Whore @ MindSay

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.

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I'd had a really weird dream.

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.

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i just considered an advantage of my ex being a horn-dog.  well, when you take into mind that i am often as horny as....i don't know what's a good comparison....that we could just be fuck buddies.  sometimes i just want to perform oral sex.  it's pleasing.  the expression on the other person's face is fucking priceless and such a turn-on!  unbelievable!  that's really fine with me.  i can't imagine myself in a serious relationship at this point.  i'm just another horny bitch.

I ran into a friend today at this pizza/ale place called SOBO.  It’s a cool joint.  Anyway, I was actually waiting for some other friends when my friend and her students came by for a quick drink before hitting class.  She brought up Anatomy class, so I asked her if she, by any chance, ever met Chad, since he tutored Anatomy & Physiology.  She said she had, and she said so with lack of enthusiasm.  Briefed on him, then I told her he was my ex and that it ended badly.  She said it ended badly with her as well, but they didn’t date – she knew him through interning at EVMS and how he trapped her in a bathroom, held one hand against her chest and the other against the exit door and told her to get naked so that he could lick her until she came.  She escaped.  I believe her because I know I can trust her.

 

Additionally, he was prohibited from continuing at EVMS because he’d watch the OBGYN exams….just to watch the exams.  He’s a pervert and a player as well as a cheapskate.  He was fucking someone else while we together.

 

Now, the puzzle pieces are coming together.  Unfortunately, the picture is coming out perfectly.