Hollow Ween

Sad weekend. I spent Satuday swimming at the Y. I was just so happy to be out of jail that I rode my Hoverround over to swim all day. Plus all those lonely nights in the jail house left me with an itch to scratch, an itch for a man, a new man.

Tried to stop by Fashion Bug for asexay new swimming suit only to find they done closed down while I was away. So I had dto wear my old one with the sprung elastic in the top. Didn't matter, I spotted a lone hot man immediately and I kept trying to swim by him. The first couple of times he was talking to another man wearing a wedding ring. I thought for sure he'd be impressed by my spectacular all natural 56ZZZ boobies but he didn't even react. I figured he had to be gay! But later every time I looked over he was chatting up the skeleton whore that calls herself a lifeguard. Hottie was tripping over his tongue every time he talked to the life-ho.

I followed him to the hot tub, thinking he might be intertested up close. I batted my beautimous eyes at him and wiggled my swanky tits. He wouldn't even look at me. No dice.I went home alone.

Sunday weren't much better. Visited the church down the street again, the place that gave me that car and bought my Hoverround but they weren't friendly this atime at all. Sure, they fed me at their endless luncheons and snacks but no one would talk to me and as I went to leave several of the snootier church ladies told me not to come back after what I'd done with the car.  They think I'm an ungrateful gal.

I hightailed it back home, only stopping at the Piggly Wiggly to get some halloween candy for the trick or treaters tonight. But the next thing I know I woke up this morning in a pile of candy wrappers. Sigh, another year spent hiding with the lights off when the kids come around.

Pokey Time Again

I've been away. Right after the Cletus Clydeburn Ridge McStuddmuffin troubles the local cop shop arrested me for false charges of having stole a car. I don't know what they mean. I parked that rental car and left the key under the floorboards then calledup the rental car place to come over here and gets it. Turns out that's illegal too. They told me only Mary Lynn was supposed to be driving it according to the rental agreement so I got hit with conversion of rental property too..

That bitch social worker of mine, Meagan, refused to bail me out this time. Normally she pleads leniencey for me because she says I'm crazy. This time she told the cops to do their worst because I was turning into a ha-habitjewel offenter.

Jail sucks. Jail food sucks a little less, it's just the repeating of the meals that sucks. Many times the meals is a big slab of baloney white bread and some mushy fruit. I don't eat the fruit because as you know fruits and veggies are scary, they grow in the dirt, the same dirt animals shit in.

but now I'm back, large and in charge, and I'm about to follow footsteps of my thinspeiration L Anne Carrington. Yes folks, I'm signing up for Nanonanowrittermo. and I'm gonna write some hot UFC fiction about a hot relationship between Brock Lesnar and Tito Ortiz complete with love scenes. It's gonna be so good! I hope to get it published like L Anne got her novel published, with one of those you pay they publish online outfits.

I better go, my stomach is rumbling and I'm drooling at the thought of real food for a change. Gonna have some sausage and eggs.  Mmmmm... sausage!  Damn I miss Cletus Clyburn Ridge McStuddmuffins sometimes..