#riding at the back of the motorcycle is called riding bitch. btw

[sophaeros]

transcript:

alex: alright, babe?

nick: you got a bitch? where’s your girlfriend?

alex: alright darlin’. ah, tell you what, you’re riding with the wrong man.

nick: yeah, you reckon?

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alex: got enough room there, love?

jamie: yeah, [inaudible]

matt: ah, me leg’s up here, love.

jamie: do you want me to undo me top?

/end transcript

also found this classic on my phone again

[prorevenge]

No School Principal post for you!

It was in high school, 10th grade USA - so I am about 16 and recently made friends with a guy named Mario from a class project we were given.

background; I grew up in the inner city during the 1990's so figured if you were in D.C., New York, or any familiar east cost city.

Anyhow, since this was public school, teachers and admins dont really care about us other than making sure we are not stabbing and shooting each other.

Since me and Mario came from low-income and welfare background, we really didnt have nice things. I did my share of shame but I never stole from anybody.

One day we have a big school assembly for a speaker who survived a motorcycle accident. It was fun, to get out of class for two periods. So at the end of the assembly, I was leaving and Mario called out to me and asked to to grab his jacket as he left it on the chair. Me without thinking, grab it and gave it to him.

Cue a couple of weeks later, and I had to go to the counselor to get a some records for my P-SAT. The vice principal (VP) at that time was there as her office was next to my counselor and she stopped me and asked about a stolen jacket. I was scared of my mind because I did not steal anybody jacket and she told me I was facing expulsion for stealing another student's jacket.

At this time, I was on track for some academic scholarship and was scared out of my mind about this. She brought me to the room where they kept troubled kids and I was pointed out by another student as taking a jacket a while back and then it dawned on it.

Mario had me pass the jacket to him. I tried to explain the situation that my friend said it was his and so I grab it and gave it to him. I didnt know it was another student. I gave Mario name to sort out the situation and he came clean and told the VP I didnt know.

However this VP didnt like me because of the fact that this dark skin was working towards winning this academic scholarship usually a white student won. So what did she do? She told me to bring my mom in the next day, my mom did not speak english btw, and a punishment was to be handed.

Not only did I get an ass-beating when I got home, but now I needed to bring my mom to school who did not even understand the situation. Without any way to defend myself, the VP without mercy suspended me for a week and put it on my record.

I cried as I was so upset, this bitch basically tried to fuck up my life and rather wanted me to fall into the life of gangs and crime people of my kind were susceptible too.

Long story short, I took the week off and came back ready to fight back towards winning the scholarship.

Senior year, I win the scholarship anyway and got a 4 year ride for college and put the experience behind me, or so I thought.

Two weeks before graduation, I was asked to sit on a selection committee for the vacated principal post. I was selected because of my studies and also personal background, google cambodia and you can imagine what my parents went through.

There was a CV packet of a name. It was the name of the VP a couple of years back who gave me no leniency. I read her cover letter and she wrote about caring about students, choices we make in admin roles have a profound affect on children, and all the garbage. Oh, and she wrote she knew the school very well and the students there. Game on bitch.

When she came in she did not recognize who I was. So I played it coy and let her speak and then it was time for us to ask questions. guess what I asked?

I asked her "if a student got into something -my situation- would you punish the student to the max? and if she ever faced something like this before?"

the bitch said, she would fully investigate and if the student was unaware was a good student, there would be no need to be that extreme. Also, she noted luckily she never had to face a situation like that.

I then asked her does she recognize me? She genuinely didn't, so I told the group the what happened to me with her and gave them copies of report she signed.

Her face dropped and I dont recalled what else happened but the questioning continued until she was dismissed. In our deliberation, they were vouching for her but I was adamant in my no vote and we end up giving the post to acting principal.

Dont know what happened to her since; but Mario, last I heard went back to Puerto Rico, and I went to college, grad school, now ABD and interning as a civil employee.

If you are still with me, thanks for reading! it has been a long day and my english should be much better! oh well - public school

(source) story by (/u/iceacey)

[saigebeaumontt]

( danielle rose russell, cisfemale, she/her ) I, FREYA KAVINSKY am a SCHOLARSHIP student and would hereby like to submit my application to Kingswood Boarding School. I am SEVENTEEN years old and will be a JUNIOR. I would describe myself as HEARTFELT and EAGER, but also UNINHIBITED and PIGHEADED which I plan to work on during my time here. This is my request to join the VICTORIA building as a house MEMBER and look forward to hearing back from you.

im trash ik but here’s a brand new baby to play w!! her pinterest can be found HERE pls ignore the photos of crystal reed, that’s freya’s original fc sdfghj

tw; death, drug/alcohol abuse? w/ implications of self destruction

so first thing’s first, freya was born n raised in chicago alongside her father and her older sister

her mother had died during freya’s birth--though freya doesn’t...blame herself, necessarily, there are days where she imagines what life would’ve been like if her mother was still alive

her dad’s a mechanic and the sole provider for their household, which meant that he was gone more often than not

regardless, he tried to be as active as possible in his children’s lives

her sister always took up the role of..well, mother, in a sense

freya and her are incredibly close b/c of this

even so--her father had wanted them to be as active as possible, as out of the house as he was--so it didn’t seem like he was gone as much as he was

so, with a few strings pulled and familial connections, freya was able to attend ballet lessons at a young age, alongside an instrument of her choosing, at a discounted price

she chose violin btw...very relevant

and like, to everybody’s surprise--she sort of excelled at both--it almost came naturally, though that didn’t mean she hadn’t put in a buncha effort regardless, y’know

practice makes perfect, yadda yadda

took up a few more instruments for fun, such as piano and like...i dunno, guitar of various forms (including bass guitar) though she likes violin the best

that led to her attending a p prestigious performing arts high school in her city--which wasn’t done by pulling strings

her father worked even more shifts, her sister got a job to help pitch in, they took out loans, yadda yadda. anything they could do so she could pursue this...dream

except...ballet and violin has never been freya’s dream--its just something she happens to be good at

everybody just...assumed, that since she was so talented, she had to want to pursue it

not the case at all, really. she loves it, really, but...her passion has always surrounded animals

specifically marine animals, which is odd considering freya had never seen the ocean before

really...marine anything, she loves. maybe it’s because its something she hasn’t experienced , but ykno

ANYWAYS

she felt sort of...stuck, b/c she never wanted to disappoint her dad or her sister or any of their family friends who were all rootin’ for her

this led to some...rebellion, of sorts, when she was a freshmen

nothing...BAD, per say, but y’know. baseball bats to mailboxes whilst hanging out of the window of a pick-up truck, vandalizing abandoned buildings and historical monuments, shoplifting from convenience stores.

okay so like...a little bad

that was just the crowd she found herself in, y’know, in her teenage angst

has definitely been arrested a few times, but has always managed to get off scotch free ??

it’s luck, im telling u. she only has like..three things on her record rn

ALSO learned how to ride a motorcycle and was in a punk band based in her school n did bass for it, ‘cos that’s what rebellious teenagers do n whatever

and this, well, y’know. did disappoint her father and her sister and all their family friends but at this point freya was like ?? i can’t stop

her boyfriend at the time was a major contributor to her troublemaking tbh

when he transferred to kingswood, freya’s lil 15 yr old heart was broken.

spent her entire sophomore yr working her ass off and getting her shit together so that kingswood would look at her, and pick her, too--

and like...it finally paid off, y’know? her junior year they’d graciously given her a scholarship based off of her music AND academics

so she was absolutely thrilled

granted, she was only able to start attending halfway thru her junior year, at the beginning of the second semester...but she was there, at least, right?

very ecstatic to find her boyfriend and surprise him

they’d been doing long distance, and he had no idea that she had gotten in

found out his dorm number, walked right up to his door--knocked, and he answered with his shirt off n a number of hickeys on his chest

it was a surprise for both of them lmao

obv. freya is not stupid, if not a lil blinded by love at the time. they broke up, she was heartbroken

sorta shut herself in for a few months ‘cos she was so sad abt it

so it’s kinda like she’s still new, tho it’s been a few months since january

but she’s BACK and she’s POPPIN’ and she acts like it still doesn’t bother her !

but like...it does. it rly does. she’s still mcfreakin’ hurt abt it, she’s just handling it in another way

aka, a lil bit of partying...a lil bit of drinking, casual drug use, hooking up, etc. etc. just bein that bitch, y’know?

ANYWAYS

has always had a lil bit of a tomboy aesthetic ?? despite being a freakin’ ballerina, it just not her aesthetic man

constantly wearin’ dark colors n reds and leather jackets n denim on denim n cuffin’ her pants n whatnot

even brought her motorcycle 2 school w/ her

EXCELS at science, wants to become a marine biologist or smth when she’s older

just...hasn’t told anybody that

DON’T B FOOLED BY HER APPEARANCE THO

she’s not some antisocial punk, okay, she’s not anna

very humble but not in a way where u have to be like ‘ugh u have talent u idiot’ , she just doesn’t like bragging about it ?

even tho her ex is an idiot she’s still glad to be there bc of how prestigious kingswood is

 kinda tries 2 befriend as many ppl as possible ?? she isn’t a people pleaser, though, n it’s sort of like...u get what u get, w/ her

she doesn’t act as if she’s got a whole separate life or nothin’, she balances both her rebellious nature and her talents n w/e

fun fact her mother was a leader of elizabeth but like...does she know? no. does it matter? only to ppl like lilah smh

ANYWAYS AGAIN

i’d consider her like....a gryffindor, to sum up her personality ??

very brave, fearless, can be stupidly reckless. gets herself into trouble even now

prolly is a lil bit of a hoe but we love that for her, okay ??

but also ?? will die for her pals ?? n is very true to herself ??

we call her accidentally messy

neutral good tbh ?? very wholesome person

will take care of u if ur sick, is v protective of those she loves

also doesn’t rly....believe in love rn, or is at least very over the concept.

girl next door ?? i dunno

sometimes...she does these bad things...’cos she thinks she deserves it, in a way?

like she’ll drink too much n get a real bad hangover or do a drug when she knows she’ll have a bad trip

so she’s got a lil bit of self loathing

however she knows it’s a problem

she’s just...not willing 2 do much abt it rn

living her best life lmao

ambivert, will go to parties but will also sit in w/ a book gladly

can b v v stubborn, is in debate b/c she loves...to argue, sometimes sksk

m8 i dunno she’s got layers..like an onion

wanted connections

her...ex would be nice, however it’s prolly better suited to send in as a WC unless there’s a dude from chicago out here whose made the mistake of cheatin’

HOWEVER, i would love pals !! friends of any sort !! she’s friendly !! like her !!

ride or die!

unlikely pals!

good influences!

bad influences!

she’s in a band w/ ezra im p sure

i ALSO would like hook ups!

accidental hookups!

casual hookups!

fwbs ?!?

Bad. hookups!

she’s probably accidentally hooked up w/ somebody’s partner so

enemies ! for w/e reason !

rivals!

frenemies!

fake friends !?

everything!

gimme everything !!

[lightsonamara]

I love how if you’re a young, attractive woman that nothing you do will ever  be considered valid.

I was just watching a video on youtube for writing research of a spiritual cleansing. And a man commented to say that if the woman doing it isn’t a 96 year old cigar smoking crone that he just thinks the whole thing is a tourist trap.

Because apparently magic is only for the old and ugly.

If I had a dollar for every time I’d been told “You’re too pretty to be a ____” then I’d never have to work again a day in my life. Seriously, fill in the blank. I’ve literally been talking about League of Legends, writing fantasy stories, and my experience fucking LARPING only to be told “You’re not a real geek. You just THINK you are. You’re too pretty. I tell people all the time I’m a geek only to have people go “Oh, no! No, no, don’t say that about yourself. You’re not a geek. You’re pretty.”

Like. It’s not a fucking insult. I’m PROUD of my interests and hobbies. And they have nothing to do with my appearance. 

People tell me all the time I’m too pretty to be a fucking stripper even. What’s that even supposed to mean? I’m too pretty to have a job based heavily on physical appearance? It’s like telling an Oscar winner they can’t be an actor because they’re too good at acting. When I rode a motorcycle everywhere literally EVERYWHERE in ALL weather, I didn’t have a car) I was repeatedly told that I wasn’t a REAL biker, I was much too pretty. My boyfriend was clearly the one driving me around and it didn’t count for me to sit on the back. Bitch! Between me and him, I was the only one with the license! I drove it easily twice as much as he did! I was the only one to take it out of state! And yet I repeatedly had people telling me I wasn’t a valid biker or, at best, that I made a “cute biker chick” or that I’d look good on their bike...on the back, of course. They’d tell me I’d look good “riding bitch” as it’s called.

I’m honestly so sick of dealing with this. And, even if someone DOES decide to believe I actually do a thing in spite of being pretty, then they sexualise it all to hell. I do contortion. I literally took acrobatics with a class of 10 year olds when I was twice their age because they didn’t have a class for someone with my flexibility and my age. I studied with KIDS. And yet I’ve repeatedly been told that I’m a “whore” for “spreading my legs”. I tried to tell my own father about doing over splits in class and he told me he didn’t need to hear about his daughter spreading her legs for people. Congrats, dad. You manage to sexualise your daughter doing splits with children. And I still remember the time I was in gymnastics classes with adults and was hanging upside down off the rope (which several others were doing too) but I was the only one called a whore for it. Not to mention how many times I’ve tried to tell people about going ballet and gymnastics only to be told how hot I must be in a leotard.

I write. And I’m asked if I write erotica. I used to watch Inuyasha until I started to hate it after being told I was only watching it because I apparently only wanted to bang Inuyasha (I was 12 btw). I cant even fucking like doing shroom and weed without being asked if I’d ever fuck on them. I wear corsets when I back hurts, to help my posture, and to give some of my costumes a more period look...And I’m told how bang-able I am in them. I’m even a feminist and I’m asked if it’s because I’m a lesbian and trying to get women in bed with me. I’m so sick of living like this. I’m so sick of everything I do not being worth anymore than how accessible my vagina is in it. It makes me not want to do anything. It makes me not want to do art or writing or enjoy any hobby at all or even leave my house. It honestly just makes me want to crawl in a hold and die. Except that I’ll likely then be told that it’s very rude of me to do that because I’m not looking very sexy and fuckable while I’m a rotting corpse and that I need to be less inconsiderate by doing something else.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Last night it was like 3 am, so I couldn't. Which is bad btw, because now I am dead, but I couldn't avert my eyes from this train wreck 😒 only made it to like 30% tho.

And man, I am torn. Usually, I don't leave negative comments. Recommend the ones I love, ignore the ones I hate, at most bitch in my private discord club of book connoisseurs. But this book pissed me OFF!

Obvious ableism under the cut 🙃

I was looking for a book with a protagonist with cerebral palsy. Which is hard enough already. All you usually find are children's books or books that are listed under the tag for a side char. I found one, and it's a romance. A christmas romance (gagging noise) but ok, I'm not judging that. One person's unnecessary showing and random meandering thoughts is another person's beloved prose, one (aroace 😂) person's unrealistic behavior because they're in looooove is another person's reason to read this.

So the protag is a woman with quadriplegic CP. She walks with crutches and has motor issues as well as speech issues. Sounds not too bad, right? Now I don't have CP, but I raised an eyebrow when she was mentioned to use her computer with eye tracking software. Ok ok perhaps I am wrong but that seems unnecessary complicated for someone who still does most of her own household chores and even some makeup. But whatever. The real issues.

Something something genre expectations. I am not on board with the blanket advice of never having a disabled char talk negatively about themselves or their disability, especially depending on genre (cough whump cough). But this? This is a whole other ballpark. Every few pages, she laments how unlovable she is, how broken her body is, how hard it would be for anyone to build a family with her, up to a self-proclaimed pity party in which she remarked on sometimes wishing the doctors hadn't saved her life at birth.

I've read a lot those past months. I have no doubt that there are people who think that about themselves. I am, however, not sure someone reading a fun christmas romance wants to have it thrown into their face like that. Do they really want her body to be called misshapen in the middle of a make out session?

She was aware that her speech was slurred and accented in a way that made her seem like an imbecile. How could he be happy with that?

thousand yard stare

The moment I started yelling at discord in all-caps btw was when the guy she's in love with invited her to dance, and afterwards she decided to be daring and - ran off with him LEAVING HER CRUTCHES IN THE RESTAURANT. Her only pair of forearm crutches. Without knowing whether her sister would notice and fetch them. To ride a motorcycle (which he remarked on "he couldn't fit the crutches anyway"). And then say good bye to him at the door because she didn't want him to see her having to crawl all the way through her house because SHE CANNOT WALK WITHOUT CRUTCHES. To her spare pair of underarm crutches in the bedroom, which she doesn't like. Which weren't even hers but her sister's from when she broke her leg or whatever. As if you'd need an excuse to have a second pair (she's not lacking money.)

And next day when they were out and about he just TOOK THE CRUTCHES FROM HER to put them back into his truck and helped her walk around town instead, so she doesn't have to be worried people would give her strange looks :) I AM INTERNALLY STILL YELLING. You CANNOT tell me she would just give HER MOBILITY AIDS AWAY LIKE THAT?? HELLO?? What if she needs to pee, will this guy she's been seeing for all of ONE DAY carry her ass into a public toilet?? (Yes yes it's romance toilets don't exist) How is it ROMANTIC to take her independence away because boohoo mobility aid bad let's make you look more NORMAL???

And again, it doesn't feel like I have a "right" to complain, but all of this just feels icky to me. This isn't a book for disabled people. This is a book for abled people to be like "awwwww so inspiring, writing this must have been so hard" and be on their merry way.

This has 88% 4 and 5 star reviews on goodreads, btw.

[ID: An xkcd comic turned into a meme. It shows two stick figures talking. They have been edited to say: Disability representation is second nature to us, so it's easy to forget that the average person probably only knows not to call a char the r word and one or two mobility aids. And daredevil, of course. Of course. Bottom text: Even when theý're trying to compensate for it, experts in anything wildly overestimate the average person's familiarity with their field. End ID]

Would be nice if I could read a good book this year.

[xottzot]

2017-12(DEC)-07th---Thursday--abo criminals AGAIN--I almost attacked by dear Max AGAIN.

2017-12(DEC)-07th---Thursday--abo criminals AGAIN--I almost attacked by dear Max AGAIN.

I'm in a SEVERE LOT OF A PAIN

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YOU have absolutely NO IDEA AT ALL of this fucking hellhole....NONE WHATSOEVER. Only your IMAGINED IDEAS WHICH ARE WRONG.

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And I only got 2-3 hours (I'm guessing the amount and which may have been less) of terribly broken sleep which I struggled to get any of.

A mini-bus kind of SUV white van was parked all night at Fatguts place. The criminal abo kids were all about and LOUDLY carrying on everywhere even as late as 10pm and onwards. They were using damp, smelly, bed innerspring matresses laying on the street verges and ones they had dragged to there as well, as 'trampolines ' and carrying on like demented crazed apes jumping on them, and roaming all over the dark roads and yelling out. Including the criminal abo toddlers in diapers were jumping all about, being taught by the others.

The main criminal abo household used to have a trampoline of their own. But it was destroyed by their very own criminal abo's, smashed, destroyed, torn & cut up by the criminal abo's. - They then went and stole the trampoline from innocent Ms New Ages place. All that occured months ago. The remains of THAT stolen trampoline was probably thrown out with the Swan Shire council bulk refuse clean up a couple of days ago. That shire service is very handy for the criminal abos all about this hellhole for getting rid of stolen goods.

Dear Sam & dear Max were fed their dry dog food very early this morning, in the 'coolness' of the darkness so they wouldn't have to suffer any daytime heat. Then we went back to bed and sleep though I could not. - Sam had VERY bad nightmares and was LOULDY howling in his sleep a LOT. (dear Sam and dear Max miss you incredibly so much dear Fliss and so do I.)

But around 7:20am, a criminal adult abo woman was louldy yelling, abusing, and carrying on outside, and walking along the footpath and road as she did so. She had a mobile phone to her ear but was continually pulling it away and looking at the screen, then putting it back to her ear again as she walked. She had a handbag slung over her shoulder.

She kept that up all the way along until she reached the criminals pedestrian walkway at the end of Kalara Road, Koongamia, and then went through and onto other criminal abo houses in the suburb of Bellevue there. There is a LOT of criminal abo places in there, and other criminals as well, which the Police know of but of course never let on or warn anyone about or do anything about.

BTW, later in the morning, a fat slob was riding on a pushbike and went to the Koongamia shops area where there is also a liquor store, to get more supplies and shit to booze-up and fuck around. Today it seemed as though 'something' has previously happened and so today he wasn't on his usual unlicensed small motorcycle tearing about ON the roads recklessly and doing the same as he always does.. -- But that is inevitable to occur later in the week, JUST AS IT HAS BEEN GOING FOR YEARS AND YEARS.

Nobody fucking well cares. Hell just keeps repeating.....

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I took dear Sam &dear Max outside the backyard for their ablutions. Max began sniffing about Fliss's new car. When I looked, I saw that a disgusting feral cat had pissed all over the back of it...AGAIN. - There are several of these feral cats that the criminal abo's 'dote' over, leave scraps and shit out for them mostly of their own crap which is garbage they throw around on the streets, and these are the same cats which they take 'for walks' making them follow them along footpaths and leading them into innocent peopels yards for the cats to shit & piss everywhere and kill every creature they can find including endangered Australian wildllife including endangered birds.

And so dear Max was sniffing a spot on the car where the feral cat has pissed all over, bringing disease into the yard of this hovel. EVERY YEAR the dogs get very sick from all of that and more and throw up inside and outside this hovel, ALL BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING DAMN FERAL CATS....and the FUCKING CROWS WHO FLY ABOUT AND DROP PIECES OF MAGGOT RIDDLED FLYBLOWN FOOD SCRAPS ANY AND EVERYWHERE SCAVENGED FROM ABO PLACES AND SHITHEADS PLACES WHO DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING OR ANYONE OR LET ALONE ABOUT ANY HYGIENE. (The shire council SO VERY VERY OFTEN THEN instead blames ALL innocent neighbours for ALL the shit that the criminal abo's do. It's fucking CRAZY and the council ALWAYS insists YOU show them proof of all this and so you have to do MORE than show proof....you do so but then the council just does hardly anything, and nothing results...and the same shit just goes on and on and on and on...FOR YEARS AND YEARS......are you getting the idea of this fucking hellhole yet!?)

I got Sam & Max inside after their ablutions, and was preparing to begin some of outside minor work which was going to result in a LOT more pain but there is nobody here to help me at all so I HAVE to do it and forever fucking suffer until it results in my death, a death nobody fucking cares when it occurs.

I had to go back inside the hovel and get something. Suddenly inside, for no reason, Max almost attacked me. He was snarling and growling VERY BADLY and when I say 'almost attacked me', I ONLY escaped being attacked AGAIN and having to go to the doctors purely by chance and barricading myself into a room and shutting the door, NOT because I fliipped a coin or saw a butterfly flitting past and was distracted which saved me.

THIS is what dear Fliss has done to dear Max when she abandoned us.....thrown us into the fucking hell of this hellhole to fucking well die so she can live her high life or whatever it is she imagines.

I eventually managed to get out (with GREAT trepidation), and I did the outside work, suffered SEVERELY by doing it and became more in great pain. (I'm typing this up in great pain and rushing to post it because later I will be laid up totally in agony.)

Whilst outside, one of the criminal abo's of the main criminal aboriginal household, the abo that loves to hide up in trees from Police to avoid arrest & capture, he was roaming all about on a pushbike, going to the Koongamia shops, then returning to an abo criminal household like a criminal feral servant. He did that to 2 or 3 abo criminal households of the abo criminal ghetto.

Earlier in the morning, around 7am, one of the criminal abo kids (a small one but still a very criminal abo kid all about here), he had a backpack on and looked dressed to go to school, (being forced to go to school rather than rampage all about) and he went the nearby Koongamia school across the road. But he simply went towads the Koongamia shops then went around the block before going into Fatguts abo criminal household. It was some time after that the up-in-trees-hiding abo started going all about. - In fact the entire parade of abo criminal shit had begun and was going on. That bitch yelling and walking about with her phone came just afterwards.

Then I had to do some minor but very necessary chores outside in the yard of this hovel, and began preparing to start that. But I'd forgotten something necessary from inside this hovel, and so I went back inside. And THAT was when Max tried to attack me. - It was totally unprovoked as always. And I DID NOT ASSAULT OR BEAT HIM OR HARM HIM IN ANY WAY, BEFORE DURING OR AFTERWARDS. -- But it is NOT ME who is the catalyts for all this shit and never has been.

But NOBODY FUCKING CARES.

Around 10:29am.......ANOTHER VERY FUCKING CRIMINAL ABO KID WAS WALKING ABOUT AIMLESSLY. HE WAS DRESSED AND HAD SHOES ON AND LOOKED TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT KNOW OF HIM TO BE 'NORMAL'......But this abo shithead is the one that in recent times past tried to set fire to the unfenced corner house and who was so very violent and attacked the young boys of Ms New Age's rented place, and cuntless other shit, inlcuding violentally smshing Ms New Age's place leaving severe criminal destructon outside and inside which Police and detectives were called in to try to addresss. -- But of course being 'aboriginal'....and a young boy, depsite no matter how criminal and violent he actually is, he got away with everything just as they always do.

As he was walking along the footpath, going past the newest residents of teh ghetto area, he was actively looking and staring at any and everything of that place no doubnt seeing what he could steal andor smash. Just rememeber that THIS is the criminal abo who tried to set fire to that very house to the shadecloth on the sidegate near the kitchen window, which would have resulted in the entire house burnung down with the innocent inhbitants inside it. -- The newest inhabitants there have ALSO fairly recently put up some (not as much as before) shadecloth for privacy reasons in the exactly same place where he had set fire to the last residents shadecloth and risked the entire house burning down. And back then he KNEW innocent people were in the house too.

I wonder if I am seeing the criminal groundwork being layed for a prelude to yet another reapeat of fucking criminality hell done before in this hellhole area.

The school Xmas holidays are soon to begin here. HE does NOT EVER GO TO SCHOOL, ANY SCHOOL. HE'S JUST A ROAMING ABO CRIMINAL ON THE STREETS FOREVER GOING IN AND OUT OF OTHER CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLDS AND EVADING POLICE and the feckless useless authorities.

Just rememeber EVERYTHING I have ever written and chronicled in this blog, and what I've forecasted that came to be at this aboriginal ghetto and hellhole area. DO NOT GET DISTRACTED.

He walked back from the Kongamia shops area direction abut 14 minutes later empty-handed and walked straight into the main abo criminal household of 3 Kalara Way, Koongamia. Wherever he went afterwards I do not know.

There are objects and things in the innocent unfenced corner household just sitting about in the yard inlcuding chairs and a garden hose and other things. ANY & EVERYTHING as such beforehand was ALWAYS stolen by the criminal aboriginals (as it was from ANY innocent neighbours properties), and it helped to drive out the residents who left there, along with all the constant abo criminality and uncontrolled riots in the street.

Summer hell is coming and is already here.

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I cleaned the car of that cat mess on it, and paid very close attention to not having ANY of it upon me because the feral cats carry so much disease. The same horrid stuff that also results in poor Sam and poor Max suffering incredibly bad and having severe vomitting, diarrhoea and everything which also then ravages me.

THAT VERY SAME CAT I saw this morning was going around EVERY PERSONS HOUSE AND YARD AND DOING THE SAME FOULING PEOPLES YARDS AND PROPERTY including the newest residents places ontheor vehicels and front door of the house. They haven't got any idea about this hellhole area. Not any idea at all.

THEN, during the morning that SAME MANGY FERAL DISEASED CAT went from house to house to house by literally casually walking out of one yard, immediately crossing the road, going into another yard, then doing it all over again as it made its way along down Kalara Way and in and out of the criminal aboriginal households.

It's just like the feral criminal abo's themselves that roam about.

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I love you dearest Fliss and so want to be with you, just as you promised us both. -- YOU said to me that you could no longer stand all the 'hate on all sides' of this hellhole....well you no NOTHING of how bad it has become. - Currently, one again, the area has a very thin fake veneer or normality about it that people convince themsleves to accept, but it IS just a fake veneer and it's all happened before, and it's beenused by criminals to say, 'duhhhh, dunno what ya talking about....that stuff wasn't done by me or OUR kids! We's good we's are!' - I love you Fliss and so very very much want to be with you, just as you promised us both, and want to be far from this hellhole never ever to suffer thinking about it ever again. - I hope you are okay dear Fliss.