Ings.
Pithy. Why would one be pissy, when one can be pithy instead? Far more
effective, if you can get taken seriously. Somehow people pay quicker
attention when you get pissy tho… I guess it has to do with getting
wet.
Facetious… Fa-cet-ious. Facet (perspective) ious… full of…. see
fecescious.
Depracate….
need I say more?
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Put my ego to the test yesterday and impressed even myself. Turns out
I am able to feel pity for pithy displays of fecescious depracation.
I wore the dress, it’s hotter’n shit, no wonder John hates it. I’m
pretty much cursing the damned thing this morning. It’s lying in a
pile and the .end of my bed and I almost refuse to look at it, piece
of shit. Armor takes alot of time to put on, and 5 seconds to take
off… I needed help getting in, but I sure as fuck didn’t need any
tearing the damned thing off myself when we walked into the house. My
boots were tight, I was wearing stockings and knee socks and a pair of
the steel belted’s (those are panties for those of you who are
ignorant of such matters) a three layered slip, a black corset, a bra,
and then the wonderwoman tied onto me on top of it. I damned near
suffocated to death.
And perhaps it was a good thing I wasn’t able to take a breath in
edgewise, because I don’t think I really needed to immerse myself in
the atmosphere at the Atria last night. Suffice it to say, there’s a
turf war going on, and you know what? I don’t give a rats fucking ass.
I’m wonderwoman.
I got stopped on the street yesterday and asked if I was trick or
treating. I said no. She asked how come the wonder woman, and I said
cause I earned it. I wonder what she thinks I did? hahahahahaha…..
I wonder….