#i'm not paying TEN DOLLARS A FUCKING MONTH

[unpretty]

jotterpad's cloud syncing is really making me cranky because my options are

onedrive, where it will try to sync all 625GB of my files instead of just my itty bitty writing folder for some reason

dropbox, which wants me to pay extra to use it on more than two devices

google drive, where is won't actually load any of the 'computer' folders i set to sync and also it's google

for a good long while i had a workaround where jotterpad synced with dropbox which was nested inside my onedrive on my always-on desktop (lol) but apparently dropbox had some kind of update that makes this not work right anymore and i'm CRANKY

#original #i'm not paying TEN DOLLARS A FUCKING MONTH #just to have access to LESS STORAGE on more devices #maybe i'll try onedrive again and see if they fixed it #i already know they haven't but a bitch can dream

[catcatb0y]

Why is it so fucking hard to just stay happy???

#get excited and remember no one cares #enjoy your own little happiness and then face annoyance #see something small and afforable that would make you happy? well ten days ago you changed your Google password #because Google refused to accept that your fucking laptop and phone- which have been logged in for fucking months without fail- #weren't 'potential risks' they had been fucking logged in since the dawn of goddamned time #and now I for somw shit ass fucking reason need to wait SIX GODDAMNED HOURS for Google to say 'hmmmm maybe you're not a threat' #so that I can pay sixteen dollars for a silly little game pack #and ignore the fact that I'm one minor pebble away from my own fucking avalanche #just #just let me have one good fucking thing #a sliver of goddamned joy

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom to either get me what I've asked for, or to just get me gift cards?

This probably makes me sound horrible and ungrateful, but this is an issue I've had for about the last ten years of my life. I love my mother dearly, and I am so insanely grateful that we are in a financial position where we can receive gifts at all. I'd genuinely be happy with just a card and a cozy day in, but my mom always insists it isn't Christmas without at least one or two things under the tree.

I always ask her routinely as we inch toward the later months of the year what she'd like, and I do my best to get her exactly what she wants. I'll get her one or two other things too, like some skincare or chocolates or shoes or something, but I always stick to what she actually asks for.

If she asks me for a specific dress, she'll get it. If she asks me for a certain type of perfume, she'll get it.

The same....Cannot be said for her.

I've begged her over the years to just stick to getting me what I ask for. I don't ask for anything expensive. I think the most expensive thing I've ever asked for were concert tickets, and I offered to pay half. I just more or less wanted help actually getting them, because as we all know, concert tickets sell so fast its like you blink and they're gone, and the more people you have trying to get them the more chances of success.

Usually I'll ask for something like a particular poster I saw online, or a bedding set, a new phone case, ect. Small, easy to get things because honestly, I don't need that much.

What I actually end up with is a bunch of random stuff I will never use and clothing I'd never wear and once or twice, tickets to do things I hate doing.

Its like she asks me what I want then goes out of her way to get me the exact opposite of what I've asked for. She always pouts at me and berates me for 'looking disappointed' or never using anything she gets me (I hold onto it for a few months then quietly give it away to a friend or thrift store).

It makes me feel guilty, but this is a conversation we have every. Single. Christmas.

(For example I'll ask for, say, a pair of white shoes. What I'll actually get is a box of wind up toys from the dollar store, expensive paint brushes when I've never touched paint in my life, and a box of chocolates from a brand I don't like.)

This year, once again, she asked me for my list, and I just gave her some stores and told her I'd like gift cards to those places. She gave me a weird look and dropped it, but asked again a few times, and each time I just reiterated what stores I wanted gift cards to.

Well lo behold, I come home from college and there's packages under the tree. Proper packages, not just envelopes or anything else that a gift card would realistically be in.

I guess I was staring at the tree with a weird/sour expression, because it wound up starting an argument between us. Her argument was she's getting me gifts, I should be grateful, and she tries really hard but I'm just 'impossible to please.'

My argument is I tell her repeatedly exactly what I want and not once have I ever gotten what's actually on my list. In which case, why the fuck should I bother writing a list? I'd rather have the gift cards so I can buy exactly what I wanted in the first place.

She said I ask for clothes, I get clothes. I said I ask for specific clothes and she gets me ones that I wouldn't even look at in the store, let alone buy.

The whole argument ended up with her calling me an ungrateful asshole and confiscating my gifts to return them all after the New Year. She told me I can just have the money from returning them and 'be fucking happy for once.'

Its Christmas Eve and she's still not speaking to me. I feel terrible, but I'm also relieved. Either this means from now on she won't get me anything, or from now on if she asks for my list she'll actually get me what's on it.

My dad is staying in the middle. He said I'm right, and over the years he's tried to convince her not to buy all that stuff, but he also said I should've just done what I always do, fake a smile, and get rid of it later.

Is he right or was this fight a blessing in disguise? Am I the asshole for ruining Christmas or am I justified in voicing what I have for the last ten years running?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[junggunz]

money honey | ft. goo kim🔞

summary: Goo has a need that only you know how to satisfy. cw: fembodied reader, dom!reader, sub!goo, SMUT, pwp, brief mention of paypig!goo, reader is briefly implied to be a dominatrix with other clients, brief mention of feet lol, goo wears kitty ears and a collar, oral, very light anal play (goo has a buttplug), orgasm denial, p in v, creampie, cum eating wc: 3.2k an: i dont write subby men very often BUT WHEN I DO...i be crying and (s)creaming the whole time. and once again, if this story sounds familiar, it is a redo of the yoongi fic i posted on aff agesss ago.

when i'm your lover and mistress, that's money, honey

Goo isn’t afraid to admit that his personality is on the eccentric side. It’s something that he doesn’t care to hide. He’s also pretty shameless about how out there some of his sexual interests may seem to the average person. 

However, there is one thing he can’t bring himself to ever think of speaking out with another soul—how much money he spends to get a certain itch satisfied. Hell, even the person he pays to manage his finances can’t account for thousands of dollars that randomly goes missing every so often with Goo simply saying it was a personal expense.

At the end of a particularly rough week of working like a dog, the typical means of unwinding and relaxing didn’t sound appealing to Goo. The perfect balance of exhilaration followed by a satisfying climax is something that only one person he knows can bring him. Phone in hand as he sits in his car, he searches for your name in his phone before wiring a month’s rent to your bank account, he texts you.

“Can I come over?”

Luckily for Goo, the vie for your attention is seen immediately by you as you had already been looking at your phone. Sitting back on the high end leather sofa in your living room, you stop your mindless scrolling on social media to read Goo’s text. Humming softly in amusement you look down at one of your other pets that you had been lazily stroking with your neatly pedicured toes. 

“I guess your time for today is up.” You coo in faux disappointment, the sole of your foot lightly caressing the slippery underside of his twitching length. 

“What? Why?!” He complains, his muscular frame squirming against the plush carpeted rug beneath him as your foot rubs against a particularly sensitive vein on his cock. 

Sighing softly, you pull away from him and plant your feet firmly on the ground as you lean closer to him; your elbows resting on your knees while you look down at him.

“Someone more important, with more money is gonna be here soon.” You tell him with a wicked grin. “Now get dressed and get the hell out of my face.”

Once he leaves, you pick up your phone again and finally reply to Goo.

“Send another million won and be here in fifteen minutes before I change my mind.”

And of course, in no less than ten minutes, the blonde male is at your doorstep. 

“Showing up empty handed and not properly addressing me through text? You must really wanna see me pissed.” You say with a short laugh, letting Goo into your apartment.   

“Sorry, master…I just really wanted to be with you.” He confesses sheepishly, the faintest dusting of pink warming up his cheeks as he speaks.

You click your teeth in annoyance before motioning for Goo to follow you to your bedroom. He tentatively trails after you down the hall, awaiting your instruction. You inspect him up and down, a small hum of contempt coming from you.

“Strip.” You command. “No need to do it slow, just looking at you right now is making me mad.” 

While Goo begins to hastily undress, you hear the sounds of his clothes rustling and hitting the floor as you go over to one of your drawers to retrieve a few items. Rummaging through all your goodies, you find what you need and turn back to face Goo; only to scowl in repulsion.

“Why are your fucking clothes all over my floor? Fold it nicely.” You tell him, scoffing in disbelief at the audacity of him to make a mess in your room like that.

“Sorry, master.” He murmurs.

Sitting at the edge of your bed after setting your items off to the side, you watch him with a bored expression as he folds his clothes and sets it on the tufted bench you had situated near your bed.

“Good boy. Now come here.” You beckon him over with a sweet smile and he kneels before you which warrants a fond pat on the head from you. You gently place the kitty ear headband as well as the collar you retrieved from your armoire on Goo; smiling in satisfaction at the sight of him. 

“You look so cute,” you muse as your hand begins caressing his smooth skin lovingly; thumb grazing his pouty lips ever so lightly. “You just need one more thing.” Grabbing the final item, you proceed to lube up a vibrating butt plug with a tail to match the ears on his head and tell Goo to put it in. Which of course, he obliged to. The buttplug wasn’t his favorite toy to use with you as it was more of a punishment for him. But who was he to say no? He was late and it upset you, so he deserved it tonight.

 “Are you hungry?” you ask him.

Goo nods excitedly.

“Yes, master.” 

Leaning back on your bed and spreading your legs expectantly, you motion him toward you.

“Come eat.” 

Elated to be given the green light, Goo crawls closer to you. Starting at your neatly pedicured toes, he admires them before proceeding to give you a foot rub as an apology for having you stand and wait for him. He then presses a light kiss on your ankle, his mouth trailing all the way up the entirety of your leg; savoring the feel of your skin against his lips and drinking in the scent of your toasty vanilla scented lotion. When he reaches your inner thigh, he could taste the faint remains of your arousal from earlier and began to greedily lap at the flesh; making sure to get every last bit on both of your thighs. Finally getting to the treasure between your legs, Goo buries his face into your pantyclad cunt and inhales deeply; his cock twitches at the familiar scent and he hums gleefully. As Goo continues to smell you through your panties, you roll your eyes while your fingers weave themselves into his hair before you tug him away from your snatch.

“I said eat. Quit messing around.” You chide before releasing him.

“Yes, master.” Goo replies softly. He reaches for the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips slightly to assist him as he pulls off the dainty fabric then sets it off to the side neatly. 

Hooking his arms around your thighs, Goo pulls you closer before diving right in. His tongue lapped at your lower lips voraciously. He licked hot stripes over your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his face and chin as he eagerly tasted you; no spot was left untouched. When Goo came in contact with your clit, he had initially just grazed it over briefly with the tip of his tongue. That eventually transitioned into gentle flickering motions. The sensation had you bucking against his face. But when he started to suck on your clit, your hands were back in his hair holding Goo in place and encouraging him to keep up the action. You kept your moans soft but the amount of juices that leaked from you were a dead giveaway to how aroused you were. Pleased to see you enjoying yourself so much, Goo had then eased a finger into your pussy while simultaneously suckling on the small bundle of nerves. The combination had nearly made you cry out but you opted to bite your lip in order to keep the sounds that threatened to leave you at bay. Slipping in a second finger, you gasp at the intrusion and start to buck against the digits.

“Faster.” You managed to get out lowly.

Since his mouth was full, Goo had only hummed in response to your demand and it had sent even more pleasure throughout your body. Picking up the pace, Goo’s fingers continue to work their magic on you in tandem with his tongue. The skill that this man possessed was no joke and he had you feeling like you could orgasm at any second. 

And that was exactly what he wanted. Nothing brought Goo more pleasure than making you cum over and over and over; essentially until you were begging him to stop. However tonight, in order to maintain your dominance you would have to restrain yourself. Holding out for as long as you could, you lay there admiring Goo and how gorgeous he looked between your legs; Greedily lapping up the seemingly endless amount of juices that leaked from your core and massaging the deepest part of your walls with his fingers. 

“Master, I'm so thirsty.” He says as he looks up at you longingly; his thumb occupying your clit the moment his lips left the small pearl. 

The desperation in his voice makes your walls pulse around his fingers; it's so erotic it makes you wanna give in to him. But you stood your ground.

“Work for it then.” You tell him in an unamused tone. Detaching yourself from him and groaning at the loss connection, you then instruct him to lay on the bed. With the change in position, you get your first glance at how hard Goo had gotten. His cock was throbbing for attention and basically weeping precum from the tip. Once he was situated on the bed, you went over to him and made yourself comfortable on his face; his tongue was already out and eagerly waiting for your pussy. While you sat on his face, you faced toward Goo’s cock; observing the way it twitched and jumped as he ate you out. It begged for your touch and you contemplated whether or not you should indulge him. Your train of thought falters when Goo slips his tongue inside of you and starts tasting your inner walls. A small moan escapes you at the action and your hips automatically start grinding against him. Before you could get too carried away, you lean over his body and let yourself have a small taste of the precum that leaked from his tip; giving Goo a small feel of your tongue which was enough to make him groan at the contact.

After that, you go back to simply enjoying the feeling of Goo's tongue on your lady parts. Riding his tongue without abandon and smearing your arousal all over his face. It wasn't until he reached around and started massaging your clit, you were taken by surprise and your body betrayed you. You had finally come undone and Goo was more than happy to slurp up the aftermath of your release. 

“Thank you, master.” He mumbled against your skin, the cheekiness evident in his tone as he had finally gotten what he wanted. Getting off of his face and opting to straddle his waist instead; you lean in close and stare him down.

“You're welcome, kitty.” You say with a saccharine smile before you proceed to lick his face and remove any remains of your climax. 

Afterwards, you pin his arms above his head and swiftly bind his wrists with the silk scarves that decorate your headboard. Now, knowing that he couldn't get handsy with you; you capture his lips in a ferocious kiss, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the flavor. Your tongue forces its way into your mouth and plays with his. Twisting and dancing together lewdly as you savor each other. While you had him distracted, you eased yourself on to his cock and moaned at the stretch. The sensation of being enveloped in your walls had shocked Goo so much, he had broken the kiss. Finally feeling your slick heat surround him paired with the vibrations from the cock ring was like some twisted version of heaven to him. Sitting up straight, you start to ride his dick hard and fast; your hands moving to play with his hard nipples. Knowing that was an extremely sensitive spot for him, you had him moaning like a bitch. Feeling his cock twitching against your walls, you halt your movements abruptly; causing him to start bucking into you. Unamused, you shift your weight to pin his thighs down against the mattress.

“Were you gonna try to cum without asking for permission first?” You ask him in disbelief. Instead of giving you a verbal response he only looks away in embarrassment; his cheeks forming a rosy tint on them. Irritated by his lack of answer, you clench your walls against him. “Were you?” 

“Yes, master.” He responds meekly. 

Clicking your tongue in disappointment, you unmount yourself from his length and sit on his lower stomach; an obscene amount of fluid leaking from between your legs and covering his skin. Goo groans at the loss of contact paired with the tantalizing visual. 

“Please, master. I'll be good.” He begs. 

“I don't wanna hear it.” You snap, getting off of him and grabbing your previously discarded panties and shoving them in his mouth. Grabbing another silk scarf you had used it to cover his eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“You can lay here and think about what you did.” You tell him, sauntering off and making it sound like you left the room. 

“But master!” he calls out to you.

While he had laid there blind and bound, you had quietly studied him from your vanity chair across the room and occasionally checked the clock to see how much time had passed. He was such a beautiful human; even in this pitiful state where he was writhing against the sheets and aching to feel your skin against his. 

Ten minutes had gone by until Goo had spoken again.

“I'm really sorry, master.” He says out loud. 

Quietly making your way toward the bed, you lean over and get in close to his cock.

“Really?” You ask, making him feel your breath against his skin. Goo shivers at the sensation and starts writhing once more.

“Yes, please, master.” He begs again, squirming against the sheets.

Hearing the small sigh of defeat you let out, he knows you’ve given to him but when he doesn’t feel the warmth of your walls around him once more, he begins to fuss.

“Master—” he starts to whine.

“Be quiet before I send you home without cumming just like whatshisface.” You cut him off. 

Deliberately moving slowly, you had resumed your position on his lap. Taking his cock in your hand, you guide it to your pussy and grind against him without letting him inside. Sighing in pleasure each time the tip bumps against your clit, you make sure to thoroughly coat his length in your wetness before finally letting him back inside. 

Both of you moan out at the connection. For a few moments you remain still, enjoying the feeling of him being inside before you start slowly rolling your hips. 

“Hm, I kind of wanna be held,” you start off demurely. “Should I untie you?” You ask teasingly.

“Yes, please, master.” Goo groans out. Movements unfaltering as you keep  riding him, you lean over and first remove the blindfold from Goo and smile down at him fondly once his sight is restored. After that, you undo the fabric that bound his wrist. Instantly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. He bucks up into you every time you come down on his cock, feeling him reach impossibly deep. The action makes you cry out and it encourages him to keep it up. 

Eventually, you start to bounce on his dick faster and the rhythm the two of you had created became erratic. Burying his face in your chest, Goo had muffled his sounds against your skin; unable to take the combination of your tight pussy and the buzzing of the vibrator in his ass he was trying oh so hard to ignore. So caught up in the moment, you hadn't noticed initially but once you had caught on, your hands went to grip his hair and pull him away; looking him in the eyes intensely and quietly warning him not to do hold in any of the pathetic sounds he makes. Goo swallows hard, a small nod of understanding following before you give him a pleased smile. 

When he parts his lips in a soft moan, you seize the opportunity to spit in his mouth and feel his cock pulse inside of you as a tell tale sign of how much he liked the action. You affectionately shower his face in kisses before moving to his neck and starting to lick up the beads of sweat that formed on his milky skin. 

“Do you want me to cum?” You mumble against his neck before nipping at the flesh.

“Oh god, yes.” He moans out. “Please cum for me, master.”

Your lips then find his as you engage in a sloppy kiss, riding him harder and having no regard for anything except your own climax. Your walls continuously squeeze around Goo, tempting him to release but he knew there would be consequences if he finished before you did. Sneaking his hand between the two of you, he rubs your clit in furiously circles in order to coax another orgasm out of you. And of course, it works. You toss your head back, breaking the kiss and letting out a loud moan. Your mind goes blank as you feel bliss rush over you. However, your hips don't stop moving nor do they slow down as you try to prolong your climax

“May I cum, master?” Goo whispers in your ear breathlessly, his hold on you tightening as he anticipates your response.

Rather than giving him a verbal answer, you clench your walls around him tightly; provoking his release. After holding for so long, Goo's own climax builds rapidly now that he has finally received the green light from you. He bucks into you wildly, making you whimper at the feeling of your sensitive walls being worked. With a few more thrusts, your pussy milks him for all he has and his cum fills you up completely. Riding out his own orgasm, he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, master.” He says, watching with a content expression as you pull yourself off him; the privilege of being able to spill so much of his seed into you giving him this odd sense of joy. 

Before you can open your mouth to tell him to get you a towel to clean up the mess he made, Goo pushes you back on the pillows and lays between your legs then lap up the cum leaking out of your hole and threatening to stain the sheets. 

“Oh my god—” You pant, eyes closed and head falling back at the sensation of his tongue gliding along your swollen and sensitive folds once again; nastily slurping up the cocktail of your fluids. “You’re so greedy.” You try to chide him for acting out of line, but the silver tongue that was able to convince you into letting him be the only client you fuck is inside of you and cleaning you up so well without you even asking. 

With his seemingly never ending wallet and the knack for making the games you play a little more interesting, there was a very good reason Kim Joongoo would be your favorite pet. 

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #goo kim smut #goo kim scenarios #goo x reader #junggunz.txt

[castielsprostate]

I'm nosy af. I want to see Misha's bank statements and tax returns. I genuinely wonder (like, all the time) what decent rich people (not asshole rich people.. i know what they spend their money on) actually spend their money on. I've never had money. I spend everything i get on food and rent. I go into debt buying shampoo and deodorant. my laptop is 12 years old (and i had to get a loan to buy that and pay it off over five years.) My phone is newer (2016) but was a secondhand gift. I don't own a car. I don't have any pets. I've never in my life been on vacation. I have no insurance, I'll never be able to afford a house and I will almost certainly die tens of thousands of dollars in debt. (I looked into funeral expenses recently and thought FUCK i can't even afford to die!) I wonder what it feels like to.. not live like this? Misha was poor as a kid. I wonder if you get used to wealth if you've been dirt poor? Like i wonder if Dolly Parton is used to being rich now, decades after growing up in a shack with no electricity or running water. I can't even imagine ever getting used to not worrying about having enough food. If I was ever that rich (don't have to worry about food or rent money) I think i'd feel like the wealthiest person in the world. I legit can't even imagine it though. It would take me 20 years to earn $250,000, but Misha can do it in a weekend. Crazy world. (This is not a criticism of him. I love him. I bet he spends a lot of that money doing good things. I'd love to see his receipts, tho.)

oh anon i feel you!!!!! i grew up with literally eating 50p macaroni every day for WEEKS. in the winter we didn't have connected heating because we just couldn't pay for it so we had a diesel generator (this was in 2006). it got better, we got heating (sort of lmao) and we could afford wayyy more when my mum got a job. the little bits of money i got, i never got used to it, it always felt like this is the last im getting i need to save this and not spend that but it didn't go away but the feeling stayed. the feeling of "you're gonna lose this next month" doesn't go away. and we're talking an amount of 1k a month here lmao sjsjsjs i could NEVER imagine having to not worry about rent or food or getting clothes i need or new shampoo. right now i'm worrying about the 15€ i need for some things i genuinely need, but literally dont have the money for. the world would seem so much brighter if I wouldn't even have to look at my bank account and just put the card down yknow?

i dont think anyone that grew up poor, even misha or dolly tbh, every get used to having money :/ and as you said, he makes that in a weekend now (though he also donates a lot of money and uses it for good, a lot is going into investments, his kids' funds etc) but i still think he has that underlying worry gnawing at him that this is it and he's gonna have to do xyz and sell yzx and take up zyx job. it's a never ending pool of anxiety and stress that never ebs and it probably hits him right before going to bed

but then again, i'm just tumblr user castielsprostate what do i know

#sorry anon this probably makes no sense jsjsjsjsjsj but i think i got what you're saying yknoq #i love misha (and dolly) and im honestly happy that they got out of it yknow? i hope to be there one day too #it takes a lot. mentally especially. because there's also the added guilt? whenever i get money. even from jobs my mind #always goes “someone else can use this” or “someone else is in need of it more” #the guilt of it all. i wonder how they deal with it to be honest #anon's notes #notes #mishameta

[darthvaderofmiddle-earth]

I fucking hate the USA. So much.

My mother sent in paperwork weeks ago to the insurance company, stating that they had agreed to keep her covered while she was recovering and laid up from work.

Yesterday, our insurance company suddenly said they never received the paperwork that was faxed directly to them despite the fact that I had witnessed it being done so, and that the insurance was cancelled indefinitely.

Today, my tooth broke horribly and is super sharp and painful, it's scraping my cheek inside until I can't even talk without feeling pain, and I have a bad taste in my mouth from it. I am mid lupus flare, and my migraines are returning as a result. And the most agonizing thing of all is I have suddenly developed a fissure in my lower body and I am in such horrible agony that I cannot use the bathroom without screaming and crying.

And I can get help with none of this. All because the fucking insurance company probably threw aside the faxed documents and ignored them completely, and they're just sitting there in a pile or on a computer and will never be seen.

I am suffering. I am in severe pain in multiple places and it is actually making my life unliveable. I cannot do basic functions (use the bathroom, walk, eat). And there's not a damn thing I can do for this until the insurance company agrees to sign us back on, and there is legit no telling how long it'll be. Last time this happened, it was a full month we had to go without insurance. And apparently that's a short time.

Doctors will not and cannot see me because I am not covered by insurance, and therefore I am not permitted by their practices to be treated since having no insurance is a liability issue. If I managed to find a private practice primary care doctor, and oral surgeon, and rheumatologist, which is basically impossible on all accounts, my family would be shelling out literally hundreds of dollars for just one visit to each one where I'd have to go for even more expensive testing that would be tens of thousands of dollars, and none of it would even including the far more expensive meds that would be thousands of dollars each and I'd need at least 6 prescriptions covered. And my mom currently has to pay off the insane hospital bills and surgery bills and helicopter medivac ride bills, the last of which isn't even covered by insurance despite the fact that it was necessary for her life to be saved. So there is no money for uninsured doctor visits.

American healthcare is a Godsforsaken scam that fucking kills people. I'm not even making that up. Doctors here admit insurance companies exist to scam you out of your money. And it's illegal to not have health insurance. And having no health insurance means no care which means death. If you do have health insurance then it means you're denied care and coverage and limited on where you can go for any appointments and what steps you must take to get an appointment, the steps of which each require increasing copays just to be told you have to find another type of doctor, and pay them a copay for them to say the same thing, and it keeps going until the issue is so bad you wind up in the hospital. If you don't know what you're doing when finding doctors and filling out paperwork and signing documents for things regarding health and treatment, you're scammed out of literally hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Insurance companies are bullshit. They will profit off you, then refuse to benefit you in any way, and then take away all medical resources for stupid reasons without notice, literally leaving you to suffer and die without care.

Fuck the USA.

[vargamornight]

you wanna know something absolutely wild? i know a millionaire. we were friends. he did some freelance software engineering while we worked together and wrote a program that sold for tens of millions of dollars. he was poor before that, same as me, and you know what he does with his money? he buys watches. he spends hundreds of thousands of dollars every MONTH on watches. he saw my posts asking for money, he saw me publicly begging for any financial help at all, saw my posts about having to sell my car because i couldn't afford it or the insurance and still pay my rent. he never gave me a single penny. didn’t even reach out. he liked my posts, and proceeded to just... not help. we used to commiserate over a cigarette after lunch about how shit our quality of life was, and i should have known better than to expect anything from a dude who, even as an actual genius, idolized elon musk for his "space program," but fucking hell, man. i try really hard not to think about him, because he is a shining example of the extreme shittiness humans are capable of, not by direct violence or action on their own behalf but by just fucking letting it happen. i'm gonna go eat ice cream and take a nap. fuck.

[efangamez]

Welp. Guess who just found out owes $12,000 in student loans with no warning from a single person, and now have to pay $160 per month for nearly ten fucking years because of it?

Me.

Can someone send me $12,000 dollars in the links on my profile LMAO? Cause otherwise, I'm gonna be living a miserable fucking 10 months before I inevitably move back with my parents.

Fuck the government, and fuck student loans.

#queer mutual aid #mutual aid request #mutual aid

[amandaoftherosemire]

Today's minor irritation that ultimately doesn't matter but still makes me want to set fire to some corporate headquarters: Ads on paid services. Dear every streaming service, get your fucking ads out of my face. Advertising is the price I pay for free entertainment, not for something pulling between ten to twenty dollars from my bank account every fucking month. If I have clicked on something on your shitty app (every single one is shitty, I don't need to specify), it means I want to watch that thing. Do not show me an ad for something else. I'm already angry from trying to deal with auto-play trailers, or incomprehensible interfaces, or unhelpful search results. I do not need any further reason to hate every single last one of you motherfuckers. I do not want whatever you're offering. You suck and I hate you and I'm only dealing with you because you're in the way of something I love in spite of you. Get out of the god. damn. way.

#manda rants #streaming services suck #advertising hate #this shit is cancerous #the future is here #and capitalism ruined it #i hate it here

[homenecromancer]

after almost five months, my insurance finally processed the claim for my hysterectomy lmao

rather than ask me to pay the whole "holy shit, this is tens of thousands of dollars" sum, they are asking me to pay "fuck, this is... less than that but still more than my first car cost" (about 10 percent of the initial total)

…whenever they send the actual bill, and not just an update on their website, they'll be getting, in return, a "hey i'm poor as hell fwiw :)". like with paystubs attached if that's what they require, because i shrimply cannot pay the amount of money they want from me

on the bright side i have understandably hit my "out of pocket maximum", aka: now that i am done doing expensive medical things this year, they allege they will pay for "in-network covered services", which translates to whatever they feel like paying for. lmao american health insurance

#personal

[incarnateirony]

Will has said multiple times that he didn’t pay $5000 for that script like Kelios did. ScriptHunt got the same deal you and your server did for the digital copy. That’s partly why Kelios got so mad and was able to get her money back.

Incorrect. Kelios openly raged that 2po tricked her into it. wigglebox was not working with 2po at that time. Wigglebox was the one with the 400 dollar deal. I know the group.

If Wigglebox was secretly also working with 2po then, she was lying to multiple groups, AND 2po was actively lying to her *and* Kelios, so that makes a nice clusterfuck.

I don't care what they claim now to cover their own ass. "Scripthunt" claims that because Wigglebox did the 400 dollar stunt. She tried to back us fucking down from it. 2po onboarded to the stunt after we already alerted having distribution on standby, because Wigglebox tried to back us off of it for a second physical copy.

So, fucking no, they're all liars. Kelios lost her SHIT about 2po lying to her and telling them to get it, because SHE thought *I* was working with 2po to trick them into it because The Hellers Got It Already. But no, he was going to try to use Kelios for the physical script, and used their fundraising. And Wigglebox was trying to chase down a second copy that didn't exist for 400. And she had her posse come at my fucking server and try to back us off the digital deal.

Literally. WE, not scripthunt, released the digitals, OUR SERVER bartered the deal. ANDROMEDA (rebranded to Scripthunt) fought us because they thought they found a second copy for 400 and said not to chase the digital. We wouldn't back down. 2pO got Kelios and the wincels autobidding. Once we secured the 25 digital deal, we giggled and price spiked them. Kelios thought 2pO did it to them on purpose and that it was a great heller plan and we had the 25 deal the whole time.

So. no.

Any people that got banned after the fact and ran salty there saying "we got it too" forgot the * of "before we got banned from Min's server."

Like, fun fact, scripthunt server was Wigglebox's then, and called Andromeda, which is where they got kicked to after being banned for triangulating jensens colorado on trees after pretending to be investors buying properties didn't work; over what was supposed to be a misha filming hunt, and 2po they at least PRETENDED was a separate unit, because he was busy fucking over Kelios. Then the final wave that became scripthunt is, when the arrogant kids in my server building a dev pitch got big heads and started harassing general users, I told them to stop, and they said it was their right, and tried to hijack server permissions to delete shit in revenge, and got banned, and ran over there, and are salty as fuck about how everything is unfolding.

Great squad over there, 10/10

even their fundraising model is a ripoff of polol's old ones. I'm kinda boggled they haven't hit 2K yet with that many good scripts up for raffle and that few entrants. The Whitewalker campaign got like 4K in a few days without offering anything but social justice. We just stopped doing those after 2po and his cronies in scripthunt battered us down under attack dogs. I guess they wanted the spotlight. Because they see it as spotlights, and not actual acts of social good, which is why I had to yell for MONTHS about the tens of thousands 2po had grifted out of fandom before they did a charity.

So idk, maybe people are noticing. unfortunate that the one time that group chooses to give back to society after being held to the fire about their tens in thousands of monetary gain from fandom in scripts... that it might be trevor project that feels it. So like. I'd still say support that. Let them do one good thing as they burn out.

but that's why 2po's had a childlike attack fixation on my server for several years. The server bullies got thrown out, the jensen stalkers got thrown out, and among them were several pitch devs even. But that last detail aside, he's literally just shrieking on behalf of the fandom stalker psychos wanting a gold of their own and telling people to not go to the other treehouse they aren't allowed in.

[bluejaywalker10]

You know, something that really pisses me off is the concept of marginal profits or savings. Like gas for example. If I've got gas that might be ten cents cheaper a gallon than at another place, I've saved a whopping $1 every ten gallons. If I fill up once a week for a year, that adds up to $52 extra dollars I've been paying. But not buying the cheaper gas isn't going to make an extra $52 materialize in my bank account. $52 over a year isn't going to buy me insulin, or get me the extra $400 a month I need for rent. Even if I was really "foolish" with my money it doesn't make that much of a material difference. If I spark joy in myself buying deodorant and face wash that's more expensive, oh no! I bought some that was $16 for both, and if I got cheaper stuff I'd probably have them for $8. I go through them pretty slowly for whatever reason, so if I pay an extra $8 every six months I've "wasted" $16 over the year. Add it to the $52, I've wasted $68. $68 is the cost of a good grocery run, so I guess the reason why I wasn't eating for the rest of the year was because I didn't find cheaper gas and toiletries. That isn't gonna make me rent. Doing that for brand name groceries vs off-brand groceries, spending $20 a month for fun subscriptions, I did some quick math for me and that would be about $1,078 if I fucking quadrupled my numbers. $1,078. The cheapest rent in my area is MINIMUM $1,200 a month. But I guess I can't move out because my ARFID only lets me eat brand name Pop Tarts instead of the Kroger ones.

And don't get me STARTED on marginal profits with companies. I'm a repair technician for DeWALT Factory Service and there were seventeen late clock-ins at work last week. The production manager brought us into a meeting and said that if everyone's five minutes late every day for a year, that adds up to hours and days of lost work. I'm sorry, what? Because again, that's not time you're actually getting work done. I dunno about you but again those five minutes from each person don't actually materially add up to eight hours or whatever that someone was dicking around or late. They don't actually mean anything. All they mean is I get anxious and feel such incredible guilt when it's hard for me to get up in the morning, and my boss sees the same number of tools repaired on my production reports.

It's all bullshit and I'm so tired. The best budget in the world won't save someone from rising costs of living and the strictest tardy repercussions aren't going to make the damn numbers go up.

#God I'm so tired #I don't want to work #I was born to eat good fuck nasty and smoke weed #I hate capitalism #fuck capitalism #eat the rich #anti capitalism

[rowanoke]

I'm home now. Went to the bar after work. I actually had to run home first to drop off some stuff I bought at work.

As soon as I got to the bar, I took my seat, ordered a drink, and my fucking nose started bleeding

This is my 7th nosebleed in exactly 1 month. My first one of the dry season was Nov 17th at like 2pm, and my 7th one happened Dec 17th at like quarter after midnight.

It lasted about 40 minutes. About half as long as the average among those 7. One of the shortest. It was just a trickle of blood, really. Puke you'd see when a character has overused their psychic powers.

For 5/7 of these nose bleeds, my nose has gushed and sprayed blood like a horny anime protag. And other than those 2 that were just a trickle of blood, they all lasted over an hour.

To be honest, I'm a little afraid of what could be causing my nose to bleed so much.

I know it's not the most reliable source, but Google says I should be worried if my nose bleed lasts more than 20 minutes or happens 6 times in a month. None of my nose bleeds have lasted less than half an hour, and I'm at 7 now.

Idk if something is wrong with my nose, and is making it bleed constantly, or maybe I have something like hemophilia or leukemia.

I don't have insurance, or a primary care physician to talk to about this. Several emergency and urgent csre visits that were over $2k usd, some of which were billed at over $6k usd. I have literally tens of thousands of dollars in medical debt.

I know something is wrong. I can feel it. I'm frequently lightheaded, and I've almost passed out several times. I've been lethargic, and haven't had much of an appetite. I'll start shaking at random throughout the day, which I've noticed has happened when I have a panic attack since I was like 13, but without the other signs and symptoms of a panic attack, just the shaking.

Anyway. My physical and mental health have been rapidly declining over the past month, and now I'm in my first depressive episode since like, March or April of this year.

If you saw my post at my lunch, you might have seen that I had already cried 3 times in the first half of my shift. In the second half, after my lunch, I only cried twic.

The last few days for me have felt like the embodiment of Murphy's law. What could go wrong, has gone wrong.

My boyfriend and I are fighting right now, and they won't be staying with me from Christmas to new year's anymore. Also I won't be seeing them on Christmas anymore. Tbh I don't know if we're going to stay together through new year's. Part of me feels like we'll break up before then.

My fucking apartment complex towed my car a few weeks ago and I didn't find out until like the 15th, meaning the lot that impounded my car - which charges by the day - had already billed me at $290 and I won't be able to get a ride out there until Tuesday (which is gonna cost me like $350 at that point, and I have to pay them to tow my car back because it's not even fucking running right now so I can't drive it home)

TW: Suicide mention, self harm mention

Tonight I've thought about suicide for the first time in... probably 8 or 9 months. Like, actually thought about it, not just "I'm gonna kill myself lol" which happens any time something mildly inconvenient happens.

I thought about self harm tonight. For the first time in a l o n g fucking time. The last time I self harmed with a blade, which is what I was thinking about tonight, I was 17. It's been over 6 years since I've done that, but the cold kiss of the blade was calling my name tonight.

I've always hated the holiday season.

I'm from a split family made of split families. Growing up, I went to probably 5 or 6 Christmases per year on average. Each one with different members of my absurdly large family, unrelated to the other groups but all connected through me.

I never felt like I belonged at any of them.

Maybe it's because I'm autistic.

Maybe it's because I'm just bad with names and faces

Maybe it's because I grew up among so many households, I have hundreds of family members, but I only met most of them a handful of times, some of them only once or twice in my life.

This year for Christmas my best friend and I are gonna get drunk and watch anime.

I love her. We used to date. Then we fucked behind our S/O's backs, and then we learned how to be friends. We really just had to fuck once to break the sexual tension.

But anyway, her family is going to Florida or something without her. And I'm not going to visit my boyfriend anymore.

I actually made plane with my best friend first, then cancelled on them to go visit my boyfriend. They even said they would give me a ride to the train station so I could catch a train across the state Christmas morning.

But since my boyfriend and I are fighting now, we're not doing that. I won't be seeing them for the rest of the year.

So I but them my best friend up and she's cool with just picking up our original plans where we left off. She's the best.

She's been telling me, literally for months, that my boyfriend isn't the right one for me. That I should find someone who wants the same things as me, instead of someone who I have to compromise with. Win-win instead of lose-lose.

I don't know what I want right now. Literally 3 or 4 days ago I was so happy. My boyfriend got us promise rings and did like a proposal at the park while we were taking Christmas photos and it was the single most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.

And now I'm having second thoughts about the whole relationship.

Any time I try to have a conversation about my feelings or boundaries in our relationship, I feel like there's a 50/50 chance they'll either give me a hug and tell me they'll happily do that for me, or they'll get really upset and we won't talk for 2 or 3 days and it will be really tense for like a week. I really don't feel safe or comfortable bringing up those conversations because I never know whether they'll give me a hug or the silent treatment.

We started out as polyamorous, then we were in an open relationship (free to have other sexual partners, but not romantic partners), and we're currently completely monogamous until we sort some things out

Except that my boyfriend still has another sexual partner that they're seeing and have refused to stop. They said it was a personal boundary of theirs and not to even ask them to stop, so I haven't. But I'm really not comfortable with it. And they were with him today, and that's what lead me to being a whole mess today

That alone is making me question things. Add on top of that that I don't feel safe bringing up boundaries with them... I don't know if we'll make it until the end of the year at this point...

On an unrelated note, I'm 2 days into 5 nights of closing in a row. I normally only work 2 or 3 days in a row, and normally only close on Fridays and Saturdays, so it's already weird enough closing instead of going in at noon Mon-Wed, but also 5 nights in a row?

I was this 🤏 close to calling off work tn and it was only the second shift of five.

I hate my fucking job and I resent the fact that I have to work in order to justify my fucking existence under capitalism.

I just want to spend all day browsing the web and learning way too much about niche topics and playing and making video games

But even though I have a fucking degree in game design and 10 fucking years of experience with C++ I have to work at fucking cvs because I can't get a job as a designer.

I don't think I posted about it, but I've been putting in applications to like, all of the game studios in Michigan. Of the applications I sent in, only one made it to the point of the design test, and I didn't make it past that.

I've been looking for a job as a game designer for 8 months now and haven't even been able to get an interview.

My relationship is falling apart. My dead-end job isn't going anywhere and I can't get a job in my field. I hate the holiday season. My whole life feels like it's crumbling before my eyes.

Fuck.

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#rowan is rambling #tw suicide #tw self harm #suicide #self harm #my life is falling apsrt #probably shouldn't post this on my main #whatever it's 3:22 am #ajd I'm druck #fuck you

[maddiem4]

I'm eating potato salad with ghost pepper salt, and breaking into a cute little bottle of sake. The illustrations on the jar are adorable. A geisha in a light mauve kimono enjoying a cup of sake, with her pet cat joining her in various poses. It's very stylized, it's very sweet.

This is a safety measure.

It's delicious, by the way.

You know I always thought, it takes time. The more I look like a woman, and sound like a woman, and more of the time, the easier it would be for everybody. Last night at the Saloon I passed perfectly. Nobody knew that I didn't tell. I've made it. Raise a glass.

But time isn't it. Grandma's had time, quite a decent amount, actually. I swallow it down and pretend it's fine, with the he, the him, the name. If it were actually about looking so girl that nobody called me boy, then I wouldn't be hearing this shit months and months later. Because I've made it and it didn't actually make a difference. It's not about appearance.

And even if it's mostly her, it isn't just her. It's just mostly her.

The one thing I have going for me is my looks, and 48 hours later, I'm already fighting a losing battle against time, my coach turning into a pumpkin, the bristles growing back in. It's just a fight against my body all the time, and it's exhausting. I'm so tired, I briefly consider asking for someone to walk the dog for me. Just in case.

There's always the option.

But I don't want anybody in my real life to know how I'm feeling. Fuck that. I'm fine. I don't need anybody's help. I can go out with the dog just fine, get back perfectly safe, be a responsible mom who lives up to her responsibilities to care for others. Of course I can, it's implicit even. I just need to get out, get back, and get something to drink. Nothing to it. And I do it, easy. I get done and I get back inside.

But there's always the option. And I'm attuned to it tonight.

Because you know what the problem with this road is? It's all these fast cars. They go by at ten-over-limit at all hours of the night, and if you just didn't pay attention and walked right into traffic, it'd be over before you know, you know? You gotta be safe about that kind of thing. You have to always look both ways, and always pay attention, and always wait for the cars to pass.

Or...

Well that's not really worth thinking about, is it? Yeah I'm stuck between a binary of two places where people know my history too well - my childhood identity or my failed marriage - with absolutely no agency which one I live in, adrift in the current. Yeah, I can hang in there for the next however many months without certainty or stability or safety in my life, with no fresh start in sight. Yeah, I can do my time in the waking nightmare, and by force of will project onto reality the fineness of it all. Manifest serenity. Be palatable wherever I'm trapped. And never ever walk into high speed traffic.

Or.

Or.

....

...or.

I mean there's always the option. In fact it's kind of hard to forget or ignore, under the circumstances, that there is always, always the option.

So I sip, and the numbness - the safety - wraps its arms around me. Another day, another dollar, amirite, y'all? It's not forever. I just need to outlast a circumstance again. I've done that. I tune out the thought that came to me at the corner with Connor in my arms - maybe he was right at the time, maybe he should have died a long time ago. Departed in his teens. That's unnecessary. That's an unnecessary thought process.

The sake is already almost gone. And I only feel a little better. It strikes me as so very silly and improbable, the what-if, as in, "what if this is the last thing I ever write?" I mean, that's absolutely insane, and unlikely, and absolutely definitely without a doubt probably not going to be true. Wow, really not a lot left in this glass, huh? That was 200ml? That went by quick.

One sip left. Thankfully I have more booze behind the record player, not so much hidden as "tastefully not on display." I got a little vodka, a little rum, a bit of cheap whiskey. Not a bad lineup honestly. And that's good because now the sake is gone, and I'm definitely going to need to supplement it. No way in hell is this how I go out.

You know I really don't have respect for the idea that "alcohol is never the answer when you're feeling bad - it's to enhance good times, not mollify bad ones." I sympathize with that perspective. I used to have it, in the same way I once approached strangers as a five-year-old and informed them that smoking was bad for their health. But it's very naive and privileged. Good for you, never having to test that theory against the rubber of your life meeting the road. That is so, so nice. What ever would I do without that seasoned, expert life wisdom guarding me from terrible - nay, unthinkable - fates?

I sip some Jim Beam from the bottle and live another day. I'm sure that's just correlation.

You know something? With the Christmas lights up this time of year, you really can see the road from my window 24 hours a day. It's pretty. But it's starting to get distracting, and I know writing helps me, so I close the curtains, and realize what I want to happen next in my novel. Something with fungus, and the dissolution of distinction between human and object, and cemeteries providing a context and destination for a life where heritage is on your side, where a person's fate is woven into one place like skin gradually fusing to a sofa cushion. Yes. That's what I want.

The bottle's half full and the night's still young.

#trans #mental health #highly personal

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3047

today i got my hand looked at and i was given the all clear :) i no longer have to immobilize my hand, even though it's still healing. there was a pretty decent crack in it still when we looked at the x-rays. which, yknow, rip me.

but the good news is i probably won't need physical therapy for it because most people regain their strength and dexterity on their own. so i'm hoping for that. if not, i have a follow-up in january scheduled to check on progress. eh.

but anyway, it means i'm back to work tomorrow! i was sent on an adventure this evening in search of ice cream, and it was so nice to drive again, to be alone again. i'm so excited for tomorrow.

i also wanna go to the mall at some point bc gifts and also leggings. mine are getting stretched at the seams a little too much.

also my phone's popsocket broke last night when my phone dropped off the window sill. i found out this morning and went ":c" and that was it. no "shit, how am i gonna pay for this" or "it's okay, it's okay i can go a while without it" or anything. just "oh, sad :( but that's okay, i can afford to buy a new one to replace it." it's nice to have a few dollars in the bank.

it's also nice that like 90% of my christmas shopping is done. the other 10% is mall stuff.

also i couldn't find my wallet this morning. i forgot that i'd taken it out on friday when joel and i went out with friends, but i never took it out of the bag i used, but i couldn't find the bag. i'd remembered seeing my mcc jacket on a laundry basket though, so i thought maybe it was in there. but i didn't think of that until mom and i were driving away to my appointment this morning. when we stopped back after we ran a few errands, i went back inside to find it and it was exactly where i thought it would be. which was nice. and helpful.

but honestly out of all the things that happened today (including going to a candy and cake making supply shop where i found a bigfoot cookie cutter and was given bigfoot themed hot cocoa mix), my favorite part is that i can drive again. even the new episode of oak island couldn't beat that. the bigfoot stuff was a close second. and i got to pick sprinkles and cake decorations for cupcakes for the family party next weekend, which is also when i graduate. so that's fun. which reminds me i have to check with my supervisor about a few things. and i need help from the career advisement center to write a résumé without a lot of relevant work experience.

lots of say today i guess, but im a happy camper! i can drive and i can write (kind of) and i can type and i can go to work and i can be alone wherever and i can sleep without a fucking box on my hand and i won't knock things over nearly half as much as i have in the last month. it's been disastrous.

also speaking of knocking things over i managed to get blamed by both of my parents within the last month for them tripping because they didn't look at the floor. like what, am i supposed to be your floor monitor? dude. not my responsibility. you literally have always told me to always watch where i go. always. where is that awareness now? being old doesn't excuse you from common sense, guys. use your eyeballs from ten feet away. a pair of shoes is not tile colored or rug textured. a blanket is not rug colored or floor textured. please. just look, guys.

because fuuuuuuck that. what are you supposed to do when i'm not there? who will you blame then? me still, because i'm not there?? please.

anyway, im tired and i need to get up early tomorrow to actually go get shit done. 💪💪💪💪💪💪

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3040s #sunshine boy

[tammyfeabakker]

Had a nice Thanksgiving.... I didn't take pictures damn! I was very stoned and so happy to see my Chloe and DJ. Yes I was happy to see him too! He just needs a little work. He has come along way got a new job! I'm so proud! They seen the house... Chloe is talking bout moving back home. I hope so! We got plenty of room in the back for their camper. My Emily was talking bout moving back to Galloway. But after they seen the scenery here. Changed their minds. Chloe came down through Buena. She said it was like 1999 again. Stores mom n pop she seen a toy store she said reminds here of Christmas. That was Richland. Where we wanted to be but there were no houses available never will be. Probably because the area is beautiful very country. Milmay is hard to come by 2 there was 2 houses. We even walked the hood. It jus makes you wanna get out.. my Katy has been so bitchy. Jus bitches bout everything. There was a puddle of something under the table. DJ seen it. I said what is that? Katy right away had to say something on what I said. I'm so glad she doesn't have kids. Because obviously you can't say anything about anything. Well me anyway. All I said what is that?( It turned into WTF! ) What I can't say anything without a fucking comment coming out her mouth. Then she makes her self look stupid. I'm out in the cold ass rain taking the trash out! I hear someone talking. It's Katy out the window. Now I'm at the end of a ten car drive way. I had to stop wtf I was doing to walk all the way to her. She does it in the house too. I have to stop what I'm doing. To fucking hear her. Don't come talk to me directly no . She also pissed me off yesterday. Hypocrite. Talking bout TJ being petty. I have 6 bowls for 2 cats. Peaches doesn't like her dry food with her wet food. There's 2 for Merlin. I prepare breakfast and dinner for them. I got why is there 6 bowls? Now the fucking water is free. She's like I pay. For the service of cleaning them. I'm like fuck you. A dabble of soap and electric for the hot water what .000001 cent of electricity. Now I feel for TJ even though he hates my guts. Why probably because he thinks she moved out for me or talking shit on him why she left. Couldn't be further from the truth. I'll take it to the grave with me why she moved out. But if I gotta hear this bullshit I know he had to be going out of his fucking mind. I love her but I'm at my wits end. Lillie her dog can't control herself sometimes and pees in the house. According to Katy it's my cats. I only hope she finds someone really fast because there's gonna be a murder suicide. Then she freaks out telling me I have to take Lillie out twice but I have to work more. So how the fuck am I suppose to work more take the dog out at 12 n 2? She really needs to step off. I'm doing something she ask me to do something. I get I ask you to do something for me and I pay everything she needs to stop. She has fucked my life up. My car I blame on her and TJ because they kept taking it back to Brian ripping me off and them. They think I'm in a right and wrong contest. I'm not I was right though he was ripping us off. Jus giving him money. Not fixing my car. We got a 24 dollar electric bill. To much I said Sara n Craig is 500 dollars a month. Well their not taking care of you. Trust me tried to leave since I'm a problem. She hunts me down...Do to her making decisions on my life. Like I don't want you cleaning anymore. Now Katy said it. I ignore her she comes down on me. So I left then bitches bout taking care of my shit. She did to me before. TJ and I will take care of your expenses. I'm like well. No sooner that came out my mouth she's on the phone calling my people that I quit. Her and TJ tell me I gotta get a real job early in our living together. She's like TJ found this for you. I got the job. But it was the fucking worse decision ever!!! But I had a nice day yesterday anyway.