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SEPTEMBER 7, 2003: CROSS-DRESSING, TRANSVESTITE, SLEAZY, STEALING EX-BOYFRIENDS:
There seems to be something wrong with the comments. They don't appear to be coming to me. I sent myself on a few days ago and it still hasn't arrived. So, I have changed the comment format to email for the moment, until this little pain in the arse glitch is fixed. Still, please comment! Please, please, please?
Grrrf, I am feeling like the queen of rank-ness this morning. Up, down, up down, I never seem to be able to stay in one play long. Nope, not me.
Give me some money and it might help! Get rid of debts and I should be dandy. Considering that I have Missy, then life is great. But it doesn't mean I can't stop *ahem* wishing for some money. Then again, my luck is so bad that I can't even win a small prize in anything that I enter!
Seriously, the one time that I did win money was at Bingo, and that creepy bastard, Maverick, decided because he leant me some money then he deserved half of what I won! And took it without waiting! I had won $250 and then a further $500, and he took half! It wasn't like I said "Here, you lent me some money so I am going halves with you." No, he took it! TOOK IT!
And the one time that I lent him money to go to bingo and he won, he pretended that he didn't win and spent the money on drugs. During my first win it was even worse because he knew how desperate I was for money. Little, lying, sleazy creep.
If I didn't know that he'd sue or some shit like that I would display his cross dressing, small malformed penis, sleazy name, all across the internet.
He was a complete user, but I was so sucked in that it is embarrassing. For starters I said that he could stay with me for a while until he found somewhere to live. Well, needless to say that 6 months later he was still there, rent and bill free. Yep. I once told him to get his sorry arse out of the house and he said that I would have to call the police. Well, that would be a stupid idea because despite the fact that he was not paying rent or the such dear old Centrelink would have penalized me, cut my rent assistance in half, then in half again and fined me for months previous. They're arses like that. And so is he.
I don't remember him once paying for anything other than groceries, because he had the munchies so bad he couldn't live without his food.
Another thing was cigarettes. He wasn't that much of a smoker, a few a day perhaps. Most of it went into his bong. However she knew I was short on money and stole my cigarette continually. There was no way in hell I was a 50 a day smoker. I thought that I was just smoking a lot but then I tried one day to only smoke one an hour, and considering that I was awake only 12 hours I only smoked 12. Needless to say what had been a full packet became empty!
Julie said she had seen Maverick taking a handful from my packet, and I believe her. I mean, she had only asked a few minutes before for some, and I knew she would reciprocate when I needed it, and there was nowhere she could hide them.
When I approached my boyfriend (Maverick, duh) about it he became panicky and defensive, then blamed it on Julie. There were so many problems with that excuse, apart from the agitation he was showing which clearly gave him away. The biggest problem was that if he saw Julie stealing my cigarettes, wouldn't he have stopped her? And wouldn't he have told me earlier?
There are so many other stories about this 'man' who likes chicks with dick. I think that I wil think up some more whilst I sit here and watch Nine Lives. Oka,y most people would sit and watch a film, but I can't do it. I am a person who does 2 things at once, that is if she isn't being lazy and just lying on the couch.
I think up some more about the lying, cheating, stealing, cross-dressing, short dick 'man'.
Cheers and merry be.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 0821HR. COMMENT.
ONE STEP FORWARD:
So I just put in my applications for architecture next year. The first two are Melbourne courses (though I have a snowballs chance in hell of getting into Melbourne University because the entry score is 98! Not my first choice anyways) and the other is a Tasmanian course. So okay, that would mean that I could only visit my parents very rarely, but it served all my purposes being an environmental architecure course and all that. I won't get in anyways. I doubt like hell that I could get into any of them. My fate is now in the hands of some big, mean people. Yessire.
I was thinking of attatching a cover note to it with all this begging, but I don't think that they'd appreiciate me writing "I am amazed I got out of high school alive let alone with a passing grade. I hate my course so much that getting out of bed in the morning is almost impossible and I wouldn't do it if it weren't for my daughter. My current course is a waste of time (for me personally) and I HATE IT! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME IN!
There was a 700 character section that I did write something similar, but it is difficult to sound asture when you have to rip out half your words at the end to fit the limit! I probably came off sounding like such a wanker, when in my original draught I had all these flowery words and terms. We are so used to looking at word limits that it is difficult to see a character limit.
I didn't write the above speil, but something along the same lines and even more pathetic. I am pathetic. But at least it is done now. I have no one to blame but myself and my fate is in the hands of someone else. Unless I beg.
I am applying to the university where Ms. Scumbag went, but was not accepted. By that I mean she applied, got such a terrible score (even worse than mine and I was drunk the entire time) that not even this group of people without enter scores let her in. However her parents took her down there and they begged and got her in. So if she can do it, I can do it. I can beg. I am good at that. I am so much more the lawyer in person than I am on paper.
What do I mean by that? It seems that my natural ability lies in that of a lawyer. People I know, and a lot of complete strangers even, have told me that I would make a good lawyer. Annabelle explained it perfectly once- I can make people feel stupid and that they admitted to something that they didn't or just agree to look like they understand. Maybe I should be a cop?
I don't want to be a lawyer, but honesty and truth works better in person. Let us just hope that I don't have to beg. Here's to the next 2 months of waiting, and maybe even longer. Hmmmmmmmm.
I think comments are working again. I hope.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 1614HR. COMMENT.
COMMENTS
Name: energy
I thought you were just choosing to not post my comments!
Name: energy
Was he really a cross dresser! You should tell that story!
(energy)
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