The stars


I wish you could see the stars tonight
See then the way my eyes register them
The same pin pricks of light you look at when you cast your eyes up
Yet how they appear to me
Tonight
The nearness
The curvature
The quantity
The quality
I wish you could see the stars tonight
See them through my eyes

#Häagen-Daz humor rant/plea 😂


Yes I’m a bit mental

I fully admit that my humor is warped, twisted, sometimes dark and often not appropriate for the situation…. Any situation

I also admit that my body is often under caffeinated and if I’m on sleep dep… Things can get wonky right damn quick

So I’m scrolling, scrolling, scrolling…. Keep them pages rolling…. No no wait this isn’t rawhide…

So I’m going through Facebook to check what I missed during my few hours of sleep and the extra hours between coffee starting to kick in

I find this ad for Häagen-Daz and my humor kicks in

You see… France has ice cream

Not a huge selection though and all the companies seem to cover the same boring flavors

These flavors might be epicly fantastic but when you KNOW, FOR A FACT, that other flavors are out there… 

I might as well just eat vanilla

Preferably in what I coined “The Fat American”

Similar to a White/Black Russian in that it has vodka and coffee liquor but different as I do the following

Vodka, coffee liquor, caramel liquor, real coffee, milk and vanilla bean ice cream

It all gets blended (usually by spoon as I’m too lazy to want to wash more items that needed) into a sort of milkshake

I started calling it The Fat American because Russia already has two “similar” drinks and since it tastes better than anything I could get at a tarbucks…. Seemed appropriate

Also funny self depreciating humor since I’m an American in France and it fits with stereotypes associated with Americans 😂😂

So, back to my point

I saw this on my timeline 

And the following is what I left in the public comments… 

Enjoy your trip into the madness that is my brain…

Dear Häagen-Dazs serving France

You are failing me….

I KNOW you have a number of flavors! I’ve been to your locations in the states and other parts of Europe

Why are you failing to stock my area with all the tasty good things?!!

What have I done to displease you!!

Come back to me

I promise I’ll behave!

Love me the way I love you

Let me count the ways and show my devotion!… Preferably by counting with different flavors as I consume them 

I’m a ginger and it’s not politically correct to steal souls any more!! I need an alternative!!

Sincerely…

Someone who should not be texting with so much blood in their caffeine system

2016 old house ranta


Note:

for those not on facebook or not paying attention

i moved to a different house, part of why i am not posting often…if at all

i will have stable (and private, yay no more hotspots) net the beginning of august (fingers crossed) and yes i hope to post more erotica and pictures

but on to today’s blog of bitchiness:

………….. …………….

lovely
landlady came by while i was here at the old house (thus why i currently have net… have yet to unplug the box and cant plug it in at the new house since there is no dsl lines)

i was on the road this afternoon so missed her call but voicemail said she wanted to meet and discuss the house and me leaving

i planed on not calling back
avoiding her at cost and giving documents and keys to the mayor of our little community and getting an intermediary involved

no such luck

so i am forced to talk to her in person

joy of joys

she has no problem with me cause i always pay in advance and all that but she cant understand why i didnt contact her if i had a problem

i did… in 2014 and she came once with her hubby and they didnt find anything and left, did not take care of anything on my list and left me upset

ok find

sent her emails… she swears up and down she never got one (at the time) then weeks later miraculously finds them
still nothing changes

sent her a text message.. no reply

she is often next door with her mom and family
they all give me dirty looks whenever i look at them…not gonna fucking interrupt that joyful bunch

i tell her mom my problems… she tells me mold needs bleach (i know that is bs as over the counter bleach is too weak to really kill mold and only spreads it around more.. i worked in a lab with industrial strength bleach, i know shit..i also happen to be semi allergic to bleach) and open windows more

does the old hag tell her daughter to contact me? nope

have rodent issue, was not just mice
again old hag says she doesnt have um cause she treats for it.. lucky bitch

i talked to my assistance social lady (basically social worker) and a special person from the area comes to look at the house
doesnt understand my problems, says she has seen worse mold and wont wrap her head around the fact that my son lost 130 hours of school and had to drop out due to his health, got seriously depressed and traumatized by the whole situation (don’t you fucking judge and tell me the simplicity i just wrote isnt worth getting traumatized over as i am SIMPLIFYING it and will bitch slap you off my friends list so fast you will think santa and all his reindeer and his elves raped you with the slay) that he gained a ton of weight and lost all motivation

so report was made and “obviously” i am an idiot for even asking for it since the woman didnt see what i was complaining about… landlady gets a copy… since it says no problem… she does fuck all to see me…

i stop paying rent in june and july
does she come see me?
nope

why is it then my responsibility to contact her, if all means to reach her have failed in the past, when she clearly has proof that SOMETHING is wrong

why not contact me more regularly just to check up.. more so if she is often visiting her mother (but parking on the other side of the house where i can’t see her van and rarely know she is there)

bitch made me cry as i am trying to keep civil, butt my wy into the conversation and wrap her head around the fact that she needs to stop one train of thought (she being fine with me cause i pay early) and get her head in the idea that i needed help, she ignored me so i gave up and went around her and she STILL ignored me

i am fucking getting ice cream

 

 

another one blocked


Another one gets the block
Another one gets the block
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one gets the block
Hey, I’m gonna get you, too
Another one gets the block
 
i really should have blocked this guy on skype a year ago but i just couldnt be bothered
so the last few months i have been analyzing what he says, how it makes me feel and why
and tonight i finally told him the truth, that i was analyzing him like a bug under a lens… which seemed to hurt and offend him
 
but honestly, if i am telling the truth about who i am, why i am and that i have absolutely no interest but he continues and sends a very boring cock in shorts hard on, when i have only just said a few minutes before that i am not sexually excited and rarely get that way for years now… yeah douche nozzle
 
i like to flirt, i love finding people i am comfortable with because that helps stimulate my mind and then i find inspiration and THEN i write… i can write beautifully.. but i need a muse
 
and if the average guy is making me go.. meh, i think i would rather get an enema using rusty surgical equipment covered in poisonous jelly fish… well i just wont find my stimulation for my writing lol
 
if you know me, if you really read what i say and pay attention
 
my words are full of something… always something
 
if they sound flat and robot like… that is what i am feeling
if i am bouncing and *giggling like mad* .. that is what i am doing and feeling
if i am venting and swearing a lot.. welcome to pirate mode
 
i am extremely expressive if you pay attention
and i try really hard not to bitch or cause fights with people and often go out of my way to explain this
 
but many dont bother to learn this
they read what they want, think what they want… but it isnt ME
 
i guess i need to do more videos so people hear my voice, see who i am… but there will still be many like mr blocked who can’t see past the end of their nose
 
for me they serve a purpose … they help me avoid further people i just don’t want or need in my life at any price
i am brutally honest, i dont do flattery and i dont talk just to hear myself talk
not many are like this
and the older i get, the less tolerance i have for the behavior of others
which ties in with a number of previous blogs i have posted about the behavior of men and how they treat women
it is very frustrating
i want a better world… i try to raise my boys to be good men, they give me shit but thats natural in the mother/child equation.. how they behave with others of all gender, culture and all the rest, is what matters to me right now… i know it will get better when it is mother/adult child relationship
i always wanted a daughter but in many ways i am glad that didnt happen, this isnt a world i want for my lil girl…
i am fine with men lusting over the words i write … but they are often only words… empty of who i am…. pulled from the universe and shaped onto paper
i am fine with men lusting over my pictures … but they are just pictures… yes OF me but not who i am
i am fine selling my body for money… but i refuse to be used for free

random notes: how NOT to seduce me


srsly people
whatever your gender…
 
if you want to try and court me, seduce me..
here’s some advice… works for new friendships too
 
if i ask you a question… i want an answer
you dont HAVE to give one
 
it’s just that if you want me to ask sub question after sub question under the main question i asked you to begin with..
 
i’m going to be bored
i do NOT want to have a one sided conversation where i have to think for both sides
 
i don’t find it cute to tease information out of people… if you have experience in something, tell me what and we can compare notes 
 
if you have a funny story, tell me so i can laugh instead of having to guess the bits, get the gist of it and feed back what i think MIGHT be the story that YOU experienced
 
if you want to know me, expect to be open (to an extent) about yourself… if i want to be bored and have a one sided conversation… i can blog or talk to my reflection in the mirror
 
and for the love of all that is holy..
do not expect me to timidly hold back on saying what i expect
 
they say in older materiel that a man’s time is money and not to waste his time…
ya know during those more intensely sexist periods of recent history
 
well i don’t play those games.. my time, my energy, is JUST as important…
and one last bit of information..
if you have no personality and just want to fuck
why the hell are you anywhere near me?!
……yes, yes i have had an interesting day with the french boys again.. *eye roll*
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