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I seriously have a month of camwhoring to post.
So this is part one.
Complete with retarded face for your enjoyment :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
oh wait let me do these first, these were the flowers Lisa sent for me to Tiffany's service:
One day I was entirely pink:
And then one day I had too much time on my day off so I wore that one shirt that makes me look pregnant:
lol "let's try a new pose for your full body shots"
"Ugh mom I hate this one"
because pictures in front of the sink are sweet or something:
lolololololololololololol
And then like the next week or whatever was the day I babysat baby Maci and I wore my Freddy Kreuger shirt =D
and then I thought it would be a good idea to get evidence of me being domestic:
/end part one
Complete with retarded face for your enjoyment :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
oh wait let me do these first, these were the flowers Lisa sent for me to Tiffany's service:
One day I was entirely pink:
And then one day I had too much time on my day off so I wore that one shirt that makes me look pregnant:
lol "let's try a new pose for your full body shots"
"Ugh mom I hate this one"
because pictures in front of the sink are sweet or something:
lolololololololololololol
And then like the next week or whatever was the day I babysat baby Maci and I wore my Freddy Kreuger shirt =D
and then I thought it would be a good idea to get evidence of me being domestic:
/end part one
SARAH PALIN HUNTER FALSE IMAGE
It never ceases to amaze me when I read about the Right wingnuts and Tea Party's love for Sarah Palin time and time again, it is really a sorry group of people as far as I am concerned.She is a quiter, she quit her Governer job so that she can be a politcal whore and make lots of money, she is such a joke in my book, and then to read that many wants her to be president , wow ignorance really has gone to seed. She just does not rate any points as far as I am concerned.But then I am just sayin.
blessings.
Mama Grizzy Sarah Palin’s Hunting Fraud Exposed
Posted on September 17, 2010 by Sarah Jones
http://www.politicususa.com/en/palin-hunter-fraud
Sarah Palin hunter false image
This morning, Malia Litman (owner of MaliaLitman’s “A Rebuttal to the Rogue” blog) alerted PoliticusUSA that she had uncovered a rather large lie Sarah Palin has been peddling to the American public. Litman did an exhaustive investigation which revealed that Palin has been fooling the American people about a fundamental aspect of who she is as a person.
For two years now, we’ve been sold the notion of Palin as Mama Grizzly, the great hunter and fisher woman who spends her free time hunting up meat that she then whips up into a delicious moose stew for her huge family, all while traipsing around the country selling “feminism” as something which no longer involves women being equal partners, having their freedoms, or having dominion over their own bodies.
Turns out, this is a lie. Sarah Palin doesn’t hunt, or if she does, she does it illegally.
Here’s the background courtesy of Ms Litman’s blog :
“On Monday, September 13, 2010 Palin was in Kansas City giving another speech. It was the specific comments in that speech that alerted me to the deception that Palin has promoted throughout the last two years. She mentioned that she had “recently gone hunting in Alaska, and still had caribou blood under her fingernails. Furthering the deception, Palin said “We eat, therefore we hunt.” The idea that (Palin) would appear for a speech with her hair and make-up done, with blood under her beautifully manicured nails, was too hard to believe. (Palin) had gone too far! Palin was either lying when she made this comment, or she was announcing from her podium that she had violated Alaska’s hunting laws. A casual observer would assume (Palin) was smart enough to be alert to violation of the Alaska hunting laws after the controversy surrounding Troopergate, and Mike Wooten’s disclosure that he shot a moose out of season. A casual observer would be in error to make that assumption.”
Here is the evidence Ms Litman amassed:
“1. On Saturday, Aug. 28th Sarah Palin was with Glenn Beck at the Restoring Honor Rally in Washington D.C.
2. On Saturday, Aug. 28th the Alaska Fish and Game Department announced that it would close the Fortymile caribou herd hunt after a single day. The reason for the decision to close the hunt after one day was that last year in just three days, hunters killed 870 caribou. Given the declining numbers of caribou, the Alaskan Fish and Game Department announced that hunting of caribou would cease at 11:59 p.m. on Sunday, Aug. 29th.
3. The distance between Washington D.C. and Anchorage Alaska is 3369 miles. Even a direct flight, with no delays would take 7 hours and 30 minutes. It seems reasonable to presume that Sarah Palin didn’t travel from Washington D.C. on Sunday Aug. 29th for 7 and one-half hours, drive to Wasilla, and then go caribou hunting in what was left of her day on Sunday. If she hunted after that day, it would have been in violation of the prohibitions enacted by the Alaska Fish and Game Department. What we do know is that she gave an interview to Fox “News” the evening of Aug. 31, 2010 wearing a pink suit. There was no indication from that interview that she had been out hunting or that she had encountered any difficulty removing any caribou blood from her hands, face, or body.
4. According to the Alaska Fish and Game Department, as of September 16, 2010 there was no record of a hunting license for Sarah Palin.
5. Upon further inquiry I was advised by the person employed with the Alaska Fish and Game Department that Sarah Palin had not held a license for 2008 or 2009.
6. Because the Alaska Fish and Game Department is committed to protecting animals that might be hunted in the state, the number of hunters allowed to hunt during the designated season (even if it is only one day long) is limited. Because there are often many more hunters than animals, the Fish and Game Department holds a lottery to determine which hunters will be allowed to hunt. This lottery is held in November and December of the year prior to the August season in which the hunters are allowed to hunt. Thus the lottery to determine which hunters would be allowed to hunt in August of 2010 would have been determined by lottery at the end of 2009.
7. In order to be registered for the lottery, a hunter would be required to have a license to hunt in Alaska. Thus, because Sarah Palin did not have a license to hunt in 2009, she could not have participated in the lottery, and thus would not have been allowed to hunt caribou at any time during 2010.
8. In searching the internet for the pictures of Sarah Palin hunting, the only pictures I can find are pictures of Palin with dead animals, but she is not holding a gun or knife and there is no blood on her hands.
Only two possibilities exist. Either Palin lied in Kansas when she said she had been hunting caribou in Alaska and had blood under her fingernails, or Palin hunted in violation of Alaska law, and without a license. In either case, Palin is dishonest.”
This is a quandary we often find ourselves in when reporting on Palin. There are so many little lies which buttress the big lie, that one can be lost. But in the end, the glaring fact of Palin’s perpetual dishonesty is always apparent.
A note should be made that Palin was caught and charged with a felony crime for fishing without a license. Alaska state records show that she was charged in June of 1993, and pled no contest, to the charge which was originally listed as a felony. There is also a second charge of fishing without a license in the court records, but that charge was dismissed.
So it looks like Palin did fish at one time and did it without a license. But there is no evidence that Palin has been hunting for a long while now. Levi Johnston (almost son-in-law and father of daughter Bristol’s baby) revealed that Palin never hunted and in fact, Palin asked him to show her how to operate the gun she kept under her bed. We’ll just skip over the implications of that and the unfortunate history of Levi recanting and then un-recanting said accusations, but one can’t help but notice a similar echo here. Palin is not who she says she is.
Palin grew up hunting at her father’s knee. This seems to be accurate. But many of us grew up doing things we no longer do as adults, as seems to be the case here. This rings as accurate to me as it fits in with the way Palin lies. She takes a bite out of something that had some truth at some point and then spins it to her own advantage, much like the obnoxious drunk party goer who regales a suicidal audience with stories of his highly exaggerated greatness. The kindest thing that can be said about such people is that they are great story tellers. And Palin is indeed a wonderful story teller.
The image of Palin as the frontier pioneering woman from Alaska is a fraud on many levels. This is the latest unveiling of the image, but what should be most disconcerting is the ease with which Palin lies about anything. If it sounds good, if she thinks the voters or book buyers or speech payers will like it, she says it.
While it might seem like a small lie, Palin is selling her personality. She is running a cult of personality, not on an actual governing record or particular belief system. The things she claims to stand for (small government, fiscal conservatism) are not accurate statements about her actual governing policies. Nor do these discrepancies seem to bother her followers, who devour Palin’s narrative like starving children with nary a question as to the source. As Malia notes, Palin devoted an entire page in her hagiography “Going Rogue” to pictures of herself as the great huntress.
Anyone who lies this easily and about things so easily proven false and not even particularly relevant other than in propping up a false image is not someone who can be trusted at the helm of any office.
When Sarah Palin speaks, when she says the sky is blue, you should always double check. Rarely will it be true.
blessings.
Mama Grizzy Sarah Palin’s Hunting Fraud Exposed
Posted on September 17, 2010 by Sarah Jones
http://www.politicususa.com/en/palin-hunter-fraud
Sarah Palin hunter false image
This morning, Malia Litman (owner of MaliaLitman’s “A Rebuttal to the Rogue” blog) alerted PoliticusUSA that she had uncovered a rather large lie Sarah Palin has been peddling to the American public. Litman did an exhaustive investigation which revealed that Palin has been fooling the American people about a fundamental aspect of who she is as a person.
For two years now, we’ve been sold the notion of Palin as Mama Grizzly, the great hunter and fisher woman who spends her free time hunting up meat that she then whips up into a delicious moose stew for her huge family, all while traipsing around the country selling “feminism” as something which no longer involves women being equal partners, having their freedoms, or having dominion over their own bodies.
Turns out, this is a lie. Sarah Palin doesn’t hunt, or if she does, she does it illegally.
Here’s the background courtesy of Ms Litman’s blog :
“On Monday, September 13, 2010 Palin was in Kansas City giving another speech. It was the specific comments in that speech that alerted me to the deception that Palin has promoted throughout the last two years. She mentioned that she had “recently gone hunting in Alaska, and still had caribou blood under her fingernails. Furthering the deception, Palin said “We eat, therefore we hunt.” The idea that (Palin) would appear for a speech with her hair and make-up done, with blood under her beautifully manicured nails, was too hard to believe. (Palin) had gone too far! Palin was either lying when she made this comment, or she was announcing from her podium that she had violated Alaska’s hunting laws. A casual observer would assume (Palin) was smart enough to be alert to violation of the Alaska hunting laws after the controversy surrounding Troopergate, and Mike Wooten’s disclosure that he shot a moose out of season. A casual observer would be in error to make that assumption.”
Here is the evidence Ms Litman amassed:
“1. On Saturday, Aug. 28th Sarah Palin was with Glenn Beck at the Restoring Honor Rally in Washington D.C.
2. On Saturday, Aug. 28th the Alaska Fish and Game Department announced that it would close the Fortymile caribou herd hunt after a single day. The reason for the decision to close the hunt after one day was that last year in just three days, hunters killed 870 caribou. Given the declining numbers of caribou, the Alaskan Fish and Game Department announced that hunting of caribou would cease at 11:59 p.m. on Sunday, Aug. 29th.
3. The distance between Washington D.C. and Anchorage Alaska is 3369 miles. Even a direct flight, with no delays would take 7 hours and 30 minutes. It seems reasonable to presume that Sarah Palin didn’t travel from Washington D.C. on Sunday Aug. 29th for 7 and one-half hours, drive to Wasilla, and then go caribou hunting in what was left of her day on Sunday. If she hunted after that day, it would have been in violation of the prohibitions enacted by the Alaska Fish and Game Department. What we do know is that she gave an interview to Fox “News” the evening of Aug. 31, 2010 wearing a pink suit. There was no indication from that interview that she had been out hunting or that she had encountered any difficulty removing any caribou blood from her hands, face, or body.
4. According to the Alaska Fish and Game Department, as of September 16, 2010 there was no record of a hunting license for Sarah Palin.
5. Upon further inquiry I was advised by the person employed with the Alaska Fish and Game Department that Sarah Palin had not held a license for 2008 or 2009.
6. Because the Alaska Fish and Game Department is committed to protecting animals that might be hunted in the state, the number of hunters allowed to hunt during the designated season (even if it is only one day long) is limited. Because there are often many more hunters than animals, the Fish and Game Department holds a lottery to determine which hunters will be allowed to hunt. This lottery is held in November and December of the year prior to the August season in which the hunters are allowed to hunt. Thus the lottery to determine which hunters would be allowed to hunt in August of 2010 would have been determined by lottery at the end of 2009.
7. In order to be registered for the lottery, a hunter would be required to have a license to hunt in Alaska. Thus, because Sarah Palin did not have a license to hunt in 2009, she could not have participated in the lottery, and thus would not have been allowed to hunt caribou at any time during 2010.
8. In searching the internet for the pictures of Sarah Palin hunting, the only pictures I can find are pictures of Palin with dead animals, but she is not holding a gun or knife and there is no blood on her hands.
Only two possibilities exist. Either Palin lied in Kansas when she said she had been hunting caribou in Alaska and had blood under her fingernails, or Palin hunted in violation of Alaska law, and without a license. In either case, Palin is dishonest.”
This is a quandary we often find ourselves in when reporting on Palin. There are so many little lies which buttress the big lie, that one can be lost. But in the end, the glaring fact of Palin’s perpetual dishonesty is always apparent.
A note should be made that Palin was caught and charged with a felony crime for fishing without a license. Alaska state records show that she was charged in June of 1993, and pled no contest, to the charge which was originally listed as a felony. There is also a second charge of fishing without a license in the court records, but that charge was dismissed.
So it looks like Palin did fish at one time and did it without a license. But there is no evidence that Palin has been hunting for a long while now. Levi Johnston (almost son-in-law and father of daughter Bristol’s baby) revealed that Palin never hunted and in fact, Palin asked him to show her how to operate the gun she kept under her bed. We’ll just skip over the implications of that and the unfortunate history of Levi recanting and then un-recanting said accusations, but one can’t help but notice a similar echo here. Palin is not who she says she is.
Palin grew up hunting at her father’s knee. This seems to be accurate. But many of us grew up doing things we no longer do as adults, as seems to be the case here. This rings as accurate to me as it fits in with the way Palin lies. She takes a bite out of something that had some truth at some point and then spins it to her own advantage, much like the obnoxious drunk party goer who regales a suicidal audience with stories of his highly exaggerated greatness. The kindest thing that can be said about such people is that they are great story tellers. And Palin is indeed a wonderful story teller.
The image of Palin as the frontier pioneering woman from Alaska is a fraud on many levels. This is the latest unveiling of the image, but what should be most disconcerting is the ease with which Palin lies about anything. If it sounds good, if she thinks the voters or book buyers or speech payers will like it, she says it.
While it might seem like a small lie, Palin is selling her personality. She is running a cult of personality, not on an actual governing record or particular belief system. The things she claims to stand for (small government, fiscal conservatism) are not accurate statements about her actual governing policies. Nor do these discrepancies seem to bother her followers, who devour Palin’s narrative like starving children with nary a question as to the source. As Malia notes, Palin devoted an entire page in her hagiography “Going Rogue” to pictures of herself as the great huntress.
Anyone who lies this easily and about things so easily proven false and not even particularly relevant other than in propping up a false image is not someone who can be trusted at the helm of any office.
When Sarah Palin speaks, when she says the sky is blue, you should always double check. Rarely will it be true.
housemate
if I had to be cynical about my house mate, I would say she's a coniving liar and hypocrite; a vampire with worse ulterior motives.I, however, set my cynicism aside in cases like this. I know the shit she's had to go through, and because I'm a humanist, I feel sympathy for this shit. I want her to be safe, free, and happy, so this is what I agreed to.
EDIT: I was too tired to finish before, but, ya, I've given the idea of living together great thought, even though my cynicism is present, and I decided to go ahead and do it. This is because, even if all my cynical thoughts about her are true, they don't personally affect me. I can't be lied to since I know the truth, usually before it's even said, I'm not with her in any way, except by housemate association, and the apartment is in my name. One word to the landlord or police, and I can force her to remove herself. Now that's leverage.
EDIT: I was too tired to finish before, but, ya, I've given the idea of living together great thought, even though my cynicism is present, and I decided to go ahead and do it. This is because, even if all my cynical thoughts about her are true, they don't personally affect me. I can't be lied to since I know the truth, usually before it's even said, I'm not with her in any way, except by housemate association, and the apartment is in my name. One word to the landlord or police, and I can force her to remove herself. Now that's leverage.
[Blog #144] --- Depressed --- [Friday] - Stressy Depressy
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I was sat in a cafeteria with really cheap white tables - I was sat against the wall, as I was isolating myself from everyone else there.
My brother Ian showed up, with three other lads - one had a lot of spots, one had a yellow shirt and one had green hair. Ian sat opposite me and the other three lads sat around me.
Then Ashleigh arrived - but couldn't get around to my side of the table, so she sat beside Ian.
We were talking for a while - before another person came in through the door.
She was the absolute double of Ashleigh - only her hair was darker, her clothes were a different colour, her voice was higher and her wheelchair frame was blue.
She said her name was Rhona Robinson.
I woke up and felt very confused.
My dreams sometimes serve a purpose - but all that one did was confuse me.
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I spent most of today playing The Misadventures Of Tron Bonne.
I have 3 missions left to complete - along with the shitty ruins exploration level.
My Servbots' stats are all pretty high - there's a few more who need their attack levels raising.
I can't stand doing training course 1 though.
Training course 2 only takes about a minute - often less.
Course 1 always takes 3+ minutes and it's so damn tedious.
The more valuble stat raiser would be the more annoying one, wouldn't it?!
I'm also pissed off with the bastard farm level.
I spent 20 minutes fucking about working out how to ride and capture the horses - only to have my truck destroyed during the boss fight.
BASTARDS.
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After I turned it off in frustration: Ashleigh had came online. She informed me that she was coming tomorrow - and had a mini-rant about her newly accquired Guitar Hero: Metallica (which she's bringing tomorrow) - we then discussed our plans.
We've decided on playing through some of the band career of GHM, watching the DVD that Paul burned me (Lesbian Vampire Killers) and continuing our game of Monopoly from Monday.
Once her connection died, I pulled out my drum kit and played a few quick gigs on World Tour.
I then swapped to bass and thrashed through a few more songs on Hard - 5 100% scores in a row.
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Dad had been to ASDA and bought a shitload of cookies - so I ate half a packet of Maryland triple chocolate chip while I watched the first half of Britain's Got Talent.
I began to wonder - am I evil?
When Hollie Steel had her emotional breakdown, bless her - I thought it was pretty sweet, and I felt sorry for her - but I couldn't help pissing myself laughing.
Every time I hear children cry - I laugh uncontrollably. Babies especially. My word, they make me bloody manic. :)
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Then mam arrived home to ruin my pretty neutral day.
I asked her if Ashleigh and Shelly could come tomorrow - which she doesn't normally decline to - but then she said no.
Her reason was pathetic though: "It's her day off and she doesn't want the house full."
For a start - there's two of them - not twenty-two.
For a second - we're only ever in my room. We only come down to eat at the table because Ash isn't wonderfully skilled at balancing trays on her lap.
I eat alone upstairs for the other 6 days of the week - do I honestly bother her with my presence in the room for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES?
Then she had a whinge on saying why can't I go to Ash's or to Shelly's.
For one - I can very rarely get to Ash's. Dad starts work too early a lot of the time to take me - which I'm not bitter about, it can't be helped. (Besides, dad isn't a cunt to me, so I don't blame him for anything.)
And if I tried bussing it - fuck knows what the fare would be. I'm guessing £4+.
Mam bitches enough as it is giving me £4 a day to get to college and eat.
It's not that fucking easy to eat on £2.20 a day you know.
Most drinks are £1 and most sandwiches are £2. Yep - how does that work out?
And I don't want to go to Shelly's because her mam slags me off.
I know my mam isn't overly fond of Shelly, but she doesn't say half the abusive shite that her mam comes out with.
Following this rant - she then said we're always in the kitchen when she wants to be in there.
WELL SORRY FOR WANTING TO EAT AT TEA-TIME. YOU KNOW, THE NORM?
What, she wants me to drag Ashleigh down the stairs so she can decide on what she wants, then send her straight back up?
Hmmmmm?
She did say she'd let them come, but only if we stay out of her way.
I don't fucking go near her at the best of times. Swear to God.
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And there's two moths flitting about in my room. They're doing my tits in.
I'm only wearing a shirt and underwear - they keep landing on my bare leg and tickling me.
I'm slightly afraid of moths - but nowhere near as scared as I am of spiders.
I was really tired earlier when I had my fortnightly migraine - but now it's gone, I'm wide awake.
With fuck all to do.
Gaaaaaaaaaaah.
Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #144
Stressy Depressy
I'd had a really weird dream. Stressy Depressy
I woke up this morning at six. My stomach was hurting to the point where it was far too uncomfortable for me to even manage going back to sleep.
I tried cuddling my pillows close to my belly, I tried laying in different positions and I tried taking an early morning shit - but nothing made any difference.
I thought I was about to vomit, or get the runs - but because I hadn't eaten in 12 hours, I didn't think there was anything to be sick with.
So I went and got some Frosties.
After I'd eaten these, I fell asleep again at 6:45.
I don't ever feel hungry - but I don't think hunger pain is meant to hurt that much.
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I re-awoke at 11:45.
I tried cuddling my pillows close to my belly, I tried laying in different positions and I tried taking an early morning shit - but nothing made any difference.
I thought I was about to vomit, or get the runs - but because I hadn't eaten in 12 hours, I didn't think there was anything to be sick with.
So I went and got some Frosties.
After I'd eaten these, I fell asleep again at 6:45.
I don't ever feel hungry - but I don't think hunger pain is meant to hurt that much.
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I re-awoke at 11:45.
I was sat in a cafeteria with really cheap white tables - I was sat against the wall, as I was isolating myself from everyone else there.
My brother Ian showed up, with three other lads - one had a lot of spots, one had a yellow shirt and one had green hair. Ian sat opposite me and the other three lads sat around me.
Then Ashleigh arrived - but couldn't get around to my side of the table, so she sat beside Ian.
We were talking for a while - before another person came in through the door.
She was the absolute double of Ashleigh - only her hair was darker, her clothes were a different colour, her voice was higher and her wheelchair frame was blue.
She said her name was Rhona Robinson.
I woke up and felt very confused.
My dreams sometimes serve a purpose - but all that one did was confuse me.
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I spent most of today playing The Misadventures Of Tron Bonne.
I have 3 missions left to complete - along with the shitty ruins exploration level.
My Servbots' stats are all pretty high - there's a few more who need their attack levels raising.
I can't stand doing training course 1 though.
Training course 2 only takes about a minute - often less.
Course 1 always takes 3+ minutes and it's so damn tedious.
The more valuble stat raiser would be the more annoying one, wouldn't it?!
I'm also pissed off with the bastard farm level.
I spent 20 minutes fucking about working out how to ride and capture the horses - only to have my truck destroyed during the boss fight.
BASTARDS.
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After I turned it off in frustration: Ashleigh had came online. She informed me that she was coming tomorrow - and had a mini-rant about her newly accquired Guitar Hero: Metallica (which she's bringing tomorrow) - we then discussed our plans.
We've decided on playing through some of the band career of GHM, watching the DVD that Paul burned me (Lesbian Vampire Killers) and continuing our game of Monopoly from Monday.
Once her connection died, I pulled out my drum kit and played a few quick gigs on World Tour.
I then swapped to bass and thrashed through a few more songs on Hard - 5 100% scores in a row.
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Dad had been to ASDA and bought a shitload of cookies - so I ate half a packet of Maryland triple chocolate chip while I watched the first half of Britain's Got Talent.
I began to wonder - am I evil?
When Hollie Steel had her emotional breakdown, bless her - I thought it was pretty sweet, and I felt sorry for her - but I couldn't help pissing myself laughing.
Every time I hear children cry - I laugh uncontrollably. Babies especially. My word, they make me bloody manic. :)
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Then mam arrived home to ruin my pretty neutral day.
I asked her if Ashleigh and Shelly could come tomorrow - which she doesn't normally decline to - but then she said no.
Her reason was pathetic though: "It's her day off and she doesn't want the house full."
For a start - there's two of them - not twenty-two.
For a second - we're only ever in my room. We only come down to eat at the table because Ash isn't wonderfully skilled at balancing trays on her lap.
I eat alone upstairs for the other 6 days of the week - do I honestly bother her with my presence in the room for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES?
Then she had a whinge on saying why can't I go to Ash's or to Shelly's.
For one - I can very rarely get to Ash's. Dad starts work too early a lot of the time to take me - which I'm not bitter about, it can't be helped. (Besides, dad isn't a cunt to me, so I don't blame him for anything.)
And if I tried bussing it - fuck knows what the fare would be. I'm guessing £4+.
Mam bitches enough as it is giving me £4 a day to get to college and eat.
It's not that fucking easy to eat on £2.20 a day you know.
Most drinks are £1 and most sandwiches are £2. Yep - how does that work out?
And I don't want to go to Shelly's because her mam slags me off.
I know my mam isn't overly fond of Shelly, but she doesn't say half the abusive shite that her mam comes out with.
Following this rant - she then said we're always in the kitchen when she wants to be in there.
WELL SORRY FOR WANTING TO EAT AT TEA-TIME. YOU KNOW, THE NORM?
What, she wants me to drag Ashleigh down the stairs so she can decide on what she wants, then send her straight back up?
Hmmmmm?
She did say she'd let them come, but only if we stay out of her way.
I don't fucking go near her at the best of times. Swear to God.
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And there's two moths flitting about in my room. They're doing my tits in.
I'm only wearing a shirt and underwear - they keep landing on my bare leg and tickling me.
I'm slightly afraid of moths - but nowhere near as scared as I am of spiders.
I was really tired earlier when I had my fortnightly migraine - but now it's gone, I'm wide awake.
With fuck all to do.
Gaaaaaaaaaaah.
[Blog #125] --- Depressed --- [Monday] - CUNT-ARSE NURSE
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #125
CUNT-ARSE NURSE
CUNT-ARSE NURSE
I didn't end up going to college today.
In a way, I was glad. I got to spend some quality time at home with my Wii.
I've started a new save on Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
It's turned out a lot better this run through - I've completed the Subspace Emissary in just under 9 and a half hours, when last time, it took me 20.
(I can't understand why it took me THAT long...)
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I had to go to the doctors this morning.
I had to see the fucking bitchy cunt nurse practicioner.
She's such a TWAT.
For 17 years, I've been overweight. The doctors have NEVER mentioned it to me.
So clearly, it's not been a problem.
I was originally going to see her to get some more pills - but then I developed this chest infection, so there was two reasons to see her.
She said I couldn't go back on the pills because my BMI is too high.
This is bullshit - Shelly is on the pill and her BMI is several points higher than mine.
Perhaps I couldn't be on THAT pill - but I could have gotten SOME pill.
Every time I go and see this cunt of a nurse - see, she's not even a real doctor - she always has this FACE.
It's the "oh-it's-that-fat-girl-who-forgets-to-take-her-medication-and-gets-lots-of-chest-infections" face.
So the one time I went in to see her about something OTHER than a chest infection - which was my dodgy periods - I just look at her and say "IT'S NOT ABOUT MY CHEST..." - and her face instantly changed.
She's such a twat. Hate her so much.
She says I could have 3 months to lose a stone.
She suggests I go and see the weight loss consellor - to which I declined, I see enough fucking counsellors as it is.
I wouldn't have cared if she'd phrased it: "the service is available" - as opposed to "YOU WILL GO, YOU FAT CUNT".
She says I have 3 months to lose a stone - then what does she perscribe me for my chest?
FUCKING STEROIDS.
I take EIGHT a fucking day.
Yes, I'm really going to fucking lose weight taking those.
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I thought my mam was going to moan at me when I told her what she'd said on the phone.
I was fucking bowled over in shock when mam turned out to actually be on my side!
Mam even agreed with the statement I proclaimed: "I don't care about my weight, why should anyone else?"
To which mam responded with: "Exactly."
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I spent the rest of the night trying to cheer myself up with a Brawl marathon.
Dad made some beef pies. They were super-lush.
He'd got a joint of roast beef, diced it up, mixed it up with some casserole mix and Bisto gravy.
I do believe it was a very close contender to my nana's steak pies.
I'm unsure of which pie is victor...
In a way, I was glad. I got to spend some quality time at home with my Wii.
I've started a new save on Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
It's turned out a lot better this run through - I've completed the Subspace Emissary in just under 9 and a half hours, when last time, it took me 20.
(I can't understand why it took me THAT long...)
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I had to go to the doctors this morning.
I had to see the fucking bitchy cunt nurse practicioner.
She's such a TWAT.
For 17 years, I've been overweight. The doctors have NEVER mentioned it to me.
So clearly, it's not been a problem.
I was originally going to see her to get some more pills - but then I developed this chest infection, so there was two reasons to see her.
She said I couldn't go back on the pills because my BMI is too high.
This is bullshit - Shelly is on the pill and her BMI is several points higher than mine.
Perhaps I couldn't be on THAT pill - but I could have gotten SOME pill.
Every time I go and see this cunt of a nurse - see, she's not even a real doctor - she always has this FACE.
It's the "oh-it's-that-fat-girl-who-forgets-to-take-her-medication-and-gets-lots-of-chest-infections" face.
So the one time I went in to see her about something OTHER than a chest infection - which was my dodgy periods - I just look at her and say "IT'S NOT ABOUT MY CHEST..." - and her face instantly changed.
She's such a twat. Hate her so much.
She says I could have 3 months to lose a stone.
She suggests I go and see the weight loss consellor - to which I declined, I see enough fucking counsellors as it is.
I wouldn't have cared if she'd phrased it: "the service is available" - as opposed to "YOU WILL GO, YOU FAT CUNT".
She says I have 3 months to lose a stone - then what does she perscribe me for my chest?
FUCKING STEROIDS.
I take EIGHT a fucking day.
Yes, I'm really going to fucking lose weight taking those.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I thought my mam was going to moan at me when I told her what she'd said on the phone.
I was fucking bowled over in shock when mam turned out to actually be on my side!
Mam even agreed with the statement I proclaimed: "I don't care about my weight, why should anyone else?"
To which mam responded with: "Exactly."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I spent the rest of the night trying to cheer myself up with a Brawl marathon.
Dad made some beef pies. They were super-lush.
He'd got a joint of roast beef, diced it up, mixed it up with some casserole mix and Bisto gravy.
I do believe it was a very close contender to my nana's steak pies.
I'm unsure of which pie is victor...
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