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A bad start leads to a bad ending...
I know I've been a fucking knob today.
I woke up in a reasonable mood - actually, I'd woke up a lot earlier, awoken to the noise of Ash's snoring. Lmfao, when she's asleep she makes the weirdest nasal sounds - and she can't keep still. She'll practically do roly-polys, but it still looks like she's in a deep sleep. It's the ultimate stirring.
But anyway - when we were both awake, we sat on my bed together for a while in our pyjamas talking - then went downstairs to get breakfast. I'd gotten a letter from UCAS and I was sat on the two-seater sofa when I opened it. Ash was stood in the doorway and I was talking to her about it. They've sent my forms and stuff to the uni - basically, there's been nothing dramatic occuring.
Anyway, dad decides to butt in - first off he demands to know why I only applied to one course - the fucking thick bastard not knowing that you only do one course at uni - but of course, he knows EVERYTHING about everything - so apparently Ash (who actually GOES to uni) and myself (who's at college APPLYING to go) - we're both wrong and of course, he's right because he's ALWAYS right about fucking everything. So there's that - followed by the fact I haven't chosen an English degree - the stupid twat obviously hasn't grasped the concept that I hate English at college, so why the fuck would I want to continue with it? I USED to like it - and that was when I could actually WRITE - big fuck off difference in timescale, ARSEHOLE.
Anyway, so he was having a big fuck off rant at me - proper bawling in my face, and I could see that Ash was uncomfortable - after all, she lives with the Walton's, she never sees anything like that at home. Her dad never speaks to her like shit.
So after he's told me to go away - I slammed the door and I needed instant pain, I couldn't have waited till I got upstairs, so I bashed my head against the bannister - then ran upstairs - like at my 4-stairs-per-second speed - so obviously I had some time while Ash followed.
I went straight to my drawer and got SR out. I've never cut myself so badly before. They were a lot deeper than usual, four straight lines from my wrist backwards to my elbow, going vertically instead of my usual horizontal. I have a feeling Ash was standing beside me when I was doing this and watching over my shoulder.
Worst timing ever - Shelly arrived about 5 minutes later and arrived upstairs to the scene of Ash sitting on the end of my bed bawling her eyes out - me sat at the opposite end, my arm bleeding.
All Shelly did was ask what was going on - I just raised my arm over my shoulder, showed her all the blood and the cuts.
I was crying for about 5-7 minutes, but when Ash starts, it takes her ages to stop - so naturally, we had her to calm down as well as me. Shelly really had her hands full. I just found an armwarmer and tried to calm Ash down - feeling partially responsible for it.
But this did prove one thing to me - if Ash got that upset and worked up over seeing me upset and hurting myself - she must care about me a lot more than I first thought...
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Obviously with this morning drama, I was all set to be depressed for the majority of the day.
As I said, my moods fluctuated all day - I very rarely felt neutral - I was either off my tits hyper or wanting to slit my wrists depressed.
Because I didn't want to be depressed and ruin the day for those two - I tried to keep myself hyper all day. This was accomplished via eating shitloads of chocolate spread from the jar with a spoon and downing pint after pint of Pepsi. I didn't feel very sugarred up though - so I tried to make myself hyper by making constant silly comments and doing relative actions and stuff.
By this I meant I made constant sexual comments to Shelly - attempting to be funny. And of course, I did daft things like humped her arm. That sort of thing.
But I didn't think that I managed to amuse either of them - thus my mood would just drop straight back down.
While those two were watching Sweeny Todd - I was trying to amuse myself with things on my PC. I hate that film, and I was trying not to get bored, thus making me more depressed. It didn't work very well.
Even cuddling Shelly couldn't make me feel better today.
Start the day badly and it's bound to end badly.
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Hum…, How many fewer of those little punk ass gangsta wannabes would there be out there in the world, stealing and robbing from the people who actually work for what they want and using, “a man gotta do what he gotta do to suvive” as a defense for their criminal actions IF we had this type of JUSTICE *pointing down* in our revolving door Judicial system.
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Somalis watch double amputations
Hardline Islamists in Somalia have carried out double amputations on four men for stealing phones and guns.
They have each had a hand and foot cut off after being convicted by a Sharia court in the capital earlier this week.
More then 300 people, mainly women and children, watched as masked men cut off their limbs with machetes.
The four men reportedly admitted to the robberies, but were not represented by a lawyer and were not allowed to appeal against their sentence.
The al-Shabab group, which controls much of southern Somalia, has carried out amputations, floggings and an execution in the port of Kismayo but such punishments are rare in the capital.
The amputations were carried out in the open in front of an al-Shabab military camp in the north-east of Mogadishu.
A local resident said the four men cried out during and after the amputations. Each man had his right hand and left foot cut off.
"'Help, help, help!' one of them shouted," Mohamed Abdi told the BBC.
Eyewitnesses estimate the age of the four men - Aden Mohamud, Ismail Khalif , Jeylani Mohamed, and Abdulkadir Adow - to be between 18 and 25.
Mr Abdi said the whole process took about an hour to complete.
'Torture'
Human rights lobby group Amnesty International has condemned the amputations.
"These punishments amount to torture," said Tawanda Hondora, Amnesty's Africa deputy director.
The group says that committing torture could amount to a war crime.
After the four were sentenced to double amputations on Monday, mosques in the area announced through their loud speakers that the amputations would take place at 0800 local time on Thursday.
Al-Shabab spokesman Ali Mohamud Rage told journalists that the amputations were a warning to all thieves.
"If they are caught red-handed in similar circumstances, they will face amputation," he said.
He also said al-Shabab would look after the welfare of the amputees.
On Monday, the court had said it was too hot for the sentence to be carried out on that day as an amputation in such conditions could lead the accused to bleed to death.
The punishments carried out in Kismayo have shocked many Somalis, who traditionally practise a more tolerant form of Islam than al-Shabab's strict Wahabi interpretation.
Onlookers at the amputation in Mogadishu on Thursday declined to comment when asked for their reaction.
President Sheikh Sharif Sheikh Ahmed, a moderate Islamist, took office in January but even his introduction of Sharia law to the strongly Muslim country has not appeased the hardliners.
The government has not carried out any amputations under its version of Sharia.
Since 7 May, al-Shabab and its allies have been locked in ferocious battles with pro-government forces. The president has declared a state of emergency and has appealed to Somalia's neighbours to send troops to help.
Will someone PLEASE tell me why that last sentence makes me want to start laughing and rolling around on the floor like some kind of fucking happy little idiot?
Is it because I'm crazy or is it because I've read up on some of the news accounts about how well the Somalis treated our military the LAST time that they asked us for our help in dealing with their Radical, Muslim, Extremest problem?
♥ Wendy
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FUCKING PRICK...
For the majority of the day, I've not felt the best. I've been slightly lapsed for a while now - but Shelly did manage to cheer me up slightly. We played Canis Canem Edit together and Guitar Hero 5.
Shelly came at about 3 in the afternoon because she was spending the night after coming with us to Ian's Halloween party.
Mam had bought mini bags of Haribo Starmix for the brats who knock on the door and she said I couldn't have any - but I snaffled some when she wasn't looking. :P
Although the party was pretty good - I had a laugh with Christine, talked with Laura about film-making, talked with Mark about games - had a laugh with Lisa and her friend in the kitchen - drank a few bottles of iron brew WKD and cuddled up with Shelly on the sofa for a while - it was dad who had to go and ruin it.
And he didn't just ruin the party for me - he ruined the whole of tonight. He's SUCH a fucking ARSEHOLE.
He's starting to make me hate him again. A while back I disliked mam for being bitchy all the time, but she's settled down, she's just a knob when it suits her - but dad's a total fucking prick all the time.
And this is tripled, maybe even quadrupled when he's drunk.
He ALWAYS, without fail - will upset me when I'm drunk - but apparently he upset Christine as well - he upset Shelly by being a general arsehole, touching her up - and not just her, Lisa and Amy as well - and I know that mam wasn't best pleased with him either.
Not only this - but when we got home - Shelly and I were cuddled up on the floor and duvet pile together - some chavs had set fire to a car outside, so we had mam mooching about being generally nosey - all these fire engines and police cars going by at two in the morning with their lights and sirens going - then this inflamed car decided to start randomly EXPLODING. Shelly and I were just like SERIOUSLY WTF.
After this drama, we all settled down and tried to get back to what we were doing - dad decides to blunder about naked on the landing, throwing up all over the carpet and the suitcase by the ottoman. So he's being noisy, as well as flashing everything to Shelly who was unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse when she was going to the toilet.
And as a result of him throwing up everywhere - he kept mam awake as well as us - he was pissing about mopping everywhere up with toilet roll for about 45 minutes - then there was the racket of mam getting the mop bucket out.
It was like the first time in ages I was in a reasonable mood, I wasn't TOO depressed - thus rendering my sex drive reasonably okay - and he just had to go and turn me RIGHT off. Vomit is one of my phobias, for a start - but I couldn't feel at all comfortable knowing he was falling about like a twat on the landing outside the door and mam was dragged away to clean up after him.
I felt really sorry for her actually - I'm just glad she didn't have work on Sunday and dad did - ha, the twat, that'll fucking teach him.
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Party photos:
Me, as an evil deranged jester - and Ian as The Crow. :D
Shelly and I. :D
Mam, myself, Shelly and dad - as Yoda. :S
Amy, Dan, Ian, Mark and Laura. :D
Christine and Roger. :D
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Hey guys! This post is “For Kids Only”, so all of you old fuckers just go away, or maybe you should read it too. Everyone who is under twenty years old should really pay attention to this crap because you’re the ones who are going to be hurt the most by this shit “When” it happens = “And it will happen unless you stop it!”
I have a question for the masses, who the fuck ever the masses are. *Duh, the masses are what Catholics say at church* Well, not exactly fool, in this case I think that it means “a whole lot of people” *Duh, that’s what I said, Catholics in church! *Now then, Ladies, Gentlemen, Girls, Boys, and Shims of all ages, *except those too young to vote for me* Do you consider yourself to be among the majority of the people who seem to take a royal ass fucking every time some fucking bureaucrat in Washington, D. C. up-grades their estate, or gives their side mistress a condo? (you call them congressman or senator, I call them “Fucking Thieves.”)
Well this post has to do with all of us having to pay for all of the things that those devious bastards run around misspending our tax dollars to buy. Like spending a billion, or two, of your tax dollars to help keep some maniacal dictator in power; or to vote their own worthless asses pay raises of 100% in one breath, while telling the common worker that it is “Illegal” for them to demand a twenty five per cent pay raise in the next breath.
Those bastards have voted for, and “Given Themselves”, 100% pay increases several times during the past twenty years. What A Fucking Rip-Off!
I figure that even if you only have one active brain cell, by now you have figured out that this post is about the fucking FEDERAL government taxing your ass to death.
Well I want to give you a hard kick in the ass, tell you to wake the fuck up, and let you know that “Your Government” has all but thrown in the towel, and surrendered to the money grubbing bastards at the UNITED Nation's who are trying to put GLOBAL TAXES onto the backs of America
Tax Payers.
This is really a very serious matter, however, at this point I would like to add a little bit of levity to the subject by asking for your thoughts on the following questions:
Q: Should there be a government sales, or use tax on pussy?
Q: Who would have to pay the pussy tax, the owner, or the end user of the pussy?
Q: Who would collect the tax on pussy, the City govt., State govt., Federal govt., or
General Kofi Annan, and the “UNITED NATIONS GLOBAL TAX POLICE?”
Q: Would any of the money generated by the sales or use tax on pussy be used for
the betterment of American pussies? Or; would the bulk of the pussy sales or use
tax dollars be redistributed to a third world country like IRAN?
Those people actually hate our pussies, but they love the American Dollar!
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Hi everyone, I stole this from a blog where they were making fun of my stories. According to them this was done to complement me. I didn't write this but please feel free to read it and tell me what you think of it, if you want to.
Hey I may have misspoken in the above paragraph, so let me sneak in a few more words here. The ass hole that wrote that came to my blog one day and invited me to visit there blog, saying that they had "Paid Homage" to me.
So I go to visit and I get slapped in the face by this "Nigger Hating Nazi". He's lying about me on his blog. They know that I have a tendency to post a persons mindsay name whenever they jerk my fucking chain, and that is what they tried to get me to do here = just to build a little traffic to their site.
The post that I copied is a re-post. No one read it the first time around so they put it up again and made sure to let me know that they had done that.
Now here's a real kick in the ass, check this out =
"I asked that bastard child if I could use that post", and "They said yes".
Now they have gone to mindsay and accused me of "Plagiarizing" their work. I'm still am not going to put their name up on my blog like they're trying to get me to do = "Cause some of my nigger might rub off on them!"
It's killing their nasty ass that so many of you are commenting on it too so "Mis amigos. Espero que usted disfrute. ¡Y esto él se ahoga!" Wendy
I was buying a happy meal for my seven-year-old son at McDonald’s the other day. When I pulled up to the window, a gorgeous manling handed me my bag of various grease-laden goodies. I was wearing a low-cut top that day, and as I reached out to grab the sack of victuals, he got a good view of my breasts. His eyes bulged, and I saw something jump in his pants. Something massive. It was like watching a leviathan stirring in the ocean depths. A massive leviathan.
He was the sexiest hunk of male I’d seen in a while, and since little Trevin’s daddy ran off with our dog, the old mungbasket hadn’t been stuffed in a while.
I told my son to park the car and eat his happy meal in the parking lot. Mommy had some bidness to git down to.
I strutted into the McDonald’s and found the guy who served us. Perhaps the sunlight had caught some attractive feature I couldn’t see in under the florescent lighting, or perhaps it’d been the smell of fried starch and boiled rat meat piquing my hunger and interfering with my perception, but he was not as attractive as I’d originally thought.
Regardless, the faucet had been set a-drippin’, and he was the closest Roto-Rooter around. Besides, with that patina of grease he had coating his body, he was already lubed and ready.
I leapt onto the counter, and pointed at him. "YOU!" I shouted in all-caps to get his attention. When he turned to see who was screeching at him, I flew at him and landed with my legs wrapped around his torso. "Uhhh?!" He gurgled as his throbbing pieces reordered themselves under the fabric of his pants.
I whispered coyly into his ear, "I want you to evolve my womanhood with your monolith."
.At that moment, our clothes exploded off of our bodies, and he jammed his Little Angry Man into my poonaner. As he slid it in and out of me, I grunted and gasped. The lips of my poochie started sucking him like a demonic fish trying to suck his soul out through his urethra.
After a bunch of mediocre cunt-reaming, I dismounted and crawled up his body. He shuddered as I ran my bo-gina over his giant wad of pulsating gristle. His various giblets quivered under my heaving EE breasts. I moaned delightedly at the furious prodding he was delivering unto my heaving bosoms.
"Wouldst thou cream my knockers?" I crooned into his sweaty ear.
"Yeeeehurrrrrrrrsssss!!" he moaned ecstatically.
His hotdog discharged about a quart of hot, sticky pudding. It completely covered my heaving bazooms, but some of it migrated into my ass somehow.
As his monolithic man-pipe disgorged on my mammaries, his eyes bugged out of his skull, like on Total Recall where Quaid gets shot out onto the surface of Mars.
His manpump wouldn’t stop firing off threads of hot, sticky nut yogurt, so I corked it with a nipple while I squatted over his face, allowing the ass-jizz to dribble into his quivering eyeball.
He came again, this time all over the other set of tits that I had sewn onto my stomach.
Then my anus descended from my ass and ripped his eyes out of his skull, providing safe passage to his brain for my camel spit.
He died then and there on that greasy floor… but I’m fairly certain I sent him heaven.
Recently, I found out that I have herpes.
Think: Use protection.
This has been a pubic service announcement.
Anyway there it is, hope some of you got a chuckle out of it, I sure did.
♥ Wendy
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