For All the Naughty Ones
Here’s a contest for all the naughty people
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Bloodstar
Liberals and Libertarians on Everything and Nothing
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Here’s a contest for all the naughty people
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PSA to the annoyingly thin bleach blond chick on the cell phone in front of me at the grocery store – Get the fuck out of my way when I’m trying to just get a damned tomato. I’m sick. Don’t make me snot on you to prove my point that you need to MOVE.
Fuckin eh people. $60 for the doctors, where I spent 2 fucking hours just to say “Wow, you really are sick!”. No shit, Sherlock. Now support my habit and hand over some anti-biotics.
So $30 later for the Zpak, glaring and hocking at the blond bitch for being in my way, I tightly clutch my precious precious antibiotics to my breast under my rain dampened hoodie, blowing my nose on an old dunkin donuts napkin that I found in my car by the mercy of whatever saint is for being sick since my tissues and roll of toilet paper ran out long ago while at work.
I’m home. To bed I go.
Okay, so I live in Florida in Green Swamp. Been here most of my life and I know that wild life abounds around here. I mean, I’ve woken up to dogs, cats, squirrels, raccoons, half eaten squirrels, etc. So I know that this sort of stuff just happens.
However, I do not and will not tolerate any of this wild life in my house. They can be out in the yard all they want and we’re good. Come inside my house? Die. Fucker. Die.
And so, as it happens, last night I opened up one of the drawers in my bathroom cabinet and discovered that … something.. chewed through my meds and such. Great. I have a rat. A large one by the size of the holes and teeth marks.
Even fucking better.
The bastard almost ate all of my fennel seed capsules. And my HYA mix. And my Midol. And my antibiotics. WTF I say. Druggie rat.
Effin Fabulous.
So luckily, I work for a pest control company. I hop in my car and go to the office and stock the fuck up. Homie don’t play. This means WAR! Snap traps, glue boards, two types of bait. This bitch will die.
So I come home, set everything up, my sister’s boyfriend comes over and sets the traps for me. And nothing happens. Nothing. At all. 6 AM rolls around, still nothing. Not a damn thing. At this point I snuggle up in bed with a friend (for protection you understand 
) About 10 AM my other friend in the living room comes and wakes me up “Yo, I ain’t playing, I hear the rat chewing.” I tell her to just leave it, that we don’t want to scare it off…. *evil cackle* um… *cough*.. anyways…..
We all go back to sleep and at around 10:30AM we hear a *SNAP*…….
Bwahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaha!
SWEET SWEET VICTORY!
“Fred”, as we’ve named him/her, now resides in a body bag outside. The fucker was huge. And it was awesome. I think I actually giggled when that thing was dead.
*snickers to herself*
Epic win for meh.
There isn’t exactly a correct, catchy, or right way to start this off. And its probably just going to end up a mess of my blathering. Right now, I’m stuck, stagnate, and I have no clue on what to do.
Five years ago, a diagnosis was given to me that everyone denied. My family denied it so much that I shoved it aside and blamed the doctors for not paying attention. They all said that it was just a phase. They all hoped that it was just a phase.
Medication was prescribed, shitty therapy session appointments were made, all of it shoved down my throat until I got a bit wiser. Cheek the pills, lie your ass off, vomit up the liquid meds once they realized you were cheeking the pills. I would swing wildly. I’d go from not talking or eating for days, and slicing myself up until I could go back to sleep; to staying up for days, cussing out my managers, and panic attacks so bad that they would render me unable to walk. Everyone felt pity. No one knew what to do. I sat and festered until I walked out of my job, quit school, took a bunch of pills and drove through a hurricane to the home of my best friend’s boyfriend. He found me standing in his garage silently mouthing random words to myself and crying.
That was about 5 years ago. He ended up taking care of me for a while, letting me stay with him and try to regain a bit of sanity. It took a while but I eventually did it, mainly with his help and the help of a few other friends. My family to this day denies it. They just say that I’m emotional and easily tempted to do irrational things and that I’m impulsive because I just want attention. And when all I do is stay in bed and cut, they say that I’m just going through a phase because of such and such reasons. And so it has just continued on and on.
Right now, I’m more frightened than I think I’ve ever been. I have no way to get the help I need. I have no health insurance. I lost that because the county says I make too much money. There aren’t many community programs to help either. Its pretty much the hospital or nothing. My family still continues to deny everything. And when I’m like this, they have nothing to do with me. I feel so completely left right now. I have a few people who are within a few hours drive of me, but they are too busy for this right now. And no, I’m not making it up. Both have said that they do not have the time for this. Its half my fault though because I’m still not telling them what’s going on. I’m too afraid that they just won’t understand and at this moment, I can’t take anymore rejection for an illness that’s not my fault. If I didn’t have a few online friends, I’d be gone.
And its getting worse. Tonight….. I can’t even go into it. For putting it down on here just confirms that what is happening is actually happening…
It has come to my attention that I pretty much don’t know an effin thing about any of the authors here. The little bit on the author page doesn’t do much of anything. Hell, I didn’t even write mine. Sure, I know bloodstar and a bit about klossy, but not much. I’m curious about everyone else who writes here so I’ll start it off -
My name is Whitney. I live in Lakeland, FL in an area called the Green Swamp. I’m an admin asst. for an environmental services company (aka, pest control). I live by myself. I’m 21. I’m highly emotional, cynical, and sarcastic. I’m allergic to cats, but love them anyways. My favorite color is purple and my favorite fruit is strawberries. As for musical tastes, pretty much everything – except Freezepop (I refuse to sing Sprode on Rock Band). And yeah, bloodstar will chastise me for that. Oh well. I’d probably welcome it as this point.
My bestest friend ever is Lineinasong. I’m going to marry her. She just doesn’t know it yet. Or maybe she does and…. that’s a scary thought. I’ll be trekking up to GA for her birthday soon and you can be sure that a random posting will come of that.
I like to dance, but I’m horrible at it, except “booty dancing”. But hell, that’s not very hard. If I were thinner and taller, I’d totally be a stripper. I hope to be visiting Europe sometime next year, but well, its expensive and if I go over there I’m going to over there for a while.
And now, I’m going to put on some clothes and venture out of my house to see about food and entertainment.
Now do yours. I demand it! Please? *sniffles*
That I was most beautiful when I was crying. When mascara that I’d put on just for him was running down my face from being so overwhelmed with things that I couldn’t control.
1. I’m in the mood for an emo boy. Most definitely. Mmmm. An emo rocker boy would be even better. I’ve had a few of those…
New guy at the local blockbuster. Dark hair. Piercing. Collar around his neck. Rings. Bracelets. Super skinny. He’s probably gay. He looks just that good. I’m so in need at this point that I was about to crawl over that counter and pounce on his hot little ass.
2. Really tired of people having fucking hissy fits cause I’m not doing what they want. Fuckers. If you don’t want me to move, then fucking do something about it. But no. Instead, you whine, bitch, and make me feel guilty. Peace out.
3. Its bubbling and rising to the surface. It will break out sooner or later, and sweet baby Jesus help the one who its directed at.
4. My sister thinks that Palin is absolutely fucking awesome. Oh. Em. Gee. Help me.
5. I’m supposed to get my results back on Wednesday in regardless to some blood tests. Whee.
6. I’ve been singing a lot lately. Actually did some public singing lately as well. Been thinking of doing a recording and posting it.
7. What has everyone else been up to?
Ranting under cut.
I look in the mirror after getting dressed for an evening with someone, and I think to myself “It would be easier if I just moved to Vegas and became a hooker.”
All dressed up with no where to go, canceled plans suck ass.
I would like to introduce my bestest gal ever – Lineinasong.
She’s awesome, witty, writes amazing stuff that I wish I could come up with as easy as her, and I luff her.
Because I’ve tried and tried and OMFG tried to post a youtube video in here, alone, and with the assistance of others and failed = So click the fucking link.
I’ve off to do laundry, make awesome spaghetti for the wee ones running around the house (I went from one to two), and visit with family. I hope to sometime this weekend get in some reading, fucking, and beating.
Normally, I hate politics and want nothing to do with them. I was always told that if you want to piss someone off, talk about religion or politics. And for the most part, that’s true. I avoid both when conversing without just for the sake of peace. However, this election will be the first one that I can actually vote in, and to be honest, I’ve had to make myself pay attention to all this political bullshit.
Chatting with a friend tonight on the phone, we turned to who we were going to vote for in this election. So I do the research, I google a bit, I read histories of all the candidates. Who did what, said what, voted for what. Its a tough decision and after reading all the info, its pretty fucking depressing. Its always about trying to choose the lesser of two evils.
You have to try and choose the person who you think will best lead the nation. A lot of people at this point don’t care who does what. I know quite a few people who won’t even be voting because they say its not worth it anymore. I’ll probably do it just for the novelty of it all. You can’t really feel like you are contributing to this country anymore….
just as beautiful as you are
It’s so pitiful what you are
you should have seen this coming all along
visually you’re stimulating to my eyes
your Cinderella syndrome’s full of lies
your insecurities are concealed by your pride
pretty soon your ego will kill what’s left inside
just as beautiful as you are
It’s so pitiful what you are
you should have seen this coming all along
It’s so pitiful what you are
as beautiful as you are
you should have seen this coming all along
you’re everything that’s so typical
maybe you’re alone for a reason, you’re the reason
it’s so pitiful what you are, you should have seen this coming all along
Last night, laying in your bed, listening to the sound of your breathing for hours before I drifted off to sleep, I had a dream.
