Shit. I got to fucking go tan. I hate fucking tanning so much. It’s boring and I always burn the first week. I can’t fucking stand just laying in there thinking, wow it would suck if someone dropped a bomb or an earthquake strikes and Im sitting here nekkid in this glass box. Then having to be all greasy and stinky with tanning oil and it always grosses ME out thinking about the nekkid hairy man-ass that was smashed against that same glass in the past. No matter how much disinfectant I spray on it, you just can’t get that nastiness out of your head. ugh But I got to go get some rays or I am going to FRY FRY FRY once I get in that tropical sun. Plus right now, I’m so fucking white it isn’t funny, a bit of color will look better with MY swimsuits and sundresses. Grumble grumble.
So monday I’m going to go to My good deed of the year (Tax write off and good deed) and take (or get one of My guys to take) 10 lawn bags of clothes you guys bought a few seasons ago that I decide I don’t like anymore and give them to the po’ people at the Salvation Army. Those little bag ladies will be beating each other with their wooden legs to get a hold of My shit. Then I’m going to go sit in a suntan booth and probably burn Myself red in 4 minutes. I really should try to take some pics tomorrow. I’ve been promising for weeks now, and once I get burned I won’t want to do pics. We shall see if I get off MY lazy ass and actually get it done. Gotta get My oil changed too, fill My tank up again on blackpooch’s gas car and go to a Thai restaurant with some friends in the evening. Oh yeah I got a shitload of boxes of stuff I need to send back to exchange. Some clothings and 2 purses. Those 2 purses were so fucking short. I HAVE to find ones with adjustable straps ONLY. I forget how fucking short most women are. I couldn’t even fit my arm in them really, they were all up in MY armpit. So I’ll be gone most of monday. I have lunch with friends on Wednesday and then I have to go do the Thanksgiving thang on thursday. I hate turkey and I hate ham. I actually hate thanksgiving and all food associated with it.well except for mashed potatos. Thanksgiving is about gorging yourself on boring bland food and pretending to be grateful for butterball turkeys and cranberry sauce. I see no point in it. At least MY family doesn’t pray, but when you go to friends’–for some fucking reason those same people who got all drunk with you last weekend and peed on neighbors’ lawn, all think they need to pray 2 times a year. Christmas and Thanksgiving. I never bow My head and pretend to pray when everyone else does. It’s more My style to swig My drink down and clink My icecubes or butter MY bread.
Sunday I think I will sit on My ass, followed by sitting on My ass.
SPENDING OPPORTUNITY! I WANT THIS PRONTO Hey dweebies. I want to try a month of the ZONE DIET home delivered meals. It will cost about $1,235.68 for 28 days. Who wants to buy it? The delivery 3 meals and some snacks every day. If you want this opportunity make a $500 donation here. Then email Me and I’ll send you the link for part 2 of your payment. Accidentally left MY aol on all night. Jesus christ, I had zillions of lame IM’s. you guys really are fucking losers!
QUICK NOTE: I did NOT send out any emails entitled” Questionare. Seems like somebody is spoofing lame and blank emails from ME. Their actual email seems to be kcnorthridge@earthlink.net and they are from atlanta georgia.
UPDATE: Just got $500 out of wanker addict. So that brings his total to $800 plus $200 a week. But get this. wanker addict was on his way to send that $500 then he comes back and says “oh i have to call my bank, it’s not working.” Then he never comes back. you know how fucking FURIOUS that makes ME. So I pick up the phone and dial him on the phone. he answers and sounds all scared shitless and says something about his online banking being down. Yeah right! So I remind him that if I don’t get MY $500 by tomorrow I will be calling back that number and then asked if he was the only one that answered the phone. he said he wasn’t the only one, so I giggled and said, then I know I’ll get that $500 and hung up. So then he pops back online and says he will send the $500 right now. AHA! So obviously his entire story about the “bankcard being down” was all a ruse! BUSTED! I will have to keep a short leash on this little turd, won’t I?
So I got this guy who paid months ago. he said I called him wankeraddict or something. he just sent $300 and signed up for the $200/week lovetax! We were trying to get another $500 out of his card and he said it was at his limit. (likely fucking story) he’s on hold with the credit card company now. Cross your fingers!
toiletbrush is still in a middle of a shopping spree for ME. he bought ME this really pretty evening dress for $200. We still have another $250 to whip through shopping. I just have to find more stuff.
divorcee gets paid tomorrow and I made him solemnly vow to send more cash as soon as he has it. he was wimpering on the phone like a baby. Update your journal, divorcee.
