Home Sweat Home

For once Meagan did what she promised. She got me an apartment in a small section H-8 housing complex that was all seniors and disabled regular folks. It's not a big complex like the one I was in when I first starteda blogging.

This place is about maybe forty aparments, two stories, on a thin slice of street between two converging rivers. It's tannish brick and all the places are one bedroom. No community centers, no snobby pea hens trying to play canasta, eat dainties, cheat at their games and gossip. That's the good stuff.

Now for the bad. On one side we gots a auto body shop and on the other a big commercial bread bakery. So we got to put up with the banging and clanging of the auto shop during the day and the tantalizing smell of fresh baking bread all night. There are some hot guys working at both places and I can see the bakery from my bedroom window.

The place is okay, a little small, but it's all  mine! Meagan got me some sort of a victim of crime (because of the cult) stipend to start over. She took me down to the Goodwill local nice dept store to pick out furniture and stuff I needed with the money. Now I'm set up on my own, not alot of stuff yet but the start, including a new wardrobe. Plus it turns out that some of my belongings were put in storage while I was away so I didn't need as much as I thought I might! All my good men-lurin' undies and L Anne Carrington books were intact.

It's taken me the better part of this week to settle in and get the place just the way I like it.  But I've had to sleep in because the bakery men are keeping me awake all night, the smells and I see them when they come out to catch a smoke. Wonder what's the best way to strike up a conversation with one of those studs.

Hateful Biddies

I'm having to spent most of this weekend in my room reading the romance wressling novels of my favorite author L. Anne Carrington. I ain't read "The Cruiserweight's Daughter" and "Beautiful" and I cain't WAIT till the new one she did for Nanowrimo that those jellus skeelton whores said was faked comes out. Something called "Klass Act"

There are some hateful biddies here, not all of them skeleton whores, many as curvy and womanly as myself and Miss L. Anne. Most of them are either straight out of jail or straight out of rehab, not the type of classy ladies I usually share a building with. Trashy tramps with undyed hair and too much or too little makeup, missing teeth and with tattoos. Tattoos! Can you imagine!

One of them was reading over my shoulder when I was at one of L. Anne Carrington's author pages to read some of her "Cougars and Studs" romances. First one started laughing, slapped me on the back of the head and screeched I was reading porn, bad porn and porn she's seen elsewhere.

As I kept screaming for the house mother this trashy whore and her friends pushed my Hoverround back from the computer screen and started hooting and laughing over the books and L. Anne's beautiful pictures, calling her a 'fat old granny type white woman' that needs to stick to knitting and her cats instead of hot porn. The worst one kept yelling that there was no way L. Anne could ever had had sex as big and frumpy as she is.

I hightailed it out of there, crankying my Hoverround up to 11 and trucking down the street to the Pachos All You Can Eat Mexican Buffett. I stayed there till after dark and drowned my sorrows and fright in turkey flautas and sopapia breadds. When I got back they'd moved on to something else, still around the computer and paying no mind when I came in.

I've been hiding in my room since, except for meal time. Those bitches have been complaining that I can't do chores and the rest of them can. Meagan has been promising me she'd have me in a new apartment by now but nothing turned up till Friday. She's supposed to be moving me on Monday and I cannot wait! I'm in with too many lowlifes here.

Dirty Liars

Since I'm not able to help out much here in this halfway house/homeless place Meagan my social worker has stashed me I've been cruising the internets with the computer here when I'm not watching UFC and wressling.

Found out that my favorite author Lori Anne Carrington has another book coming out soon!! Squeeeeeeeeeal!!! I found out through looking at some stupid site people write books on, nanowrimo.org Turns out there are tons of mean jellus heifers there that are accusing L. Anne of cheating by writing ten thousand words a day on her new book. They are trying to sasys that she wrote it earlier and uploaded bits pof it everyay ayd day (sorry, I spilted Fanta on the keyb oard and the letters are stickinng now!)

There is no whay that is true! L.Anne Carrington is a classyu full-figureds beauty and writter of Integgratea! She would no more cheat than eat offa some celebrities plate at one of the big swanky to-doos she attends as an expert on wressling.

They are just bitter jellus skeleton whores!!

You keepe on writting L. Anne!