Being Followed - Part 4 - The Suspect

His name is Fi Broid Jr. He's a bloody little bastard, growing up, gettin' bigger, an aggravating littl' character, to say the least. Investigators advise me to act normal, according to plan, so they can make an attack on him when he least expects it. The aim is to get him while I'm asleep. They been tracking the little devil around for a while, since the Buenos Aires fall. They didn't take notice of him, well, until I complained that he was following me around. Maybe he's been there for years, but lately he's been taking a more active role and has become extremely aggressive and obvious. Investigators' plan of operation is to take him out on October 7th. Shhhh, keep this under your hat.

Being Followed - Part 3 - VULGAR

STOP IT YOU BLOODY CUNT!!!
That's all you did for 3 of the 4 weeks.
Thanks for the 3rd week off.

Why you stain my panties with your bloody vomit chunks?
You can't hit the pad while I sleep?
Why you have to blow it out to the back
like it's coming out of my asshole?
Looks like someone shot someone's brains out,
leaving the guts behind.

Pussy is tired and sore from holding & clenching on
to the ultra thick super size tampon that absorbs
your daily jelly globs of goop.

Why you such a bloody bitch?
Can't you be a FUCKING PUSSY!?!!!!!!

Failed Effort

I don't wear a bra when I'm lounging around my house. I've been known for getting my mail, which is right outside by my door, without a bra on. Okay, I've also taken out trash and gotten things out of my car without a bra on as well. Alright, I've sat on my porch and I've even answered my door from deliveries without a bra on. I'm okay with this.

But Bart doesn't like the fact that I run around without a bra on. I do it because I'm more comfortable and I don't care. But Bart says he knows what guys think and it's for my safety and protection to cover up. He's right since I live in the heart of crime, in a New Orleans neighborhood.

I wasn't wearing a bra when Bart and I decided to take a short drive. We were going down to the local convenient store to pick up some dinner. In and out. That's it. I decided to put my large brown scarf over my white tee shirt, with covering up the important part of the boobs. I was proud of my last minute invention.

Bart picked me up and we went to Verde Marte. I thought I was pretty savvy, I do say so myself. Getting away without wearing a bra and wearing a shaw over my shirt in the heat of the hot August New Orleans month.

But I didn't notice that my shaw moved away from my hard nipples when I opened the door and the strong breeze met the still hot air.

I was looking at the meals at the deli and noticing that the guy at the deli counter was staring straight at my breast. But I thought that was strange, given that I was covered up so well.

We ordered and waited for our food and Bart comes up to me and asked, "are you cold?" Excited about my cover-up boobs invention, I answered, "No Sweetie, I didn't want to wear a bra and I'm using this to cover up." And then he responds, "you would of never noticed the way your beamer lights are on."

Being Followed - Part 2

I woke up from a nap and put my right hand underneath Cloe's body. I wanted to get rid of the pain my body was feeling so I thought maybe something heavy, like Cloe, could steer the pain away for the moment. But her pounds failed me.

This is the second day of menstrual pain. I usually only experience one day of it. I have a migraine too. I'm loaded up on prescribed menstrual medicine. The menstrual pain has been traveling with me nonstop.

Earlier I ordered a McDonald's run from my neighbor friend, Nathaniel. "2 mcdoubles, 2 small fries, and 1 small sprite please." All on the dollar menu. My body craved meat for the low-ironed body. I left only a small fry. The food didn't help. Now I have to take a dump. The pain went to the bathroom with me.

The imitrex took in and I took a nap. I woke up later with the migraine gone, but the menstrual pain dreamed with me. I was in a store shopping for a pair of white open-toe shoes. I saw a lot of nice looking shoes, but no white ones. The closest pairs were two-toned. But I knew it was difficult to find a pair of solid white shoes given that the fall season in retail just took off. I analyzed the different unique styles of shoes. There were no price tags on any of them. I wondered how much they cost. The shoe store was next to the very expensive huge Coach store that I dared not to enter into. I skipped a wallet store too, to search for another shoe store. But then I woke up to Fraidy Cat on my head. I wondered why I would dream such a dream like that. I'm not in the market for shoes, I hate shopping, and I valved not to buy any clothes or shoes this 2009 year. I've been successful so far.

Stinky was by my side too. I guess they were all waiting for their Mommy to feed them as all three napped along with me. Mommy Cat doesn't feel good yet.

I've been having unusual periods-longer, heavier, and painful- since the Buenos Aires' sidewalk fall and the ladder fall. I got checked out by my doctor and she said that my unusual periods and the 2 falls were not linked together. It just happened by consequence at the same time. It can be corrected by surgery, but I didn't want to be operated on. I decided to pain it out with prescription medication and monitor it. Scraping and more, plus not able to drive home wasn't appealing to me.

The pain followed me to the shower. And then lingered with me to the kitchen to feed the cats. Now I'm trying to write the pain away. It isn't working yet.

Calling You Out

Hey Carpenter Porch Guy,

I know your type. I've seen it before. Thanks to Shawn, David, & Cort.

You have trouble cashing a check.
You have no licence and you're not insured.

You're either a drunk or a deadbeat dad on the run. Or both.
Family emergency. You disappear. Bullshit!

I bet you would have finished the job if you had not gotten paid in advance. Luckily for me this time, I didn't authorize payment until the job is finished, so the middle man doesn't get his cut yet.

From: A Dried & Tired Asshole