argh
Seriously, how many times must one tell you that you're not welcome here before you get the point? How many times must I refuse to allow you into my home because I don't want you here before you realize that it doesn't matter if you turn up on my doorstep because I will not let you in? I'm not required to let you in. While I might normally go with guest honors for people who have been invited or have been told that it's perfectly alright if they show up anytime, I am not required to extend any such thing to you. You've been told.
And tonight I slammed the door in your face. How much more blunt can I be? I will not have you in my home. I have only banned two people from stepping across my thresh hold and the other one has never even approached. But you, you keep pushing and keep insisting. If you need me to, I will be even more blunt. I'm not sure how to do it, but I will be.
You. Are. Not. Welcome. Here.
You might think I'm a bitch. Others that read this might think I'm a bitch and mean about this, but that's too bad. They didn't have to put up with you invading everything for three years. I won't have you anywhere near my animals, my home, or me. Since I do not own the boyo he can do as he see fits, but No.
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Dear eye,
I have a memo for you. Exploding with pain, watery eye syndrome and then swelling so that it looks like someone took a friggin' hammer to my face are not very good things to do to me. Especially in the middle of a baby shower where I don't know half of the people, and my mother is already panicking about everything. In the future I would prefer a slightly less extravagant way of showing your disapproval of me petting pets other than our own, ok? If need be I'll write you up a permission form with rules and guidelines.
Thanks,
Owner of the body
Dear Owner,
Like I care when, why, or how much. As long as it's the most inconveniencing and embarrassing for you, I'm game.
Always,
Your right eye
Dear eye,
Fuck you.
In hell,
Me
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Yesterday we were out at Rolling Rock Horse Rescue in Beldenville WI. Much fun was had from a horse that drinks mountain dew, to vaccinations, blood draws, and physicals. There are a few horses out there that have been treated horribly, but these people treat them very well and they're not completely adjusted but getting there. I was incredibly impressed.
If anyone can they are in desperate need of financial aid to finish the barn which shelters the animals coming in from harsh circumstances until they can be released into pasture. They also need financial aid to feed the 30-40 horses they keep on the ranch at a time. The animals are adopted out to carefully pre-screened homes, however the new owners don't recieve full ownership for 10 years to ensure that the animal is truly wanted.
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Lastly, I feel like I need to remind certain people.
Yes. I am married. I will have been with Scott for 9 years coming up on March 23. Yes, we both game together and have for a long long time. Yes, we're happy.
No, I don't need you to make me happy, because you can't. You are not him. Get that through your thick skull and we'll be ok.
Chasing me over hill and dale is not attractive. And I may be the only female on earth that thinks this, but it's annoying.
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Two more weeks of school! Woot.
And tonight I slammed the door in your face. How much more blunt can I be? I will not have you in my home. I have only banned two people from stepping across my thresh hold and the other one has never even approached. But you, you keep pushing and keep insisting. If you need me to, I will be even more blunt. I'm not sure how to do it, but I will be.
You. Are. Not. Welcome. Here.
You might think I'm a bitch. Others that read this might think I'm a bitch and mean about this, but that's too bad. They didn't have to put up with you invading everything for three years. I won't have you anywhere near my animals, my home, or me. Since I do not own the boyo he can do as he see fits, but No.
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Dear eye,
I have a memo for you. Exploding with pain, watery eye syndrome and then swelling so that it looks like someone took a friggin' hammer to my face are not very good things to do to me. Especially in the middle of a baby shower where I don't know half of the people, and my mother is already panicking about everything. In the future I would prefer a slightly less extravagant way of showing your disapproval of me petting pets other than our own, ok? If need be I'll write you up a permission form with rules and guidelines.
Thanks,
Owner of the body
Dear Owner,
Like I care when, why, or how much. As long as it's the most inconveniencing and embarrassing for you, I'm game.
Always,
Your right eye
Dear eye,
Fuck you.
In hell,
Me
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Yesterday we were out at Rolling Rock Horse Rescue in Beldenville WI. Much fun was had from a horse that drinks mountain dew, to vaccinations, blood draws, and physicals. There are a few horses out there that have been treated horribly, but these people treat them very well and they're not completely adjusted but getting there. I was incredibly impressed.
If anyone can they are in desperate need of financial aid to finish the barn which shelters the animals coming in from harsh circumstances until they can be released into pasture. They also need financial aid to feed the 30-40 horses they keep on the ranch at a time. The animals are adopted out to carefully pre-screened homes, however the new owners don't recieve full ownership for 10 years to ensure that the animal is truly wanted.
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Lastly, I feel like I need to remind certain people.
Yes. I am married. I will have been with Scott for 9 years coming up on March 23. Yes, we both game together and have for a long long time. Yes, we're happy.
No, I don't need you to make me happy, because you can't. You are not him. Get that through your thick skull and we'll be ok.
Chasing me over hill and dale is not attractive. And I may be the only female on earth that thinks this, but it's annoying.
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Two more weeks of school! Woot.