why I think black olives go better in salads than green ones.

It just is. I just am.

I figured I could just be myself and leave it at that. I knew that some would be ok with it and some wouldn’t, and well, that was their problem. As long as they didn’t harm me I had nothing to worry about and neither did they. I figured that no matter what we are, gay, straight, tall, short, fat, thin, no one’s universally liked anyway, so those who minded didn’t matter and those who didn’t were what mattered in a sense.

Now moving onto the topic of revenge. I’m getting these ideas based on things I see posted on Facebook, in case you’re wondering. I don’t like the idea of revenge and being vengeful and all that because that’s stooping to our perp’s level. However, I also learned the hard way that not doing anything about someone who’s wronging us can send the wrong message. One that says, “Go on. Keep fucking with me. I’ll just lay down and take it.” So it’s tough at times. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but turning the other cheek and ignoring some situations isn’t always the answer either. Sometimes we gotta fight back.

LOL, love my friend’s post on “progress” in Saudi Arabia. That’s because they’re running out of swordsmen to behead people over there so now they’ll use guns, which puts them to the 19th century.

Really, some people make their own haters. I don’t understand this big push we’ve been on for so many years now to love everyone (so long as they’re not gay) despite the criminalistic, vengeful, violent ways of some of them in which they simply won’t let go of no matter how much freedom, privileges and rights we give them. Want people to like you? Then give them a reason to! And don’t go crying and asking yourself why if some people don’t like you after you’ve treated them like total shit, because tears won’t cut it with all of us.

Hmm…now Rutland, VT is in my Estrella entry. Maybe I should mark that entry for just friends until I know what’s going on. My unknown Estrella visitor is gone, suggesting they’re the same visitor, which would overwrite the last one. The check I did doesn’t seem to think they’re going through a proxy, though they say they’re in Orland, NH. I googled “Estrella jail” and my blog didn’t come up, though it is googlable. It still seems fishy. Once again, though, I’m not going back there or to any other jail! If you read one’s blog, you may not like it and that’s YOUR problem.

Later…

Someone asked if I thought I was going to hell. I noticed Molly answered a question around the same time, assumed it was her, and then deleted the answer. The person, who doesn’t really write like Molly writes, asked why I deleted it. So it was asked by someone with an account, huh? But Molly hadn’t answered any more questions when they returned to ask why I deleted it, so maybe it wasn’t Molly. It probably was, though. I’m trying to ask Molly “innocent” and harmless questions like if she likes jogging, so that she’ll be more likely to answer them. The more I can compare times and the more her answers match the times of certain questions, the more likely it is to be her.

Heard a few loud, low-flying helicopters in the area and I really hope we don’t have a repeat of spring of 2009 gearing up here. At that time they replaced wires on the steel tower up at the summit, and the project, which took months, was utterly maddening with these things flying back and forth over our heads transporting parts. If they’re doing this same thing nearby it wouldn’t be as loud, but in a little tin box like this, it would be annoying enough. Then again, I’m only going to have to listen to other things when we move, like the old man pounding on a new roof to our left and the old lady getting a new heat/AC pump installed to our right. Maybe the couple across the street will decide they should replace their gravel yard with grass, and maybe the ones in back will decide it’s time for a paint job. Of course a sewer pipe or something under the road in front of our house will have to jam up or burst so they can have to tear up the road as well. Busted utility pole? No problem. That too, can be dealt with while I’m trying to sleep or concentrate on getting over my dry spell and back to my writing.

MONDAY, MARCH 18, 2013 Maybe Kim really did get a touch of at least temporary sanity because nothing that smells of her has come in on Ask account #1.

It had been a while so I said hello to Christiane. She’s so sick of the snow there she said maybe she’ll come to me. I’d love it if she did! I’d have to see it to believe it, though.

Tammy cracked me up the other day when she told me about these Jehovah’s Witnesses who came to her door. She tried to tell them she wasn’t interested. But when they insisted they could help her, she said, “Ok, hang on a second.” Then she returned with her vacuum in hand. LOL

Since I only slept 6-7 hours two nights ago, I slept forever last night and didn’t get up till 10am. It did wonders for my weight. What’s up with that lately anyway? For nearly two weeks I’ve been losing weight without even trying. People my age don’t just up and lose 5 pounds even if they work out.

Something about 1988 came to me and I wonder if it could be the year our future home was built. The homes in the area we’re looking at are mostly 80s houses, and I didn’t know this, but they’re built just like houses. Only instead of being on concrete or wooden pillars, they’re on a steel frame. I thought they didn’t start making them like houses till the 90s, but nope. In fact, the park we like doesn’t allow trailers or even single-wides.

Tom saw an ad for a quadruple-wide at our second favorite park. We’ve never heard of a quadruple-wide, but we don’t need or want 2100 square feet. I prefer the 1000-1600 range with 1200-1400 being the most ideal.

I feel bad for the people next to the house we considered that just sold. What racket they’re in for, especially when they pound on a new roof! This is just the type of thing I fear we’ll have to deal with when we get moved in wherever and that there will always be something going on around us that’s a little too close for comfort. Again, they’re mostly 80s models, and that’s getting pretty old. Most of them will need fixing up.

For dreams, we owned a 2-story house and I rode my bike to a third shift job. I wish! I realized, though, that even if I didn’t have sleep issues, I couldn’t simply go out and just get a job. The economy sucks, I’m older, fatter, white, and with a joke of a job history. By the time I found something I just might be close to retirement age!

Anyway, another week or two and we should know if Tom got the promotion. At that point, if our credit score is where it needs to be, Tom will then see if the park will let him fill out an application before we have a place picked out just to get a sense of what they require. We still may have to pay the rental agency scammers in Oregon their fucking $200 since we still have a year before they’re no longer marring our credit.

We’ve learned that once we have everything required in place, we’re going to have to jump on the house we want right away or else it’ll be gone in a week or two. They suck them up faster than they’re listed whether they’re nice or dumpy.

Later…

I’m in the mood to write, but can’t think of anything to say. I guess I could say that I just hope the move doesn’t take too much longer and that we really do pick out a place in April and move into it in May like Tom thinks we will. Yes, good things are worth waiting for, but I sure am tired of waiting. But not all of us just get things in life. Some of us have to take the necessary steps and work toward our goals and dreams.

When I think of all the fun I’m going to have online that this slow, unreliable connection has deprived me of for so long, I smile just at the thought of it. Same with being able to be out and about more often, biking, swimming, etc. Oh, what fun I’ll have setting up and decorating the new place, too!

Tom epoxied the broken part of the Kindle holder after getting a new part for it made of metal and not cheap plastic, and it’s been great not having to hold the heavy thing in these little hands of mine.

Tom went to order his pills on Amazon, Co-Q10, and asked if I wanted anything while he was at it. He threw tons of fun stuff in for himself and decided in the end what he wanted. It feels so good to be able to do that instead of having to prioritize nearly every little thing in life.

So I thought about it and couldn’t really think of anything. Then I remembered that I wanted to try my hand at a henna design on my hands and arms and maybe even my feet, so I got a small kit.

Since Formspring is shutting down, I casually mentioned my profile link in an entry just to see how much freedom from trolls I really do have at this point. On Formspring, you can still ask questions anonymously, but you need to have an account there, unlike with Ask.

Getting really tired now, so I think it’s time to read until I fall asleep.

SUNDAY, MARCH 17, 2013 Not sure the onion is going to work for me the way it does for Andy, but I may give it at least a week. I’m healthy, so I don’t really need anything around to boost the health of what’s already a healthy person. I still woke up several times, only slept 6-7 hours, and my God did the room reek of onions! Regular onions are way more potent than green onions, and the bedroom is so tiny.

For dreams, I had one about going to Germany, though I went by myself. I’d never travel to another country alone! I met with both Nane and Christiane in the dream. Christiane wanted to dance and Nane kept telling me she was horny.

Then I was at some beach or lake all by myself. I looked behind me to see a young buck eying me in a way that sent chills down my spine. Then another one came trotting toward me and I ran into the water a good 20’ or so. It remained by the water’s edge and eyed me as if to say, “Come back here, bitch, so I can ram your ass good!”

The last dream was the strangest because it was in the third person, even though that third person wasn’t visible to anyone. I watched a very depressed young woman in some hospital. She’d been there a long time. I’m not sure if the hospital serviced problems above or below the neck, but I’d say it was probably above.

One of the nurses liked her. Not in a romantic or lustful kind of way; she was just very fond of her. At one point the nurse, a brunette with straight shoulder-length hair, led the petite girl to her bed. She had her own room. The nurse lovingly tucked the covers around the girl and said, “All set?”

The girl nodded and waited for the nurse to leave. When she did, she hung herself. Not long afterward, the nurse entered the room, then ran out of it screaming, “Oh no!”

My old Ask account has been open for a few days now and all that’s come in that’s questionable so far is a question about what my favorite exercise is. That smells of Molly, who is into exercising as well, still losing weight, but always 161 pounds, LOL. I did answer it, though. Someone just asked me if I could braid. I suppose that could be anyone.

Later…

My first time cooking bay scallops went well, though it sure looked strange when I got done with them. Not the scallops but the breadcrumb and melted margarine mixture they were in. It sort of looked like watery stuffing, but tasted delicious.

Later on, I sautéed them in margarine like before but threw some in a bag full of breadcrumbs. I liked it better just sautéed in margarine, though I knew it would be best if they were stuffed in the stuffing they use to stuff lobsters with at Red Lobster.

I doubt I’ll get them again. I just like to try something new every now and then, and while I’ve always loved scallops, I’ve never cooked them before.

Tom soldered the part that broke on the Kindle holder and made the place smell of burning hair till I lit some honeysuckle incense, and then he gave me a bag of Chicken and Waffle chips he wouldn’t dare touch. I guess Lay’s is doing a promotional thing where they enclose a new weird taste in the variety pack bags. Even if you like both chicken and waffles, those two do not go well together at all! It tasted strange as hell. The rats will love them, though.

SATURDAY, MARCH 16, 2013 Again with the Estrella Jail view, this time from Virginia. black bitch-related? She once lived there.

It’s a typical country day so far laced with the intermittent sound of saws buzzing. The rats are being punished and denied having free reign of the place after not going home when told to. I’m sure the guilt will set in, though, and I’ll let them out to run around at some point.

Formspring is shutting down at the end of the month. Guess they just can’t afford to keep it running. I created a whole new account on Ask (Andy’s doing the same), but have temporarily opened my old one up. Just curious to see how much Kim’s “changed” like she told Aly, though I do believe that she wasn’t my only troll. I’m not going to mention my old account being opened again in public just yet. I want to see who may discover it on their own. I’m sure Molly will, though she usually just lurks in silence. I don’t miss the troll’s drama but I miss some of my foreign friends there, and without my close friends and family communicating with me on my old account, I’m not as worried about using it. I know it sounds funny, but it wasn’t me who couldn’t deal with them so much as the thought of them harassing those I care about. That really bothered me big time when they would latch onto them. I’ll just ignore or deactivate the account if I suspect anything from Kim or Molly. They can annoy me so long as they don’t mess with my closest people.

FRIDAY, MARCH 15, 2013 There have been a lot of views from various states in the parts of my blog that talks about Maricopa and life in jail. Just wondering if someone’s up to no good. Just got a hit from Illinois with Verizon Wireless. That’s what Nancy has, though she would come up as being up by Chicago and not down by St. Louis, Missouri.

Although I don’t see any posts about vengeance on her wall, this is just the type of person who would try to sue me if she could. Again, though, I don’t see how she could. I don’t know that anyone who’s recently hit those entries was necessarily up to no good anyway, and I would think that if someone had a problem with my blogs I’d know it by now. I’m still pretty sure that if that was a real cop that messaged me about the nig bitch, it was about spam and whatever bogus threats they digitally altered in a way that made me look bad, not about the blog itself.

I just really hope that after God allowed me to have my ass legally whipped to hell and back once that He won’t find some loophole for them to slip through or some legality I didn’t know about and use that to make going home even harder. Meanwhile, I’m determined not to worry about the fact that in America we have freedom of speech… until we say something people don’t want to hear. As far as I’m concerned, I have the right to express myself and I’m going to exercise that right as I see fit, within reason, of course. If mentioning a cellmate on a first-name basis from over a decade ago isn’t ok, then I don’t know what is.

Exchanged messages with Alison and Mary and am dismayed to hear that Alison’s exchanged “small pleasantries” with Kim and that Mary’s in touch with her mom. Says she’s old and she loves her. That may be so but she also abused her. If it’s not ok to go back to an abusive lover, why an abusive family member? Because they’re old? Because they gave birth to them? Hardly seems like a good enough reason to me, but it’s her life.

Not surprisingly, Kim’s claiming she’s “changed,” though Alison admits she doesn’t want to resume the friendship since she’s been lied to and hurt enough by her. That’s why I have a no-forgiveness rule. People don’t usually change and will just keep repeating their mistakes till they are dumped for good. Let’s just say I can forgive a lot easier than I can resume friendships. If Kathy apologized I could probably forgive her, but I wouldn’t take her back as a friend. She blew it. She’s proven she can’t handle those who think differently than her and that she is a very insensitive person. Aly said she’s very sorry Kathy did that to me and that anytime she’s reached out to her she has always ignored her.

Anyway, Kim is too crazy to change. I’ve seen enough craziness in my life between all the places my mother and the state shipped me off too, and when I was more sociable in my younger days as an adult.

It’s been wonderful learning that Bill’s cancer has returned and that he’s very ill. Croakably ill, I hope. Really, I’m sorry for Sarah and Becky, but I otherwise have zero tolerance or sympathy for wife/child beaters. Eh, they’ll probably be able to nuke the cancer and send him home.

To my utter amazement but delight, it was dead quiet until after 2:00 when the saws started up in back. Someone’s definitely gotta have a workshop of sorts up there at the summit. I was going to post entries hours ago but ended up much busier than I expected to be between running, cleaning and working online.

Tammy left a couple of long and detailed messages explaining her health and about her phone call with Walter. Apparently, Mom didn’t keep good records. The business is showing a profit during 2012 when in fact it took a loss. I guess that now Walter is trying to keep the IRS from taking undue taxes, but I don’t expect anything. I’m not only used to getting the short end of the stick, but we’re used to doing things on our own for the most part. If I do get money, then it will be a pleasant surprise.

What sucks is Tammy’s condition. They finally diagnosed it properly (I knew they would), and she met this really great doctor who diagnosed her in just two weeks after she had to wonder what the hell was wrong with her for 4 years. They’ve now narrowed it down to being either muscular dystrophy or multiple sclerosis. What sucks is that it’s really affecting her muscles and her immune system so she has to take antibiotics 3 times a week for the rest of her life. There’s no cure for these diseases and while they’re not fatal, they can cause a lot of hardship and complications.

I wondered aloud to Tom if she’d be well enough to come out here and he said that maybe we’d go there. Yeah, that’s kind of what I was thinking, though I really don’t want to. Well, IDK. On the one hand, I still hate to travel and it’s not going to any place I haven’t been to before to add to my somewhat long list of travels. On the other hand, it sure would be nice to see not just Tammy and Mark, but Sarah, Becky, Andy, Eileen and maybe my Italian dad, too. Tammy says she doesn’t smoke much these days, and when she does it’s done outside, so that’s good because I couldn’t stay with any smokers.

I think she’ll make it out here, though, and I doubt I’ll ever be back in New England, so please - anyone from MA or CT that reads this that I’m close to - don’t get your hopes up, ok?

The house we liked sold. I figured it would be gone by the weekend, but that’s ok. We both agreed that while it was in a great location, the work it needed surely would’ve left us without a life since everything had to be done. Everything. Painting a few rooms is one thing, but to do that and the roof and the ceiling and the bathrooms would be a bit much. It was also too big for us and the kitchen was just horrible. There was the lack of appliances to consider, too.

It would explain why I could never “feel” us living there and the lack of dreams I’ve been having. I still believe – or at least hope – that I’ll get more clues in my dreams the closer we get to the move. The house did have some of the few clues I’ve already gotten but not enough. Unfortunately, last night’s dream was backward. We were moving out of a park instead of into one. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean we’ll never get into one or we won’t like it. Hopefully, it means nothing at all or that we won’t be there forever. Like maybe we’ll move to Spain or Florida when he retires.

Tom thinks we’ll probably get a 20K - 30K place with a small loan and a huge down payment. It’s frustrating because we know what park it’s in, but not which house it is. A part of me wants to comb through the satellite pictures and try to guess and see if anything comes to me that I may sense, but the park is huge and so it’d be rather pointless. Yes, future house! We know where you are, but not who you are.

We’re on for cooler temps and rain at the end of the week, but who knows if it will really happen?

My message to Maliheh asking if she got the stuff I sent from my Hotmail account was picked up after I sent it from mail.com. Sure enough, though, she is continuing to ignore me, so my suspicions about her were right. They say our gut feeling is the one to trust, after all. I don’t doubt for a minute at this point that she befriended me under false pretenses and that was to ensure her name got kept out of my book. She probably doesn’t want to actually come out and tell me she’s dumping me because I think she not only enjoys playing games just like she did 22 years ago and stringing people along, but I think she fears I’ll bash her and use her name in future books or something. I won’t, though. If I said I’d keep her out of my books, then I will. I’m very disappointed in her, but again, should I really be all that shocked? I have learned that the best thing to do is stop meeting new friends and just enjoy the old ones while they last. I can never know if Andy’s going to dump me next week, for example, or if Nane may get hit by a bus the next week.

I don’t just isolate myself because I don’t care for people in general, but remember, I actually like spending time alone. People have tried to make me feel wrong, guilty and “abnormal” for it, but do I feel these things for simply being the way I am? No, I don’t. If one is happy, why change things if they’re not hurting anyone?

I’m still surprised that Kathy dumped me over a lousy difference of opinion about God, and after I confided in her about some personal stuff I don’t tell just anyone. I really expected her to reply with something understanding, empathetic and encouraging, but I guess she doesn’t have much more empathy than Kim ever had. Then again, she has always seemed to be a totally spoiled little princess used to nothing but sunny days and good times, and when you’re one of those who gets everything you want, it’s hard to empathize with those who have had it rough. Hey, if my life had been half as easy and as happy as she’s made hers out to be, I just may think something up there loved me too, and it would be hard for me to believe God really does have it in for some folks. Folks who have prayed for help to no avail.

THURSDAY, MARCH 14, 2013 Had my Ask account open all day yesterday just to see what might come in, but nothing did. This gives me hope that Kim isn’t checking on me every day like she used to.

Molly made her usual few-second round to my two trackable blogs, and probably my trackless one as well this morning, no doubt looking for Alison’s name.

I still think Maliheh is ignoring my emails and planned all along to “slowly dump” me. I think she befriended me under false pretenses to keep her name out of my book, and that in her mind, if she either never befriended me, or dumped me as quick and as coldly as she did in MA, it would piss me off enough to bash her in print. But Nane just said she never got my email. So while my Hotmail account doesn’t always deliver my messages, my other account has at least stopped bouncing. So I sent Maliheh a message from there, rigged with a tracking code, to see if it gets picked up.

I’m also wondering if Alison’s friends with Kim again by the way she wrote something about continuing to be hurt by a friend on her wall. She’s also “liked” a fan account that happens to be a Glee character, a show I know Kim likes. Its ‘about’ section seems to smell of Kim too, with the way it’s worded. What a stupid mistake Alison’s making if I’m right, but hey, it’s her mistake to make. Just gotta be careful what I tell her, though, since she’s proven not to be as trustworthy as I once thought, and since I have no way to know if she was one of my former Ask trolls. I lied to her about the “Justin” account I briefly used. So if I can lie to her about that, she could lie to me about fucking with me.

Nane got in a fight with Askim last night. She said she still loves him and he is only the second person she ever loved, but he’s stubborn at times. I guess she still has trust issues too, saying it’s only been a couple of years, and reminding me that she was dumped by a guy she thought she knew after being with him for 16 years.

I jokingly said I’d put a spell on him to make him bald if he didn’t behave and Nane said he is bald, LOL. Ew! I could never dig a baldilocks.

Got a lovely letter from my Italian dad, sending Tom, the rats and me his regards. He says he can’t believe I’m 47 now, and how did I get so old? LOL, He also says he shouldn’t talk since he’s 84.

They’ve got 30 clients at the group home now, and Fred and his wife help run it since it’s a bit much for him to handle on his own.

He also says he’s sure mom (Anna) is watching over me. That’d be nice since not much else usually does. Maybe it’s just me, but as far as I’m concerned, no one should have to hear a neighbor that’s about a couple hundred feet away, right? Am I right or being unreasonable? Well, it doesn’t matter cuz either way I’m really getting sick of feeling like I’m living on a farm with all the loud vehicles I hear every single fucking day. Right now the damn cock is on the bulldozer, something he’s usually on for hours and that’s extremely loud.

It was a harsh reminder that no matter how far our neighbors are, we’ll always have to hear them no matter what and we’re always going to “happen” to get the extremes, so no, I don’t want the house we’ve had our eye on anymore. It needs too much work. Haven’t we lived like bums in dumps long enough? So if we’re going to get noisy neighbors no matter where they are, why not focus on the house itself and not the location it’s in? Besides, we deserve something nicer for a change.

When I was making the bed earlier, I asked myself that age-old question – how many more times am I going to have to change the bed here in this place? Oh, it’s quite a task, alright. I can barely walk around the thing and have very little space at the foot of it. looks upwards Yeah, if you’re up there, you bastard, you can curse me with shitty neighbors all my life, but you can’t keep us cramped in here forever.

That Jes pest just better not wait till my schedule shifts to finish the spraying. Really, if he wakes me up I’m going to let him have it and I don’t care how pissed he gets. I’m going to try to hold it as long as I can, though, not just because this is a hard place to sleep in warmer weather with flimsy walls and a funky cooling system, but so I can be available to go look at more places. That is if Tom can ever find the time for it. I really hope he gets the job he put in for cuz that’d free up some business hours, cut back the time he has to work, and pay more money.

OMG! I didn’t hear the dozer when there was a break in the music I was listening to. I doubt he’d quit that soon, so he’s probably just loading up on diesel or taking a lunch break. It would be silly for him to bulldoze the ruts out of the drive now because they say it’s to rain in a few days, not that I believe it.

But I do believe the word of a close friend. We wouldn’t be friends if I couldn’t. So if Andy says the onion has helped his sleep and health, then it has. I don’t expect it to be a cure-all for every ache, pain and condition I may have, but it’ll be interesting to see if after a week or so it makes any difference. If the experts still have no cure for my type of sleep disorder, then I don’t expect to discover one myself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wish, does it? Not sure why Tom got green onions instead of a regular onion, but so far I don’t notice anything different. I still woke up, though only once and only for a few minutes. It was weird because I had a headache, something I rarely get. I was fine when I got up, though. I burned a lot of incense before bed yesterday, which might’ve caused the headache (damn is Gonesh incense good!).

Set up the new cooling mattress pad which should help combat the overheating the memory foam topper causes.

Fucking mother fucking Windows programs!!! I gotta get used to the Mac word processors. I’m so sick of these fucking Windows programs and all the crashing they do! kicks desk

Sure enough, here goes the fucking dozer again.

Later…

Wow, Kathy has dumped me for having a difference of opinion about God. That’s what I suspect it was about anyway, based on my last message to her. I’m surprised, though otherwise indifferent. I thought she was more tolerant of those with different views, and I specifically told her that expressing my thoughts and beliefs didn’t mean I was trying to offend or change hers. Wonder if she’ll fuck with me now. I doubt it, but she has fucked with Molly, so we’ll see.

Where I’m indifferent is because I am used to it. So many people come and go in our lives that the older we get, the more accustomed we get to it, and the more I realize you can be dumped by anyone, even those you least expect.

Tom’s the only one I wouldn’t feel indifferent to at all. They say if you love someone enough you’ll let them go, and while I get what they’re saying, loving them so much is what makes it so hard to let them go. I could never simply shrug and say “Oh well,” at the thought of losing Tom under any circumstances, for to act indifferent about something like that probably means you are indifferent.

But life will go on. I can only express myself and go about chatting with the people in my circle as usual. How people take what I say is out of my control. For all I know I could offend someone simply by the color of the shirt I may wear in public. We can’t sweat things like that and all the possibilities in life unless we want to never say or do a damn thing but sit silently in some dark hole somewhere. Well, my door is closed to new friends (and past friends since those I forgive seem to think they can repeat their mistakes), I’m not about to crawl into some hole.

Gotta wonder who’s next, though. I’ve got two guesses as to who will dump me next. Nane or Aly, right?

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 13, 2013 Just when I wasn’t sure I’d hear from Walter, he let me know that the meeting with the CPA was long and that they asked for more info. I appreciate the hell out of him for all the work he’s doing and the time he’s put into this. I just hope to hell the taxes don’t end up sucking the hell out of whatever profit they end up with! Our lovely God doesn’t usually like to line things up in our favor, though, so I am at least glad to know that if I am left with nothing in the end, we can still carry on with our plans.

Tom is going to see if he can get the park paperwork going or if you have to have a specific home picked out first. Well, we have one picked out, but it’s only in our minds at this time and nothing official. Unlike Andy who agrees it’s ugly (he’ll change his mind on that once we fix it up if we get it), Nane likes it. Says it has a real Mediterranean look to it. We’re still a couple of weeks or so away from making an offer they may refuse. I still think it’s going to go by the weekend, but we’ll see.

Nane and I ended up chatting for hours yesterday! Sure enough, fucking Jesse, who had been buzzing and zooming about for hours, had to come down in the middle of it to tell me he was playing Round-Up. Said he’d be back in the morning around 10:00 to finish the spraying, too.

I’m kind of surprised Kim hasn’t left anonymous comments on my blog, but she, or maybe someone else, has been fucking with Molly on Ask. Sometimes I wonder just how “innocent” Adonis and Aly really are and if they could be behind any of the questions as well as ones I used to get. I tried to see if I could catch Adonis in a lie by asking if he’s ever commented on Molly’s blog or asked her questions on Ask, but instead of admitting he has, he just danced around the subject.

Maybe sometime soon, I’ll resurrect my Ask account without telling anyone, just to see who may stop by. Oh, what the hell? I’ll go do it now.

TUESDAY, MARCH 12, 2013 Wow, I’m coming up on 4000 entries on LJ!

Time for our daily net games which has become a regular morning ritual for us where our lovely providers shut us down for a half-hour or so. They do it in the evening, too.

Can’t wait to hurry up and get moved so I can then concentrate on getting the rest of my dental and medical needs taken care of. After my teeth and ear are dealt with, then I can try to find out why my body only responds to starvation and not diet. Although I still have no reason not to think I’m healthy, I have every reason to think my thyroid may be out of whack. If they could give me something to fix it so I could lose 20-30 pounds, I’m all for it so long as it doesn’t have nasty side effects. Otherwise, I’ll never diet again. Just exercise and be sure to not make a total pig of myself except for once a week.

Last night I had another big win dream. I won a trip to a luxury spa resort in Florida. It was actually part of a 3-package win. We’d already been to Florida once for something else, then some other place, and were scheduling our last trip to this spa in Florida. In the dream it was mid-January. I asked Tom if he’d called to book our flight out, and he said that the woman handling the trip and all that said we couldn’t fly out till the 30th because it was a huge resort and they were all booked up.

Tom said, “Ooh, that’s encouraging.” LOL, but he doesn’t say it’s discouraging when I have bad dreams yet they’re the ones more likely to come true.

In another dream (though I’m not sure I really did dream this) Tom got the job as a second shift lead and a two-dollar raise.

It seems no one wants to do the prayer experiment, but that’s fine. I still say it all comes down to fate. What’s meant to be will be no matter what we do. Do I think the job and house are meant to be? Hmm… I’d bet on the job before the house. When I saw the location of the house my first thought was that nothing up there would be so good to us as to let us have such a nice location. On the other hand, God does love to see me in old ugly places, so we’ll see.

You had to have been in the place and the park itself to see past its fugliness and fugly it is! The wallpaper in the kitchen could win The World’s Fugliest Wallpaper contest, and the wallpaper in the master bath could win the runner-up. If it weren’t for being in such a great park and such a great location within it, I probably wouldn’t consider it despite its size and nice layout. But as long as we don’t find out that it’s not structurally sound or has serious electrical or plumbing problems, ugly can be made pretty.

MONDAY, MARCH 11, 2013 Yesterday was a long and fun day! Again I was in awe of the fact that the very same people who were discussing what totally looked like the end without an ounce of hope, were now discussing the pros and cons of the house they just saw.

There was a double-wide for sale in our preferred park for 15K that was repossessed by the bank. Although we suspected it may be dumpy due to the lack of pictures, the location within the park seemed so ideal. So Tom called the realtor to see if he could stop by on Saturday. When she didn’t call back we assumed someone made an offer on the place. But yesterday morning he discovered a message with the realtor letting him know she’d be at the house at 10:00 to show others if we wanted to stop by at that time.

So a half-hour later we got dressed and headed for the place. I was impressed with what I saw when I got out of the car. The corner house wasn’t right on the street either in front or on the side. One side has a ditch, which as the realtor said, has been empty for a while since we haven’t had much rain in California for a couple of years now, and the other side was the neighbor. This place didn’t give me that claustrophobic feeling many parks give me. Between the spacing the hedges and trees that add great privacy, you still get a sense of privacy and seclusion, even though there are plenty of people around. The instant I stepped into the house I both loved it and hated it, LOL. I know this sounds funny as hell but it’s the nicest dump I ever saw! I loved the unique layout and the fact that it was 1800 square feet, which is almost too big for us, and I loved all the built-in shelves and cabinets in so many rooms, including the sunken living room which was probably bigger than the entire trailer I’m sitting in right now. But I hated the colors and the horrible condition it’s in and the thought of how much money and work it would take to fix it up.

It’s a 3-bedroom, 2-bath in which I could display what dolls I have left in my collection times 10. More so than our Maricopa house, in a sense, because that house didn’t have a built-in hutch or any other built-in shelves.

The kitchen itself is half this place and has the most hideous wallpaper I ever saw. The closets are enormous as are all the rooms, though the master bath doesn’t seem that big. Its garden tub needs to be resurfaced and is missing part of its flooring.

The carpet is in good condition but needs to be cleaned and stretched because it’s loose. It’s also a hideous color of brown/gold. Whoever lived there had my exact opposite tastes in color. Lots of brown and tan in there, and yes, even some of that dreaded paneling, since it’s a 1984 model. There are skylights in the kitchen and master bath, which is nice, though I don’t know why they’d put one over a bathroom.

I wished I could’ve taken pictures while I was there and of the park.

The catch is the roof. Yeah, that may hinder us from any chance of getting the place. It needs to be redone completely, including the one over the garage/storeroom, and so if anything stops us from getting the place, it will be that. Actually, I think what’s going to stop us is that someone’s going to get it first. I think that by next weekend it’ll be gone. It won’t be the end of the world if it is, since when you add up the costs of all the repairs, you may as well get a newer, nicer place that’ll let you take out a loan. They don’t usually do loans on older places that aren’t in good condition. Other than the roof and water damage done to some of the ceilings, it seems to be in good enough condition otherwise.

Another bad thing is that the previous owner gutted it. The range is still there, but they took the refrigerator, dishwasher, washer and dryer.

I almost slipped and told the realtor that our rats would love running around in something so big, haha.

When she prompted us to make an offer, I had to keep from laughing when Tom said that he’d have to ask our landlord the cost of certain things and materials since he was a construction worker. We really did laugh on the way back about hiring him to do some of the work. He’d probably love it too, being under the table and all that. We joked about “borrowing” his refrigerator too, till we got our own.

Seriously, though, I doubt we’ll have enough money accumulated before someone snags it, and why the fuck couldn’t the two-legged poodle have died a few months sooner?!

The combination double-car garage/storeroom is another 600 square feet. It’s weird that there’s no door between the two. It’s a separate structure from the house and it too, has its pros and cons. It’d be wonderful for not only storing things but for Tom to work on things he loves to work on and to be able to solder things without the smell waking me up if I were asleep. The negative is that it has no heating or cooling. He could use a portable heater in the winter, but those cost a fortune compared to central heating, and there’s no window to throw an AC in either. As I told him, if by some slim chance, we get this place, the garage/storeroom is all his to do what he wants with. He can even take the old exercise bike they left in back in there for all I care.

The place is 30 x 60. When you walk in the front door you’re sort of in the middle of the place. In front of you is the long living room. To your left are the dining, kitchen, and master bed/bath, and to your right are the other two bedrooms, bathroom and door leading to the back. Like I said, I loved and hated it, but know I could love and love it if it were fixed up nicely. If it weren’t for that damn roof! Still, the entire place needs quite a makeover, and we’d have to talk them down to around 5-10 grand to make it possibly affordable. I forget that he makes a lot of money and that just because we spend our savings getting into the place doesn’t mean that’s it. More money will be coming in! Although there’s always tons of work, I do worry about the possibility of a layoff, too. Better after we move, though, than before, since the monthly costs, after the place was fixed up, would be lower than what it is here.

The exterior of the house looks good. We even saw the little hatchway you open to get to the crawl space underneath. I was wondering how they got under there. One of the living room windows is cracked, but they are dual-paned.

Again, I just loved it, but it would need sooo much work! It sure would keep me busy for a while. Almost everything needs to be redone. It would probably take me weeks just to clean it, LOL. But everything would need to be done and bought from top to bottom – the roof, the ceiling, the walls, the appliances…

Saw another slightly newer one (just the outside) two houses from the lake going for 24K. The view would be beyond spectacular, though I’d rather the more private location than the spectacular view. Ducks were floating about in the lake, though the 3 fountains were off.

I worried that a lakeside house would not only be more expensive, but bring about more noise and people, but I don’t think it would. It’s not the kind of lake people swim in or even sunbathe by. It’s just something pretty to look at as you pass by it, though the beautiful dump isn’t close to the lake or pool.

Although the realtor said the bank told her to get the place sold as fast as she could, I don’t think we’ll get it. Having the roof done would cost close to an additional grand, from what Tom researched, though the government does pay for people to install solar roofing, and there is a possibility of getting Home Depot to finance it. We’d probably have someone else do it. Tom could do it. He did our Phoenix roof. But the guy has no free time. I could do the walls and some of the ceiling work.

In a house and location like this, who knows, maybe we won’t want to move to Florida when he retires. I want to move into wherever we end up with the attitude of 10 years to forever. If we’re happy enough where we end up, though, we may not want to chance giving it up. After all, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Only time will tell if all those Florida dreams I had were just a reflection of what was on my mind at the time or a glimpse into the future.

Despite the tremendous costs of just the repairs and the fact that I usually like new places, it’s hard not to picture myself in this house, in this park, and in the ideal location within it, painting the walls, then taking a break to jump on my bike for a ride around the lake. Wallpapering or decorating later on, then hitting the bike again for a relaxing break in the pool…

Then it was back to reality. Back to the Jes pest buzzing around on its ATV and feeling like we entered a human rat tube when we stepped in here after being in such a cavernous place. Here we have 7-foot level ceilings, their vaulted ceilings that go as high as 9-10 feet.

From here on out, it’s in fate’s hands. If it’s meant to be, it will be, but I don’t think it is. The next people to see it were construction workers. Well, this house would be every fixer-upper’s dream.

I want to try a prayer experiment and I’d like to ask anyone who reads this that believes in prayer to help. I realized that just because I believe something doesn’t mean it’s true. Maybe it’s not that prayer is a bunch of wishful thinking like I believe. Maybe it’s me. If God hates me as much as He seems to, then He’s not likely to grant my prayers. But maybe – just maybe – if someone else prays for me, He’ll listen to them. If not, then He either didn’t listen to you because it was me you prayed for, or yeah, prayer really is a bunch of bunk.

So here’s what I want you to do. It’s simple. Just pray that we get this house, and pray that Tom gets the job he’s applying for where he works. I’ll explain more about that in my next entry, as this one’s already outrageously long. Thanks in advance to whoever participates in this little experiment of mine. I just figured that just because prayer doesn’t work for me, maybe it will for others. It’s sort of like with other things. Just because you can’t learn Hawaiian doesn’t mean I can’t, and just because you can run 20 miles doesn’t mean I can.

Thanks in advance, and do let me know if you’re praying for us! I will allow for anonymous comments on OD and MO for a day or two. Hopefully, the spammers and scammers won’t be a problem in the meantime.

Later…

I always use the rats’ burrow to prop their cage door open when I go to let them out to have fun running around. Both rats were at the door twirling and jumping in excited anticipation of being let out. Then Sugar ran across the cage and pushed the burrow over by the door, knowing I’d use it to prop the door open. If that isn’t a little genius of a furball, I don’t know what is.

Can’t wait to try Andy’s onion experiment and see if leaving a few slices of onions around really does help with sleep and energy. It’s bad enough I can’t keep a schedule, and even worse when you don’t get solid sleep. I seem to be waking up more and more throughout the night. Or day. The memory foam also continues to cause me to overheat in my sleep, so we ordered a cooling mattress pad commonly used by menopausal women with hot flashes. That cost $139.

Meanwhile, I’m also doing a hip experiment. I’m still not sure if the on-and-off pain I get there is arthritis, not being active enough, or both. I do slack off with the exercising at times. I noticed they were sore the day after I had my serial tonometry done and was out walking and shopping all day. But the 40-minute walk, plus stretching, plus arm and ab work I did today hasn’t left me sore. We’ll see how I wake up tomorrow.

So there are 3 experiments going on – prayers, hips, and onions, though I haven’t gotten around to getting the onion yet, and so far no one’s offered to pray to God and see if they can “trick” Him into answering prayers for us to get the house we saw yesterday and the job for Tom. The job would be as a second shift lead. They’re taking apps through Tuesday. We know it would pay more, but how much more we don’t know. They never tell you that cuz that’s their way of seeing who really wants the job. If he gets the job and then for some reason decides to turn it down, he worries that may hurt him in the future. He’s going to be let go or laid off sooner or later because that’s what most jobs eventually do, fair or not. I just hope that when the job does end, it’s not for another year or two.

Sleeping with the sound machine was no problem yesterday. I realize that no matter what I blast in here, I’m always going to feel and hear a bit of a rumble when the Jes pest comes and goes on its many loud vehicles, in this flimsy little place with its 2” walls and an equally thin tin roof. And whoever’s stay with him. Tom said he thinks I’m right about someone staying with him cuz he’s been parking further down the hill. I know I’m right. Those dogs are too quiet. They never bark when someone’s home unless someone goes up there. Whoever it is is there all the time and I hope they stay there as long as we’re still here. If it were a case of only the weekend overnight barking sprees stopping I would think the Jes pest quit running out to get laid at those times. But because it’s also quiet in the daytime when he comes and goes, that tells me that someone’s there. If I remember correctly, his mom is dead and his dad is in his 90s. Maybe he took his dad in.

Cindy is getting on my nerves by using my Facebook posts to say hi and chat with others who comment on my posts. Can’t she go to their walls and say hi there or send them a PM?

Did yet another little experiment, and along with whoever’s playing with Molly on Ask (Adonis?) I said I was Kim and asked how she was doing, just to see if Kim would jump in and insist that wasn’t her. She never did. Again I wonder just how many others besides Kim were behind some of the shit I used to get there.

SUNDAY, MARCH 10, 2013 Again I got a little strange in my sleep. Twice I took the notebook I keep by the bed and moved it, though this time I didn’t tear pages out of it. I just placed it on the bed. What is it with me and that little notebook in my sleep? Was I dreaming of writing at the time?

I was reading a story on Facebook about a woman whose daughter was murdered by her ex. She called it God’s will. If that’s God’s “will,” then that’s even more reason for me to dislike anyone who could “will” an innocent child to be brutally murdered.

As I proofread old journals there are so many unanswered prayers throughout them. Just so, so many. Reasonable prayers that weren’t off the wall like asking to fly or to grow money trees would be. It’s too bad prayer is a bunch of bunk because then I’d pray for more rain. Jesse hasn’t been too bad lately, though not a day goes by that I don’t hear something from him, but by 9am yesterday, they were already sawing in back.

I’m going to do a test and replace the white noise I’ve been sleeping with on the stereo with one of the newer sound machines. I want to see if it will drown out certain sounds (hopefully it won’t jinx the weekend nighttime barking into starting back up again). I think it will drown out our outrageously loud microwave, but I’m not so sure about things like motorcycles, planes and other loud vehicles. I want to know before we move whether or not I should set up the stereo for sleeping or the sound machine at the new place. If I can’t sleep through the motorcycle with the regular sound machine, then I probably won’t be able to sleep through trash, delivery and service trucks in the park with it either. This is what I want to find out in advance.

I’m also going to do a meatball test in half an hour and Andy’s onion test next week since we already did our grocery shopping for the week. Yesterday I had a burn in my throat after having some meatballs that may’ve been heartburn. Greasy foods are said to be a possible cause for that, so I want to see if it burns again after I have the ones I’m cooking now.

Andy said he placed bowls of sliced onions throughout his place to absorb odors and noticed a week later that his own heartburn was gone, he’s sleeping better, has more energy, and feels better overall. Like me, he wakes up several times throughout the night and says he hasn’t done that with the onions hanging around. He changes them every few days as they dry up and that the place won’t smell like onions or make you cry.

As Tom reminded me, we have money and can afford extras. Extras like real language learning software that contains full-blown courses one usually has to pay to take. Livemocha free programs aren’t as complete as some of the software sold by companies like Rosetta Stone, Rocket, etc. Sometime after the move, I’m going to get one for fun, but I don’t know which language. I’d like to get Hawaiian, but that’s hard to find. Therefore I’ll have to decide if I want to perfect one of my speaker languages, reader languages, or start a whole new one from scratch. My speaker languages are Spanish, Italian and German. My reading languages are Portuguese, Esperanto and French.

I have felt better since removing myself from cyber society without removing myself. Meaning that I’m no longer as easy to contact or befriend and am no longer open to new friends, but have hung onto those who are already in my circle.

Despite not being very fond of a few groups in general who have caused me and others so much pain, I never saw the point in not being polite and even friendly to an individual from one of these questionable groups who had never done anything wrong to me personally. I loved meeting new people from all different walks of life all over the world. It was fun and interesting for a while. The best part was that it was all done online making it easier for one to avoid those that go wacko, as opposed to those you may have issues with that you have to either live or work with.

While I am no longer accepting new buddies after dealing with my share of trolls, stalkers, rude assholes, hypocrites and other fucktards, I will be polite but not friendly, same as I would with people in person. I don’t mind chatting with someone I may meet at the pool if the park we move to has one, but I don’t plan to visit them or have them visit me for coffee. It’s safer and easier that way, and well, I just don’t want potential trouble so close to home.

I don’t feel wrong, sorry or guilty for living like I do or for leaving sites like Ask and making myself less accessible to what could be more trouble or more good friends. I don’t care who may decide I am “abnormal” or just not right in the head either. I’m happier this way and if something makes me happy, that’s all that matters. Not whether or not someone thinks it’s right or wrong. Presently, I have enough friends and there are only so many hours in a day and so many people one can be a friend to anyway.

Even Andy’s sick of Ask. We use FS as a means of keeping in touch and sharing pics rather than to see who asks us what.

Molly’s still the same old sad sorry self. She hates Marbridge, the people there tell on her, and she wants to go home. Her parents said she couldn’t come home till she has a full-time job, which she feels the chances of getting are slim. Well, I sure hope so! Full-time job or not, as soon as she’s out of there she’s going to be online more. Then again, she can’t get a hold of me that easily, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

What a fucking hypocrite, though, saying she “doesn’t mention her former friends in her blog anymore.” But what do you call that? That’s mentioning them. Or is she just too stupid to know it?

Someone’s fucking with her on Ask. Not on her blog lately because they can’t leave comments there. I don’t know if this is something she set up or a glitch, but I’d say it’s a glitch. My first guess is Kim, of course, but I also wonder about Alison, Adonis, Kathy and others she’s fucked with along the way.

SATURDAY, MARCH 9, 2013 Getting really sick of these “critical” updates from Microsoft. But I use Word for Mac and since it’s a Windows program it’s at risk for all kinds of bugs and viruses and needs constant updating to help safeguard things. It’s just that I can’t get used to the Mac’s word processor. I wish I could, but the word processor is what I use most and change is easier to adapt to when it’s not something I use as much.

I really REALLY am getting sick of being called a liar. No matter how you say it – you’re a liar, I don’t believe you, you’re not being honest – it all equals “You’re a liar.” So spare me the “But I’m only implying you are, so it doesn’t count if I’m not being direct” bullshit. It DOES count! Do you know how insulting it is to be a good friend to someone for years just to be told I’m “probably joking” about my ear? I’ve been a good friend to these people. I’ve listened to them, I’ve been there for them, and this is what I get for it?!?! Well, I don’t need people like this in my life. Really, I’m totally being pushed to my limits with those with trust issues! I’m tired of explaining and defending myself. I’m tired of holding people’s hands and babysitting their emotions just because this one did that to them and that one did this to them. Well, I’M not THEM! I’m sorry if you’ve been so hurt that you feel the whole world is lying to you, but I’m not going to deal with it anymore. I have more important things to focus my energy on than getting you to see that I’m not fucking with you. And why is it always my physical shortcomings people have such a hard time accepting and believing? Why not call me a liar and say I don’t know Spanish? Or why not tell me I’m lying about us doing well financially and insist that the real reason we’re still here isn’t that we want to take our time and do it right when finding a new place, but because we’re still poor? Hey, why not? Nothing else I say seems to be believable, so why not branch out beyond physical stuff? Hey, I don’t have rats. I really have dogs, right?

Every few months or so I have to go through the same old shit with people, but guess what? Next time you might lose me. Ever thought of that possibility? One can only be called a liar, directly or not, so many times before they get fed up. Who the hell wouldn’t?

First I was impatient. Then I was annoyed. Now I’m pissed. If Walter was supposed to meet with the CPA yesterday like he said, then why hasn’t he emailed me? Each week that goes by without seeing any money makes me more suspicious, though I don’t know why anyone would bullshit me about something like this. Dureen’s final insult to me? But why put it in print if you’re just playing around? Well, I don’t think Walter’s playing around, but I sure wonder if others are.

So, since we’re almost certainly not going to see any money in this case, we’ll get a place on our own with our own money. I’m used to money teases and I pretty much figured I’d never get anything, so it’s ok. We don’t need Dureen. We don’t need God. All we need is each other and we have that.

Tom has a tough dilemma facing him at work. There’s a new job opening for second shift that would pay more money, but it’s for a lead. Well, he doesn’t want to lead. He got tired of all the years he spent leading, bossing and managing this and that. He just doesn’t care to tell people what to do. So that and the fact that they’ve already announced that they’re not going to give any more raises this year for those who remain in their current positions are the two negatives. But more money is always nice, though not important cuz he already makes enough. If you’ve got enough to live on, it doesn’t really matter if you make 40K a year or 400K a year; they’re both enough. The biggest appeal is the shift. On second or third shift you can do more things during business hours, like driving your wife to doctors and dentists before she can take the bus to them or ride her bike. You can also look for a new house.

There’s a 1984 model that looks appealing due to its location within our favorite park, though a part of me is hoping for a '90s house cuz then it’s just that - a house. A regular everyday house that sits on a steel frame. The pre-90s homes aren’t quite built like a typical house. I’m in a 1996 model now, though I don’t feel like I’m in a trailer. It feels more like I’m in a cottage, though a trailer is exactly what this is.

Every few years or so I check out places I’ve lived in on Google Maps. They painted the dump we rented in Oregon a hideous brown color, instead of the pale yellow it used to be. It needed it, though. The paint was peeling horribly when we were there. Wonder if they leveled the place. I doubt it. They had just done the attic and said that leveling it at that point would cause more damage.

I’m so glad we’re not there now with what I saw next door. To the left of the place is a large yard belonging to another rental. There was a trampoline right against the fence dividing the properties, closer to our place than theirs. I used to hate that and wonder why things always had to go next to us. People loved to place things like swing sets as close to our place as they possibly could.

There are still 5 rentals behind our old place in Maricopa, but the investor never did add houses to the 10 acres we had. They added a lot of shit to the side of the house, but I can’t tell what it is. As always, though, it’s the closest they can get to their closest neighbor, yet there’s much more space in back and to the other side.

The Phoenix house is practically invisible with the way they’ve got it so treed up these days, and next door where the welfare bums lived was completely barren instead of the usual trash and 3 or more cars that would often be parked in the driveway as well as in front of the place. There was nothing in front, nothing in the driveway, nothing anywhere. It was probably vacant at the time the picture was taken.

No voice messages from Tammy today. It’s funny how foreign she’s come to sound since I haven’t heard the northeastern accent regularly for nearly 21 years.

FRIDAY, MARCH 8, 2013 Are any other non-American Indian people as offended as I am over the term Native American? Nothing against Indian folks, but I was born and raised in America. I’m just as “native” as they are! And no, where my ancestors originated from doesn’t count. It only speaks for them, not for me.

The fucking Kindle holder broke yesterday and I don’t think it’s fixable. So we’ll send it back and get a refund. I’ll just hold the damn Kindle. It hasn’t killed me yet.

I was just sitting here thinking of Nane and she really is hard to figure at times. Sometimes I think she really cares about me, other times I think she doesn’t, and other times I’m just not sure what to think.

I deleted C on Facebook because he deleted me a long time ago. Why, I do not know. Maybe he read something in my journal he didn’t like. Either way, you know how I feel about one-sided relationships. They’re just not my thing.

This is the longest dry spell I’ve had as far as storywriting goes. Once I get all the old journals posted, then maybe I’ll be able to focus on that some more.

Andy has become like Kim lately with the role-playing. He’s pretending to be a racist black guy on Ask and said that he’s learning that I’m right. No one cares when it’s blacks against whites, but as soon as it’s the other way around EVERYONE cares.

I know I’m right, I told him. I wouldn’t kid him about that. I see it all the time. I just wonder when something is going to be done about the reverse discrimination going on in this country.

Nancy still doesn’t appear to have returned to my journal or mentioned me on Facebook, but that’s ok. I already did what I wanted to do and that was to share the link to the journals she was in. Is she really suddenly not interested in reading the rest of the entries? Did she return undercover? Or is she up to something bad? Well, she can forget any form of legal revenge for daring to exercise my right to speak my mind. I haven’t used full names, made any threats, or done anything wrong.

For years I was afraid to express myself after I was railroaded in Arizona, but then it hit me and I said to myself, “Hey, you have every right to express yourself. You have just as much right as any other human being to do what you’re doing.” So no, I won’t be temporarily silenced or punished or spited, and I refuse to allow my rights to be violated ever again.

No one can please everyone with their words and no one can agree all the time. I accept and understand that. Besides, no one is ever forced to read my stuff.

THURSDAY, MARCH 7, 2013 2012 – Two dead parents, a brother, and a foster mother.

2013 – A seriously ill sister who has to have her husband pick up her messages, a mysterious and unexplainable case of ocular hypertension that could bring me future trouble, and now a cousin who’s very lucky to be alive.

sighs with sadness My cousin Sharyn was hit by a cab the other day in New York and has multiple fractures. If breaking an arm was the sheer agony it was for me 30 years ago, then I’d hate to think of what she must be feeling with two broken legs and a broken collarbone! :( I hope the doctors and nurses in the hospital she’s in are doing their best to keep her as comfortable as possible.

Since I don’t believe in prayer I can only hope that she makes the swiftest recovery possible. As I’ve said before, if we could simply ask God for whatever we wanted, no one would want anything because they would have it all. I think what’s fated to be will be whether we ask for it or not, and no, I don’t believe that God “listened but had other plans for us instead.” It was still not meant to be and we still don’t always get what we ask for whether or not there were “other plans” for us as well. Unless God simply answers some of us and not all of us much like He favors some people over others, if your prayer appears to be answered I think it was just a coincidence and that things would’ve played out the same way had you not asked for what you wanted, if you were meant to have it in the first place.

So my thoughts and high hopes are with Sharyn for a speedy recovery!

Got my new Kindle holder and seat covers for my office chair. They’re much nicer looking and much smoother to the touch than the dark gray wooly fabric underneath. The Kindle holder doesn’t grab the edge of the headboard shelf as snuggly as we’d like because of its rounded edge, but it’s clamped on well enough.

Gotta work out and do some laundry before getting to the day’s writing and proofreading ritual, but first, I’m being extra careful with writing about dreams I have of others as I can’t always know what’s true or what may come true.

Two nights ago I dreamed of telling my mother about attending a cyber friend’s birthday party that was turning 30 (he’s really 19), and the way he laughed at how the previous year a female friend had called him and screamed, “Happy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!” My mother was bored as hell with the story like she would be in real life.

Then I dreamed that Bob was dying of lung cancer (he really did die of that in 2005) and I was with him in the prison hospital, only they kept calling him Art. I know it was Bob, though. I gazed at him sadly, wishing we could go out for coffee and chat like old times.

The best dream was last night. Well, I actually fell asleep around noon, then was awakened at 5:00 when the propaners came. The propane tank is right by the bedroom wall and the rumbling of the big truck was pretty loud through these flimsy walls. I was up for a couple of hours, then fell back asleep and had a dream that Nane visited. We were sitting at a small round table in a café. I don’t know if anyone came to Cali with her or where Tom was at the time, but she looked very happy to see me and had a very content and relaxed look about her. She eyed me in a loving sort of way and I reached across the table, placed a hand on her forearm, and said, “Wow, I can’t believe I can actually reach across a table and touch you.”

That’s all I said in the dream. She never said anything as the dream only lasted a split second. Her eye color was a bit off, though, and her hair was parted in the middle instead of the side. Another thing that seemed all wrong was the heavy winter coat she wore, but she was definitely visiting me and not the other way around.

Later…

Not much to update on. I woke up a whole 5 hours earlier than yesterday, something my schedule doesn’t usually do, but I feel rested enough. I slept forever the day before, so that’s probably why. Had more dreams of Nane but can’t remember them. Why is she in my dreams so often?

I really like this Atheist and Rational Thinkers page I found on Facebook and I agree with most of what they say. I got a kick out of a post about laughing at a kid who believes in Santa while they’re 50 and believing in God. I never did, however, see a problem with what one believes. It’s people’s actions that get a little scary at times. If you want to believe you can fly, fine, but please don’t run off of a rooftop with your arms spread! The poor innocent soul you may land on doesn’t need to suffer on account of your fantasies and stupidity.

Our 4 hours of rain is long over and soon it will be back in the 70s. Gonna have to get the cooler set up and ready to go soon enough.

Tom still thinks we’ll pick out a place in April and move in May. Yeah, right. I still think that whatever’s up there (and I still do believe there’s something up there both good and evil depending on who you are and if you’re on its shit list or not) will keep the delays going. Credit, money… there’ll be sure to be something, though we should be getting pretty damn close to our favorite park’s magic numbers. As for money, if I don’t get anything from my parents real soon, then we’re obviously on our own to save up anything else we may need or see if we can qualify for a loan.

Regardless of credit and money, we both agree we want to wait to go where we really want to go than go where we either don’t want to go or would at least prefer not to go. I want to be full of excitement when we move, not doubts and worries. It’s going to take time to get used to anyway, suddenly being so close to so many people after being out in the wilderness for half a decade, but still, I don’t want to go into something feeling like we probably made a mistake. So… I’m guessing we’ll be here until the fall or winter.

Left the treadmill down when I let the rats out to play. Sure enough, they were like, ooh, a new toy to climb! So I had to fold it back up. Those little devils are like 2-year-olds! Won’t stay out of anything.

God - a concept created to trick ourselves into believing something up there actually gives a damn amidst war, poverty, natural disasters and violence.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 6, 2013 Nancy spent a half-hour on my blog last night, then another half-hour this morning. She checked out the first 4 of the dozen links to old entries pertaining to her, but I was surprised to find she hadn’t returned when I got up at 7pm. I can’t believe she would decide not to check out the rest of it, so could she be viewing me undetected?

It was so funny cuz after I’d see her read an entry, I would turn around and mark it private. That way if she returned to them she’d wonder where the hell they went. I can’t swear the person who spent an hour on my blog was Nancy, but who else would it be? Also, if both sisters live in Indiana, why did one come up as being in Michigan while the other was in Illinois? They must be very close to where the borders of Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin and Indiana almost meet.

I unblocked them curious to see if they wrote anything about me on their walls. I didn’t see anything. I was, however, surprised to see the links I put on the sister’s wall still there. I deleted them for the hell of it, but I don’t think that deletes them from her POV.

Since it’s all a matter of public info, though I won’t share any links even though there were share options available, I saw that Nancy only got a year for assault and not the 3-8 she feared she’d get. This kind of pisses me off. That’s just 6 more months than I got for a fictitious letter. How the hell do you get off in just a year for assaulting a cop anyway?

She got in trouble in 2007 too, for trafficking a controlled substance. It was her first offense for that one, I guess. This was in New Mexico. Her general info and her PO were listed, but then it just said, “discharged.” How do you get “discharged” from trafficking???

Got a 5-minute VM from Tammy. LOL, on the phone she’s like I am in print. She talks, I write. Her message was a mixture of sad and funny. It was funny because Mark, who’s been picking up her messages while she’s been sick, was confused by my saying that I hope to get the “poodle’s” money soon (Walter’s meeting with a CPA soon but doesn’t yet know how much income tax will be due). I’ve been referring to Dad as the enabler and Mom as the poodle since those were what she favored most in life, and as Tammy said, a female poodle is a bitch and Mom was a bitch after all.

What’s sad is that she’s still sick and no one knows why. Tom and I hope and believe that sooner or later they’ll stumble onto whatever it is and be able to treat it. Maybe not cure it, but make it more livable.

She said that they were all sitting at the table in Longmeadow talking after I jumped out the window and she assured them that if they sent me to one more place – just one more – she’d see to it that she got me the hell out of there. She apologized for not realizing just what was going on and all that and not being there, but as I told her, I felt bad that she felt so left in the dark and helpless as to my situation back then, but please, please don’t! She had her own shit to deal with at the time to be bothering with me. I guess it’s only natural for one to feel that way about their little sister once they grow older, smarter and more mature and are able to look back and see the big picture that they couldn’t see before. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but one day in my 20s it hit me and I said to myself, “What the hell were those fucking parents of mine thinking by sending me back to a place I had just killed myself trying to escape?!”

What really burned me up was those saying I jumped just for attention, and I was like, yo, hello folks, isn’t a 20-foot drop a bit risky for “attention?” But you know how the attitudes were back then. Sometimes it still is, but not as bad as the 80s. Nothing I did be it jumping, cutting, starving or popping pills was for attention. Those aren’t the kinds of things kids do for attention. No one throws themselves out a window for attention any more than they would if they were happy and in great spirits. In truth, I actually wasn’t thinking, “I’m going to kill myself or I’m going to do this, this or that.” I just panicked. I’ll never forget that day. I remember April 12th, 1983 like it was just yesterday. It was just horrible. I knew I was going to do something stupid, something I couldn’t help, and something I would regret. I had the fleeting thought of reaching out to someone there but knew it wouldn’t do me any good. Next thing I know, I’m on the dresser, the screen’s yanked out, and down I go. I’d be dead or had a lot more than a broken arm if there hadn’t been an overhang about 8’ down. It helped break and slow down my fall a bit, but I will never forget the moment I hit the ground. The breath was literally knocked out of me. I couldn’t breathe for a good 30 seconds or so, then I started screaming. I even remember little details – the yellow curtain billowing out the window in the breeze, losing my beaded necklace and one shoe… I remember the way they ordered me not to move and put the neck brace on me as they placed me on the board and all that shit.

It was just as bad going back there a few weeks later what with how I was ostracized and made to feel ashamed for my actions instead of helped and supported. Know the first thing out of the bitch’s mouth when it came to see me in the hospital? “Try it again. Maybe you’ll succeed next time.”

No joke. True story.

I didn’t know about that discussion they had in Longmeadow. I thanked her for sticking up for me. They really were obsessed with the idea of shipping me off to all kinds of places – camps, funny farms, foster homes, schools run like prisons – am I missing anything? Oh, yeah, about a year or two after I went out on my own they wanted to get me into some kind of group home down in Florida. Gotta wonder what the hell went through their minds. Was it just funny to them? Or did they really think I was just that fucked in the head?

TUESDAY, MARCH 5, 2013 I was thinking more about Nancy, and like it or not I still have mixed emotions about the whole thing. Threatening to yank someone off their bunk and beat them up simply because you’re having a bad day is no laughing matter. I was first scared and then very angry. Still am, in some ways, because I never received an apology, though at the same time, I understand that jail has a way of causing you to lose touch with reality and not be very rational.

Nancy was bigger and stronger than me. I was scared. There’s no saying what she might’ve done to me had the detention officer not passed by when she did. Nancy’s one of those that no matter how fit I could become, she could probably always kick my ass. Maybe she was bluffing and just blowing off steam. But if she could attack a cop she could have attacked me. I knew it and I think she knew it, too.

Then she demanded I hand my jailhouse journal over to her or else! Well, here they are Nancy, if you ever read this. Do I hate you now 12 years after the fact? No, I don’t. I saw the good in you as well as the bad. I will admit that the thought of you reading the journals online where anyone could see them was amusing at first. I know, I know, kinda childish, but hey, even I’m not perfect. But maybe you will learn something from these words.

If you had attacked me, I’d probably have been defenseless and you’d probably have gotten away with it thanks to our fucked up laws and twisted God above. But just because I couldn’t fight back with my hands doesn’t mean I can’t with words, and I have, even if they can’t harm you. I don’t want them to harm you. Harming you isn’t the point or my goal. But again, maybe the lesson to be learned is that the past really can come back to haunt us in ways we least expect, for neither of us could have foreseen the internet becoming what it is today. Maybe you’ll never read this, maybe you will. Maybe if you do you’ll laugh or maybe you’ll be pissed or maybe you’ll feel a tinge of guilt for threatening someone half your size and strength. How you take these words is up to you.

Your sister said I used your last name, but I did a universal blog search as well as an individual blog search and I don’t see it. If you can figure out how to message me (I can no longer see into your accounts and don’t know if you have me blocked or it’s a glitch or even if your sister got my reply) send me the link to the blog your last name is supposedly in and I will remove it.

MONDAY, MARCH 4, 2013 Another shorts and T-shirt day, though that’s going to change soon enough. We’ve got some rain and cooler temps headed our way. By the weekend it should be nice again.

Tomorrow or the next day the propane people will be delivering 100 gallons of propane for $233 so I can expect a wake-up call since I’m on nights. I don’t have to go out to them, though. We leave the money order under the tank’s cap.

After I exchanged messages with Andy, we were both glad to have things back to normal between us. I just wish he’d be a little more trusting. I need to better my communication skills, too. Oh, the people who misunderstand me and bring up seemingly unrelated subjects to the main issue! But sometimes I write so fast that I use a poor choice of words, and sometimes our definitions of a word can be slightly different.

Meanwhile, I don’t judge people for the way they live their lives, be it by choice or by circumstance and I expect the same in return. You can disagree with me, but you can’t try to change me or try to tell me I’m wrong for my ways, because what’s right for one may not be right for another. Unlike my online life, I have an anti-social life and that is not only a combination of choice and location, but it is my right and my prerogative. :) However, while I will still be cautious as I don’t like the idea of trouble so close to home, I’m looking forward to being out and about more once we’re in the city where there’ll be clubhouses, pools and other things in our park, and places to bike ride to. We used to go biking a lot in Oregon and we both miss it. Because Tom had a 6-minute walk to work, we chose not to license the truck we had up there when it expired because we could walk everywhere we needed to go. Occasionally we took the bus to places like to get a new rat. I remember the day we brought Tinkerbelle home (she’s still the best rat we ever had), and laughed to myself when I looked around me at my fellow passengers and thought, “If only they knew what was in this box!”

Chatted briefly with Nane and more than briefly with Mary. It is so nice to see how far she’s come so fast after being held back for so damn long.

We can be addicted to anything. Anything. Sex, drugs, coffee, candy, TV, porn, gambling, and even languages. Well, I wish I didn’t have such a language addiction and could just focus on Spanish only. This may be hard for those who aren’t into languages to understand, but the various languages tend to “compete” with each other in our minds. When translating a sentence to Spanish either in my mind or out loud, sometimes the German or Italian word for whatever will jump into mind before the Spanish does. When it comes to the word thank you, I like the word danke better than gracias or grazie, and sometimes I’ll tell a Hispanic or Italian person danke without realizing it.

Still worried about Tammy. She left a message saying she was on oxygen 24/7, has massive inflammation they can’t figure out, and extremely high blood sugar to the point where she’s in danger of going comatose.

I emailed Walter to ask if he had any updates for me and haven’t gotten a reply. I’d hate to think anyone’s playing with me, though it hasn’t quite been a month since he said he thinks he can issue a partial payment, so we’ll see.

Looks like Molly’s current fixation to stalk is a guy at her group home. There’s a no-dating rule there, and he’s also not interested in her from the way she’s whined in her blog that he hugs other girls but never her. I feel sorry for this guy, Alan, but am glad that Marbridge and Alan are keeping her busy and hogging up most of her attention. She still peeks in on me, and Kim, of course, is still flying under radar. Someone asked Molly how she was and how her mother was doing. I smell Kim behind that one, but who knows for sure? Maybe she’s not even following me every day, but if I had to guess, she tunes in several times a day. What else does one with no life have to do? She literally has zero responsibilities. No chores, no online job, no out-of-the-house job, no lover, no nothing. She doesn’t work out either. Her whole life is nothing but food and computers. The only thing she’s ever mentioned outside of those two things is TV.

Later…

LMAO! Just friended Nancy’s sister Tammy, got accepted, and dropped the links on her wall. I explained that I couldn’t get through to Nancy, and asked that she pass the links on to her. I then unfriended her, since as I admitted to her, I only friended her to float the links. I’ll re-add her if she’d like, though. Neither Tammy nor Nancy has gotten my messages. I’m surprised the friend request went through.

What I didn’t tell her was that I didn’t want to add Nancy for fear of her leaving nasty comments and threats on my wall after she checked out the links. Someone in Michigan (both sisters live in Indiana) checked out one of the links. I hope Tammy doesn’t delete them before giving them to Nancy, and I hope she even bothers to in the first place.

Just got a reply from Tammy (so she’s in MI) saying she’ll give Nancy the links, but that I should’ve asked Nancy before publishing these journals, and do I know that I used her last and middle name?

No, I don’t. Although I’m within my legal rights, I’m big on not using full names or other sensitive info. I ran and checked and A, I did not use her last name, and B, I never knew her middle name. I know her nickname, but I thought it was just that, a nickname. Could that really be her middle name?

Anyway, I blocked their accounts cuz I don’t want to deal with them anymore. The idea was to piss Nancy off by publishing the journals she always wanted to read in the first place after she scared the shit out of me and made my life unpleasant for a while. I think they call it karma.

Tammy also explained that Nancy had a lot of problems in the past and went through foster care as a kid and was basically parted from her family. I told her I understood that no one’s perfect. I too, had problems in the past, went through foster care, and didn’t speak to my family for a decade. It’s no excuse for the way she threatened and scared the shit out of me in 2001, but it’s in the past and I don’t hold it against her. I know jail is a tough place to be, and had it not been for her being the tougher one, maybe I’d have kicked her ass and would still be locked up for it.

Meanwhile, I don’t mean to offend anyone. I’m only giving the links to Nancy because she herself demanded to read my journal once upon a time. Well, here it is. I think she may actually get a kick out of some of it all these years later.

I didn’t have only bad things to say about her, as you can see if you scroll down this page.

Anyway, I wish her and her family the best.

SUNDAY, MARCH 3, 2013 Waking up to find Andy saying he still thinks I’m lying about needing eye treatment since I said I wasn’t going back to the doctor no matter what (along with yet another gross, perverted picture he knows I’d rather not see), really annoys the fuck out of me. First I’m playing up a supposed sleep disorder and now I’m downplaying eye issues? I thought he was over his trust issues. Yet he thinks I’m just saying everything’s ok to avoid being lectured about it.

Maybe our friendship isn’t what I thought it was. Better yet maybe it’s not what he thought it was and maybe he needs to find “better” friends that he feels he can trust. Really, if you can’t trust me and you can’t respect my wishes, then why bother?

It’s easy to say we’re not going to go back to wherever or that we’re not going to deal with whatever, but who in their right mind would choose blindness over not going to the doctor if it was truly necessary? Not me!

He said that I said I wasn’t going to discuss medical issues anymore, and yes, I did say that a while back. Perhaps he missed my later entry about realizing that no matter what I say, if people want to lecture me or call me a liar or insist I’m wrong about something, they will. Seriously, if someone wants to hassle me for choosing a leopard print chair cover to cover the rough fabric of my desk chair instead of the zebra, they will. I realized that the only way to avoid conflict is to never say or do anything. That would also mean not having any blogs. But what fun would that be? I’m not going to live in a cave with duct tape over my mouth simply because some people have trust issues or can’t handle what I may have to say. Making myself less accessible to stalkers on sites I was getting sick of any way is one thing, but not being myself is another. So yes, yes, yes, I will discuss any past, present or future medical problems as freely as a river flows. Yes, I will say that I believe that any prayers that seem to have been answered are just a coincidence that was meant to be anyway. Yes, I will say that I disagree with the behavior of some blacks and Arabs and that my feelings on some groups are mixed. Want to call me a racist that’s going to fry in hell? Fine, do it! And yes, I will say that I blame God just as much as I blame my father for allowing my mother to abuse me. I will talk about my dreams and dream premonitions and how I’m anti-teen pregnancy and believe that teen knock-ups should be forced to abort or adopt out their kids. And no, if your dog gets shot for barking up a storm, I’m not going to feel sorry for you like everyone else will. So if I’m too weird, controversial, abnormal or a downright liar in your book, feel free to walk out of my life and never look back.

If you really want to lecture me, lecture me about not seeing a GYN since 1999. That’s where I’m actually being kind of stupid, especially since I’ve got a higher risk of cervical cancer. But I hate crotch doctors and life is about taking risks (sometimes). So, until and if I ever have pain, excessive bleeding that never stops, or some other symptom like that, I’m not going to one anytime soon. Then again, why don’t you just call me a liar instead and insist I just saw one last week.

Believe it or not (literally) I don’t think I have heart problems or diabetes or anything like that, but I have been wondering about my thyroid, as I recently said. So once I get my teeth finished, I’ll get that checked out.

Other than a possibly funky thyroid, 30 extra pounds, and shitty vision, I think I’m very healthy. Maybe breast cancer will start setting in tomorrow, and maybe I will have serious eye issues in a decade, but why worry about it now?

Ok, now it’s onto other things besides health issues and who believes and agrees with me on what. Tom installed the car radio and it sooo cool. It does so much! But I’m not big on regular radio stations anymore cuz I hate sitting through commercials which seem to get longer and longer each year, so I loaded up a ton of MP3s on a flash drive. Some of the radio stations are cool, though, cuz the thing displays the titles and artists. Love the colors that slowly cycle through, and how we can charge the cells with it.

Not much else going on. All the cleaning is done, so now I can just chillax through what’s left of the weekend. Poor Tom, though. Tomorrow it’s back to six 10-hour days. A ton of money, though.

Our credit score is climbing fast, but the $200 the corrupt rental agency says we owe them is still on there and it will be for another year. So even when the numbers are where the park of our choice wants them to be, we still may have to either wait or pay our perps to get ahead and to get what we want. Really don’t like that potential ultimatum, but it may not be an issue. We don’t know yet.

Not much in the way of dreams. C asked me to start writing stories again and posting them, Nane invited me on a houseboat for a week with a couple of friends of hers, and once again I was a little violent. At least they always deserve whatever I do. :) I was sitting at a counter on a stool in a restaurant when some cock leaned over me, more than invading my personal space. I pushed backward, shoving him away with the weight of my body, and then I beat him unconscious with one of someone’s crutches that was nearby. LOL, I don’t think I’d go to such extremes for real unless my life was in danger.

One more thing about Andy. In screening old journals I came across something about a sexual harassment suit being filed against him by a coworker, and him complaining that others talk about sex just as much as he does.

Here’s a convicted and registered sex offender who does nothing but obsess over sex night and day, and who comes off as totally perverted online with the overkill in sex talk/pics. Does he have more of a problem than he’s willing to admit?

And fuck Maliheh too, who was obviously never a true friend and never had any intentions of being one in the first place. I know I’m right about her only buddying up to me to keep her name out of things. There’s no doubt about it now. First she was ignoring me and now she’s ignoring my emails. Meaning, she’s not even opening them. Unless she didn’t receive them or she escaped detection, she’s not reading my messages. So fine. We’re done.

Life’s twistedness and unfairness still piss me off at times. I asked Tom if they could file a class action suit against his company with the way they work everyone to death, and he said no because all he has to do is just quit. Yeah, and all the blacks and Mexicans had to do was just not read the journal excerpts I sent them.

Later…

Andy just told me mom was a lot like me in that she’d dump someone she disagreed with. sighs I didn’t dump him, and no, I don’t “agree” with being called a liar. He’s been doing this to me for as long as I’ve known him and one of these days I’m going to really fuck with his head and give him a reason to call me a liar. Is he that miserable that he feels he’s got to start shit with others to make himself feel better? Maybe I really should reconsider not discussing health issues with him. Or maybe I should call him a liar.

I’m sick of being compared to my mother, too. I’m not her and I never will be.

Nancy appears to have finally checked in on Facebook, but no one in Indiana appears on my tracking list, and if she replied to any messages, I didn’t get them. I give up. I can’t get through to her directly or via her sister. So I unfollowed her and got her shit off my wall. She could’ve gone to my trackless blog, but I doubt it.

I so stupidly taught the rats to ring their little toy bell for treats and attention. What the hell was I thinking? LOL

There was a new listing today on a beautiful 1991 home in our second favorite park, the Diamond K Estates, in Roseville. It’s a 25K home. Tom says he thinks we can get a 10-year loan, but that it won’t take us nearly that long to pay it off. It’s at the lower end of the square footage we want at 1100-something, and it sure is gorgeous. It has a lot for the price. All new appliances, carpet, and even a garage. It also has a sunroom, and the walls are in great condition. I don’t know why that 1999 house had such beat-up walls. Who knows what they did to them, but once we saw it in person we both agreed it was in a shitty location within the park. It’s gone now, anyway.

I was against it at first, as nice as it is, figuring it’d be too risky, but Tom broke down the numbers for me, added up the costs, and I could see that the monthly expenses would be comparable to here even though this is another luxury park of sorts.

I just know that if I don’t get my money in the next week or two, or at least some of it, I’m going to be pissed. The more you have, the more options you have.

SATURDAY, MARCH 2, 2013 When my hard-working hubby comes home, his laundry will be done and his food will be ready. So those are two fewer things he has to worry about. Makes me feel good to do what I can to make his life a little easier. I hope the new shoes he got help his heel. At $100, they better! He’ll return them if there are any problems. Just because we have money doesn’t mean we want to waste it.

While I still would have gladly settled for only being able to pay for the bare necessities after the hell we went through, it is nice to have extra. Extra money is really the only way to give one a real cushion of security as opposed to when you’re living paycheck to paycheck.

But all good things do usually come to an end. Sooner or later whatever is up there is going to yank the carpet out from under our feet and sit back and laugh while we struggle our asses off. Why not? It’s happened before. I’m talking about struggling to pay for what we need, not what we want. We struggled our first year in Oregon and nearly half a decade in Cali. If what happens once can happen twice, then what happens twice can happen thrice.

But what if it doesn’t? What if God takes our future home in other ways? He used money to take our home/land in Arizona, and then the land we planned to build on in Oregon. But what if we really are never poor again but I’m still right in assuming He doesn’t want us having a place of our own? What if He happens to see that it catches fire or some other disaster demolishes it? What if, what if, what if? It’s not going to stop us, though. We intend to be in the driver’s seat of our lives whenever possible.

When I was posting old journals last night I came across an interesting entry in the summer of 2010 where Andy said his guardian angel said I’d be so sick with a horrible cold from mid-January – mid-February, one that would fuck with my asthma and make me want to kill myself. But don’t do that, he also said, because something really good would happen in April.

Right month, wrong year. I was sicker than a dog in January and a little into February. I didn’t want to commit suicide, but I did have wheezing, congestion and the cough from hell.

Also, at the end of last year, I sensed a major change in April. Still don’t see how we could move by then or even have a place picked out, but we’ll see. I don’t think the change is to be bad, so maybe it’s when I’ll get my inheritance. That’s really all I can think of right now.

Andy also predicts that the whole world will experience some disaster, though he doesn’t know what or when. He says I may not lose my home but may be without power for a week, which would make people more compassionate to others when they lose power.

I’ve gone longer than that without power (sort of). When we first settled on our land in Arizona and then in Oregon, we had to use a generator for power and could only use it for so long. Otherwise, we had to rely on batteries whenever possible.

Also, experience doesn’t always breed compassion like we think it would and should. Sometimes it does, but I’ve seen enough fatties pick on other fatties, the poor pick on the poor, the legally screwed pick on others who got railroaded, and the sick pick on other sick people.

Got 2 of the 10 incense packs I ordered and both smell great. Halloween Scary Night by Gonesh and Shower of Flowers.

And no, I’m not denying myself eye treatment and lying about it to avoid being lectured. They said to call back if I had any questions, but no treatment was necessary at this time. I’m a little surprised they didn’t tell me to come back in a few months, so this makes me think the numbers are down pressure-wise. I could still develop problems in the future that will require treatment, but hopefully not.

FRIDAY, MARCH 1, 2013 The eye doctor’s office left a text message saying that the doctor says no treatment is necessary at this time and to call if I have any questions. This is great to know, though I was never really all that worried. It’s still a relief to be able to move on to other things. Besides house hunting, I still have to finish my dental work and see other doctors.

I misunderstood which cell the doctor would call. I thought he would call the one Tom takes to work, but he called mine instead. I keep the ringer on, but I usually keep the phone in the living room, so they must’ve called when I had the music on to drown out Jesse’s ATV, motorcycle, or whatever he had going at the time. I also like music when I’m cleaning or working out. I even crank up the tunes when I’m showering.

I thought about it and decided that I definitely want to get my thyroid checked after I finish my teeth. I’ll have to see a regular doctor anyway before I can see an ear specialist. The possibility of my thyroid being off has been something I’ve been wondering about for too long now. Why not find out for sure? I have more than half the signs of a whacky thyroid and my body is not responding to diet and exercise. It hasn’t for a long time now unless I damn near starve it. Instead, I just keep losing the same few pounds that come right back. Really don’t think I can hold my weight much longer. It’s been like trying to hang onto the hood of a moving car. If there isn’t a problem that can be helped, sooner or later I’m going to fall off that car, probably sooner. Dieting shouldn’t be easy, but there’s a difference between hard and damn near impossible. Even at my age, I shouldn’t have to cut my calories so low for so little in return. I say let’s let them either tell me I’ve got a fucked up thyroid and fix it or tell me it’s hopeless and it’s just a part of aging, etc.

It’s hard to believe it’s going to be raining and in the 50s in a few days considering that right now it’s sunny and 70s. It’s 80° inside now because I don’t have the cooler going. Its vent is open and the windows are open, but that’s about it. I wonder why I’m not as heat tolerant as I used to be. Our house in Arizona was usually kept at 82° and it was quite comfy so long as I didn’t wear much. I thought my lack of tolerance was due to not being used to such fierce heat anymore, and some of it probably is, but I also wonder if age and getting so damn fat has to do with it, too.

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Wholesale vs Dropshipping: Choosing the Right Clothing Vendors in the U.S.

Finding the right clothing vendors in USA is one of the most critical steps for running a successful fashion business. Whether you are a boutique owner or an online retailer, your choice of vendors can directly influence your product quality, profit margins, and customer satisfaction. Two common sourcing models for fashion businesses are wholesale and dropshipping. In this blog, we will explore these models, their advantages, disadvantages, and help you decide which option suits your business best.

What is Wholesale Clothing?

Wholesale clothing involves purchasing apparel in bulk directly from clothing vendors or suppliers. These vendors offer discounted rates on large quantities, making it an ideal option for businesses that can manage inventory storage.

Advantages of Wholesale:

Lower Cost Per Unit: Buying in bulk reduces the overall cost per item, which can lead to higher profit margins.

Better Control Over Inventory: You have direct control over your stock, ensuring that you can monitor and maintain quality.

Customization Opportunities: Many wholesale clothing suppliers and distributors offer branding and customization options.

Disadvantages of Wholesale:

Upfront Costs: You need significant capital to invest in bulk purchases.

Risk of Unsold Inventory: If items don’t sell, you could end up with dead stock, affecting your profitability.

What is Dropshipping?

Dropshipping is a business model where you partner with clothing vendors who handle inventory storage and order fulfillment. When a customer places an order, the vendor ships the product directly to the customer on your behalf.

Advantages of Dropshipping:

Low Startup Costs: There’s no need for upfront investment in inventory, making it a great option for new businesses.

No Storage Space Required: Since the vendor handles inventory, you don’t need a warehouse or storage facility.

Flexibility: You can test new products without committing to bulk orders.

Disadvantages of Dropshipping:

Lower Profit Margins: Vendors often charge higher prices per unit, leaving you with smaller margins.

Limited Control: You have little to no control over product quality or shipping times.

Vendor Dependence: Your business’s reputation relies heavily on the reliability of your clothing manufacturer supplier.

Key Differences Between Wholesale and Dropshipping

Here are some key differences to help you understand which model may work better for your business:

Inventory Management:

Wholesale: You purchase, store, and manage your own inventory.

Dropshipping: The vendor manages inventory and shipping.

Cost Structure:

Wholesale: Higher upfront investment but better margins.

Dropshipping: Minimal upfront costs but lower profits.

Risk Level:

Wholesale: Risk of unsold inventory.

Dropshipping: Risk of delayed or poor-quality shipments.

Order Fulfillment:

Wholesale: You handle packing and shipping.

Dropshipping: The vendor takes care of fulfillment.

Choosing the Right Model for Your Business

Your choice between wholesale and dropshipping depends on your business needs, resources, and goals.

When to Choose Wholesale:

You have enough capital to invest in bulk inventory.

You have storage space and systems in place for inventory management.

You want more control over product quality and branding.

When to Choose Dropshipping:

You’re starting with limited resources or budget.

You want to avoid the hassle of inventory storage and order fulfillment.

You’re focused on testing product varieties or new markets.

Top U.S.-Based Clothing Vendors for Each Model

Wholesale Clothing Vendors:

FashionGo: A leading platform connecting buyers with reliable wholesale clothing distributors in the U.S.

LAShowroom: Offers a vast selection of trendy apparel from trusted wholesale clothing suppliers.

Pearl Global: A leading apparel manufacturer and vendors in USA.

Dropshipping Clothing Vendors:

Modalyst: Integrates with platforms like Shopify to offer seamless dropshipping services.

Printful: Ideal for custom designs and branded clothing products.

Spocket: Focuses on fast shipping from U.S.-based apparel vendors.

Pros and Cons of U.S.-Based Clothing Vendors

Benefits of U.S.-Based Vendors:

Faster Shipping: Shorter delivery times compared to overseas vendors.

Higher Quality Standards: U.S. clothing vendors often adhere to strict quality controls.

Better Communication: Operating within the same time zone improves collaboration and support.

Challenges:

Higher Costs: Products and services from U.S. vendors are generally more expensive.

Limited Variety: Fewer options compared to international markets.

Conclusion

Choosing between wholesale and dropshipping depends on your business’s financial resources, operational capacity, and long-term goals. Wholesale offers higher profit margins and greater control but requires a significant upfront investment. On the other hand, dropshipping is a low-risk option with minimal startup costs, perfect for those who value flexibility and want to avoid inventory hassles.

To succeed, partner with trusted clothing vendors who align with your business model. Whether you choose wholesale clothing suppliers or dropshipping vendors, thorough research and planning will set you on the path to success in the competitive U.S. fashion industry.

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Discover the Best Gemstone Shop in Delhi: Kriyam Gem

Gemstones have fascinated humanity for centuries, revered for their beauty, rarity, and spiritual significance. Whether you're seeking a dazzling piece of jewelry, a stone for astrological benefits, or a unique gift, finding the right gemstone shop is essential. If you’re in Delhi, the bustling heart of India, look no further than Kriyam Gem – your trusted destination for premium gemstones.

Why Gemstones Matter

Gemstones hold a special place in various cultures, offering benefits beyond their stunning appearance. Here’s why gemstones are valued:

Aesthetic Appeal: Precious and semi-precious stones elevate the elegance of jewelry.

Astrological Importance: Many believe gemstones influence planetary energies, bringing prosperity, health, and happiness.

Healing Properties: Some gemstones are associated with emotional and physical well-being.

Investment Value: High-quality gemstones can serve as long-term investments due to their enduring value.

Kriyam Gem: Your Trusted Gemstone Shop in Delhi

At Kriyam Gem, we take pride in offering an unmatched selection of gemstones, ensuring every customer finds something special. Here's what sets us apart:

1. Certified Authenticity

We guarantee genuine, certified gemstones. Each piece is meticulously checked to ensure it meets industry standards for quality and authenticity.

2. Wide Variety of Gemstones

Our collection includes a vast range of precious and semi-precious stones, such as:

Ruby

Sapphire

Emerald

Diamond

Pearl

Topaz

Amethyst

Citrine Whatever your preference, Kriyam Gem has the perfect stone to suit your needs.

3. Astrological Guidance

Choosing the right gemstone for astrological benefits requires expert guidance. At Kriyam Gem, our in-house astrologers help you select stones tailored to your birth chart and specific goals.

4. Custom Jewelry Designs

We offer custom jewelry services, allowing you to turn your chosen gemstone into a unique, handcrafted piece. From rings and pendants to bracelets, we bring your vision to life.

5. Competitive Pricing

While gemstones are a luxury, we believe they should be accessible to all. Our transparent pricing ensures you receive the best value for your investment.

6. Customer-Centric Approach

We prioritize your satisfaction, providing a seamless shopping experience, whether you visit our store in Delhi or shop online.

Why Choose Kriyam Gem in Delhi?

Delhi is home to countless gemstone shops, but Kriyam Gem stands out because of our commitment to:

Quality assurance

Ethical sourcing

Personalized service

Expert advice

Located in the heart of the city, our store is easily accessible and designed to make your shopping experience enjoyable.

Tips for Buying Gemstones

Check Certification: Ensure the gemstone comes with a genuine certification.

Understand Your Needs: Know whether you’re buying for aesthetic, astrological, or investment purposes.

Examine the Cut and Clarity: High-quality stones have excellent clarity and precise cuts.

Seek Expert Guidance: Consult professionals for accurate recommendations.

Visit Kriyam Gem Today!

For a blend of elegance, authenticity, and trust, choose Kriyam Gem as your go-to gemstone shop in Delhi. Whether you're an enthusiast or a first-time buyer, we’re here to guide you every step of the way.

Visit our store to explore the finest collection of gemstones or contact us online for inquiries. Experience the brilliance of Kriyam Gem today!

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Find the Best Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2 for Comfort and Safety

Finding the right accommodation is crucial for students studying in Knowledge Park 2. If you are looking for a secure and comfortable living space, girls PG near Knowledge Park 2 offers excellent facilities tailored to meet the needs of female students. This guide will help you understand why staying in a PG near this area is a smart choice and what to look for while selecting one.

Why Choose a Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2?

Knowledge Park 2 is a hub for educational institutions, making it a prime location for students. Staying in a girls PG near Knowledge Park 2 ensures you are close to your college, saving time and money on daily travel. This area is also well-connected to public transport, making it easier to explore nearby places.

PG accommodations here cater specifically to students, with facilities like high-speed Wi-Fi, study desks, and quiet environments for focused learning. You also get a sense of security, as most PGs have CCTV surveillance and on-site wardens for safety.

Key Features of Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2

Here are some features you can expect in a well-maintained girls PG near Knowledge Park 2:

Furnished Rooms: Most PGs come with fully furnished rooms, including beds, cupboards, and study tables, so you don’t need to worry about buying furniture.

Home-Cooked Meals: Nutritious and hygienic meals are provided, usually three times a day. Some PGs even offer customizable meal plans to cater to specific dietary needs.

High-Speed Internet: With online learning becoming common, reliable Wi-Fi is essential. A good girls PG near Knowledge Park 2 ensures uninterrupted internet access.

Laundry Services: Weekly or daily laundry services are often included, saving you time and effort.

24/7 Security: Security measures like CCTV cameras, biometric entries, and on-site guards ensure that residents feel safe at all times.

Proximity to Colleges: Staying close to your college reduces travel time and gives you more time to focus on studies or extracurricular activities.

How to Choose the Best Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2

When looking for a girls PG near Knowledge Park 2, it’s essential to keep a few factors in mind:

Budget: Compare the rent and facilities offered by different PGs. Look for options that give you the best value for money.

Location: Make sure the PG is within walking or cycling distance from your college to save on commute costs.

Facilities: Check if the PG offers facilities like Wi-Fi, meals, and laundry. Visit the premises to ensure everything is well-maintained.

Reviews: Talk to current residents or read online reviews to understand the PG's quality of services.

Safety: Confirm if the PG has proper security measures like cameras and female-only staff.

Benefits of Living in a Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2

Living in a girls PG near Knowledge Park 2 is not just convenient but also enriching. Here are some benefits:

Focus on Studies: With housekeeping and meals taken care of, you can concentrate fully on academics.

Networking: You get to live with like-minded students, which helps you build friendships and share resources.

Independence: Living in a PG teaches you time management and independence, preparing you for the future.

Top Recommendations for Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2

Pearl Residency: Located just 500 meters from major colleges, Pearl Residency offers spacious rooms, daily housekeeping, and a homely environment.

Elite Stay: Elite Stay is popular among students for its affordable rates and excellent facilities like 24/7 power backup and delicious meals.

SafeNest PG: As the name suggests, SafeNest ensures top-notch security while providing amenities like air-conditioned rooms and Wi-Fi.

Tips for Moving into a Girls PG Near Knowledge Park 2

Pack Smart: Bring essentials like bedding, toiletries, and study materials. Most PGs provide basic furniture.

Stay Organized: Keep your belongings tidy to make the small space more functional.

Follow Rules: Adhere to the PG's rules to maintain harmony with roommates and staff.

Final Thoughts

A girls PG near Knowledge Park 2 is a perfect choice for female students who want a safe, comfortable, and convenient place to stay. With excellent facilities, proximity to colleges, and a student-friendly atmosphere, these accommodations ensure a hassle-free living experience. Take the time to research and visit PGs before making your decision.

By choosing the right PG, you can focus on your studies and make the most of your time in Knowledge Park 2. Start your search today and find a place that feels like home!

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Rare Sparkle's Guide to Jewelry Your Girlfriend Will Always Treasure

Although choosing something she may treasure forever sounds like picking something beautiful, in essence, it's not just about the beauty of something but also finding something that says her style and personality as much as the memories that it captures. Our online jewelry store in the USA offers to guide you toward a perfect pick. Here is how you can choose meaningful and timeless jewelry.

1. Her Style and Preferences First

 of all, this is how you find a piece that she would love, by knowing her style. Is it classic or rather modern and bolder? Consider the jewelry that she often uses: is she a gold, silver, or rose-gold woman? Is it minimalist or something to make her stand out with a statement jewelry? The online jewelry store USA at Rare Sparkle has a wide range of styles that start from elegant solitaires to bold and eye-catching pieces, so that there is definitely something that will suit every personality and aesthetic.

2. Jewelry with Valuable Gemstones

Jewelry is often a reflection of personal significance, and one of the biggest responsibilities of the gemstone is this very job. People usually choose birthstones for themselves because they are connected to their identity and personal significance. You can also opt for stones that carry particular meanings, such as sapphires to symbolize loyalty, growth via emeralds, or serenity via amethysts. In different types of precious and semi-precious gemstones, Rare Sparkle has a line that will enable you to choose the stone best that will give it a personal touch on the gift.

3. Choose Pieces That Can Be Worn for Any Occasion

From her collection, there will be favorite items she loves to adorn as everyday wear or dress up for special occasions. Classic pairs and uncluttered designs, such as diamond studs, delicate bracelets, or simple pendant necklaces, easily go from day to night. Our US-based online jewelry store will handpick versatile designs that fit any scenario, making sure she thinks about you each time she puts it on - be it for a night out or an evening gala.

4. Personalization through Customisation

A customized jewelry can make it unforgettable. From engraving a specific date, name, or initials to meaningful symbols, personalized jewelry is a true thoughtful gesture adding much more meaning. At Rare Sparkle's online jewelry store, we have different options of customization so that you could truly create a piece unique to you and absolutely personal. Be it the bracelet with her initials engraved, or the ring with a special message - customization makes jewelry very special indeed.

5. Invest in Quality for Life Long 

People must be sure that the jewelry they buy will be treasured and passed down to generations. That is why the company should invest in quality when choosing the right piece that she'll always treasure. Jewelry that is well crafted using high-quality material and expert craftsmanship will stand the test of time as a beautiful heirloom for future generations. Rare Sparkle boasts in having jewelry that's crafted using durable metals and premium gemstones for your long-lasting gift. Our online jewelry store in the USA offers you all sorts of perfectly crafted pieces that stand the test of time and do not lose their beauty and value over time.

6. Timeless, Classic Designs

If you're really not sure of her particular style, you can't go wrong with some simple, timeless pieces of jewelry. Diamond stud earrings, a gold bangle or a plain pearl necklace are all timeless favorites that pretty much suit any taste. Rare Sparkle offers an array of elegant classics to become treasured staples in her jewelry box.

Why Choose Rare Sparkle's Online Jewelry Store?

At Rare Sparkle, we place premium value on our efforts to ensure that you get that ideal piece that she will always cherish forever. Since we have been a trusted and valued online jewelry store in the USA for years, we have an incredibly fantastic collection of high-quality and thoughtful jewelry pieces that are made for various tastes and preferences. Our commitment to craftsmanship, personalization, and personalized service ensures that every piece holds special importance.

Conclusion

It's about finding jewelry she would love and appreciate for the rest of her life - a piece of beauty that comes with a personal meaning. You will find from personalized designs to timeless designs at Rare Sparkle's online jewelry store in the USA, celebrating special moments, representing her unique style, and so much more. Browse our selection today and come across something she'll love for years to come, and make your gesture one she'll never forget. As though Rare Sparkle, your gift, is not merely jewelry, but a memory that time cannot erase.

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Affordable Taxi Service Hire in Hyderabad

Hyderabad overflows with rich culture, history, and modern charm. One day is enough to experience the main sites. Getting around quickly and comfortably can be a challenge without your own transportation.

You can book an affordable and reliable taxi service in Hyderabad. You can reserve a clean vehicle from Chiku Cab. Their drivers know the efficient routes between top spots so you maximize sightseeing. Their taxi services help you soak up Hyderabad's vibrant sights in a day without hassle.

Lad Bazaar

Lad Bazaar is known for its markets selling bangles, pearls, and other traditional items at affordable prices. It's a great place to go around and shop for local goods. However, going there on public transportation can be tricky. You can book a cab service in Hyderabad like Chiku Cab. This will allow you to maximize your time exploring and shopping without worrying.

They offer reliable car rentals with friendly drivers who know the city and can wait patiently while you discover Lad Bazaar. You simply book online or via their app, and a clean vehicle with a courteous driver will be waiting at your selected pickup time and location.

Renting a car rental through them takes the hassle out of travel so you can immerse yourself. You reserve ahead of time. So you can have the freedom to take your time browsing without worrying about public transit schedules.

Salar Jung Museum

The Salar Jung Museum is one of India's largest museums. It has impressive collections of artefacts, sculptures, and paintings. You can wander through the galleries of precious antiques and artworks for 1-2 hours.

Booking an affordable taxi rental is the best to travel between Hyderabad's top sites. Chiku Cab reliable drivers know the quickest routes so you save time in transit. You can go for their cab booking in Hyderabad for your sightseeing. This will let you focus on the museum instead of dealing with public transportation.

Shilparamam

Shilparamam is a popular arts and crafts village. This is perfect for picking up unique goods and traditional gifts at reasonable prices. You’re sure to find something special to commemorate your trip. You can wander around at your leisure, but with so much to see deciding what to buy can take time.

You can reserve a taxi ahead of your visit to Shilparamam village. Chiku Cab offers cab in Hyderabad with polite drivers ready to pick you up at your chosen meeting point and time. They know the roads so your ride is smooth without traffic hassles. This allows you to simply relax and focus on handicrafts once you arrive.

Their affordable rates mean reserving a car rental is easy for enjoying sites across Hyderabad without delays. Visit a popular spot like Shilparamam stress-free by planning your trip with Chiku Cab online or via app. Their reliable service lets you experience the best of Hyderabad.

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Top 10 Reasons Why Jewelry Is a Girl’s Best Friend

A certain place in every girl’s heart has always been reserved for jewelry. From a dainty bracelet to sparkling earrings, jewelry is more than just an accessory — it’s an expression of personality, style, and sometimes even sentiment. At Tarathi Jewels, we understand that every piece of jewelry tells a story, and we’re here to share why jewelry is truly a girl’s best friend.

1. Enhances Any Outfit

Jewelry has the magical ability to elevate even the simplest outfits. Whether it’s a pair of bold earrings or a statement necklace, the right piece can turn casual wear into something extraordinary.

2. Perfect for Every Occasion

Jewelry is appropriate for both formal occasions and informal get-togethers. And for those who love variety without breaking the bank, you can easily buy imitation earrings online from Tarathi Jewels and enjoy high-quality designs without the high price.

3. Expresses Personal Style

Jewelry lets you showcase your unique personality. Some prefer subtle pieces, while others love a bit of sparkle. With jewelry, you can express your taste and make a style statement without saying a word.

4. Makes a Great Gift

Jewelry is one of the most popular gifts for a reason — it’s thoughtful, beautiful, and timeless. Whether it’s a birthday, anniversary, or just because, gifting jewelry shows you care in a meaningful way.

5. Boosts Confidence

Ever noticed how putting on a pair of beautiful earrings or a necklace instantly boosts your confidence? Jewelry has that effect! It can make you feel elegant and empowered, adding an extra pep to your step.

6. Holds Sentimental Value

Some pieces of jewelry hold cherished memories, like a gift from a loved one or a piece worn on a special day. These items become more than just accessories; they become keepsakes.

7. Completes Your Look

Accessories complete your look, and jewelry is the ultimate finishing touch. Even if you’re wearing a basic outfit, adding the right jewelry can make it feel polished and put-together.

8. Affordable Options Are Everywhere

Gone are the days when jewelry had to be expensive to be beautiful. Now, you can buy imitation earrings online that look just as stunning as real gemstones. With Tarathi Jewels, you can access a variety of designs that are stylish, durable, and affordable.

9. Trends That Never Go Out of Style

Some jewelry styles are timeless — think pearls, gold chains, and diamond studs. These classic pieces are loved across generations, making them a wise choice that never goes out of fashion.

10. Simply Makes You Feel Special

Lastly, jewelry simply makes you feel special. It’s an instant mood booster that adds a touch of elegance and sparkle to everyday life.

Jewelry is a means of expressing who you are and is more than just a “best friend.” With Tarathi Jewels, you can find pieces that complement your style and make you feel amazing. Discover a world of beautiful, affordable jewelry and embrace your style confidently.

For any order and shipping info please mail to tarathijewels@gmail.com Alternatively you can contact us via Whatsapp on +91 73052 03958. And also visit our website for more collections www.tarathijewels.com