This past December my aunt left her 9 month male old dog to stay with us until she returned from her two month trip to Mexico. Just two months before that we rescued a female dog that happened to be of the same breed from her abusive neighbors. Now at the time we weren't sure if she had been fixed or not, since her background was sort of sketchy. I pressed for my parents to get her fixed, since the male dog was clearly not. Of course, like everything else my parents should do, it was put off until finally it happened. Our dog had gone into heat, and the young male took the opportunity to strike. Now we are eminently waiting for her to give birth, since last night she seemed to finally go into labor. She has ballooned up into a miniature cow, and refuses to leave my side. On another note, my aunt ended up abandoning her dog and now we own the pair. Now as soon as she gives birth we are getting them both fixed. No more puppies for this family.
I just need to get something off of my chest that has been bugging me for over the past month and a half. I have had to sleep on a small mattress that is as old as me, on the floor of a carpeted room that has been repeatedly pissed on by my sister's untrained little shit of a puppy. The only reason for that is because my father insists on getting the foundation of the house fixed before we can do any improvements in my room. So I'm left to sleep in a gross room on a very old, uncomfortable mattress. I know I shouldn't complain about such things, and I understand that I am lucky to even have a bed of my own,but I am tired dammit! Complaining just so happens to be one of the things I am good at, so I will do just that. I'm just hoping that the contractor will speed up his repairs so I can finally install the new flooring, get my new bed and finish my room redecorating I had started last month.
That is all. Marisol So I work at call center that helps people connect to the internet for a motel franchise. Long story short I get a lot of very interesting people on the phone demanding to get connected to the internet. Today I took a call that started out like any other. I asked him for his information, talked him through the log in procedure, and once I got him connected the customer went on his happily way. Or so I fucking thought! I'm not allowed to hang up on the calls, the people on the other end of the line are the ones that need to end the call. So as I was typing in my notes, summarizing what I did on the call to get him connected when I first heard it. Now, I'm wearing a headset, and let me just tell you that any sound that happens on the other end of the line, I can fucking hear it. The man I had just helped connect had wanted to get internet access to visit a pornographic website. Much to my horror I ended up hearing him moaning and pleasuring himself to a violent sounding video. Once I heard the "Oh fuck yeah" I no longer cared if I got in trouble for hitting the end call button. I pressed that motherfucker so fucking fast, that the Flash himself would be proud. I then put myself on downtime and cried for like five minutes because I had just heard a guy wanking off over the phone. My boyfriend who also works at the call center with me, peers over his cubicle, wondering what the hell is wrong with me, and all I can do is ugly cry, and sputter out that my ears had just been raped. And that kids is why you get a good education so that you don't ever have to go through shit like that because you have to work a shitty job and deal with people like my XXX caller.
That is all, I have had a long, shitty day. Marisol I just recently took up writing again, after what must have been a two year break. My writing had gotten boring, and my imagination had gone stale. I had reached a standstill in my creative juices, and writers block became more than just a small case. I was infested with it. At the beginning of this year I began writing again, going back to stories I had started back from freshman year of high school. I had reconnected with the joy I had once experienced and I was happy again.
Now, along with my sarcastic piece of shit friend Katie, I am putting myself back out there. We are collaborating in a series of stories that intertwine with each other, and let me just say that the ideas we have are endless. I am really excited about what we have coming, and I hope to build a group of people that will enjoy our crap just as much as my boyfriend claims he does. So here goes nothing. https://www.wattpad.com/user/meowitall Marisol |