"thank you-i'll be in heaven while you rot in hell and your wife and children get raped-IN THE ASS!"
well well well...didn't think it would happen again but it did...sunday night i was at the shell station and a semi retarded 6'4" man asked me for a ride...turns out he's my neighbor and living across the street from me. he was mildly intoxicated but seemed nice enough and i gave him a ride home--reminded me of one those people i've had "special classes" with so i took pity on him and decided to help him. i had horrible visions of him attempting to cross the street and getting hit (veterans parkway is always a busy highway) however, upon discovering i own 9 rats (having explained to me he once owned rats himself, he became excited like a child and asked if he could see them so i agreed he could see them shortly but i had things to do. he appeared quite "off" at times,yet competent at others, like "Lenny," from Steinbeck's "of Mice and Men," so i let him in and said he could briefly see my rats. however, whenever i said, "i would like you to leave now," he wouldn't get the hint. he wouldn't keep the hands off of me, and you guessed it. "HEY HEY HEY KNOCK IT OFF" and "No! STOP NOW!" meant nothing to this moron. stephy was stupid. i thought i was trying to help a stranger but i was plain ignorant...or maybe as my brother Matt said "no good deed goes unpunished." i was sexually assaulted again--"bleed bleed bleed, whine whine whine, oh yes you are so fucking tired of hearing about it, aren't you? he did what he wanted, although i struggled and put up a fight and yelled "NO." and i finally sent him on his way at 6 in the morning...gawddammit. deer in the headlights syndrome, my own personal problem, is what kept me from striking him over the head or hitting him in the nuts....plus i feared for my own life, and the rats, as he was much stronger than me. i was upset for 2 days, but strangely now i feel nothing. just anger.i am so calloused to it. someone could rape me now and i'd probably lay there bored, counting cracks in the ceiling. so the asshole shows up at my door 2 days later trying to lure me out with pills and calling me baby and sweetheart. whatever. i "calmly" yelled through the door and told him to never come back or i would call the cops, blah blah blah, that i wasn't his baby or sweetheart, and that he was scum...his justification for his act was that i had the hiccups from eating too fast and he was "trying to scare the hiccups out of me by making me think i was going to get raped by throwing me down, forcing my thighs apart, trying to pull my knickers off, and trying to force {CENSORED} on me, not in so many words, but that he had to do it cause i was so beautiful." that makes me want to gash my face up. i'm not beautiful. i'm overweight and...seemingly accessible cause i'm not a pretty girl. so they naturally assume i'm 'easy,' my predators...they think if they stroke my ego long enough, they'll nail me. i've been at this game far too long. i informed him it was sexual assault. dumb ass....lucky he doesn't live in texas.
on the other hand, tonight Nate and i saw the Chronicles of Riddick, which was exceptionally good, save for the TEENAGE TWATS sitting behind us. for no reason, at the beginning of the movie they began throwing popcorn at us, so Nathan kept scooping it up and turning around and tossing the dirty salty snacks back in their bags and saying "oh, look, you dropped something." it didn't cease their devolved behaviours. so he sat up on his knees in his chair, being a few millimeters short of 6'4" so it would block their view. they demanded rather snottily, "could you move?! we can't see, asshole!" at that point i had had enough, also having had numerous bits of popcorn catapulted into my hair, and i turned around and said, "well if you'd stop being such little cunts , maybe he would!" they called me a bitch, and i replied, "your mothers should have all aborted you." one of them said "just wait till my mom gets here. why don't you repeat that to her?(who never showed up i might add)" i followed up with..."i would but she isn't coming...she's at my house." they were baffled stoopid with 2 o's and had no smart ass retort for that. they kept throwing popcorn so i went to complain and when the kind ticket taker came to remove them, the little cunty-cowards had fled....but they came back in time for the ending TRY to ruin it, making fun of mine and Nathan's long wavy unruly hair (we both have waist length wavy hair and it was humid so it was out of control but we're not so immature as these little snooty snatches to worry about it "i brushed my hair today, what about you?")and saying we had lice and bugs so i kept playing with mine so it would get in their way and such, piling it up on top of my head, and and all that. and they kept calling us bitches. they fled, again right before the credits rolled Nathan had spoke aloud, "we just got ourselves a free movie. i'm not paying shit for putting up with those fucking brats...i'm demanding our money back," so we complained to the manager and got our money back because of those fucking kunts. FREE MOVIE! WOOOHOOO!
on the other hand, tonight Nate and i saw the Chronicles of Riddick, which was exceptionally good, save for the TEENAGE TWATS sitting behind us. for no reason, at the beginning of the movie they began throwing popcorn at us, so Nathan kept scooping it up and turning around and tossing the dirty salty snacks back in their bags and saying "oh, look, you dropped something." it didn't cease their devolved behaviours. so he sat up on his knees in his chair, being a few millimeters short of 6'4" so it would block their view. they demanded rather snottily, "could you move?! we can't see, asshole!" at that point i had had enough, also having had numerous bits of popcorn catapulted into my hair, and i turned around and said, "well if you'd stop being such little cunts , maybe he would!" they called me a bitch, and i replied, "your mothers should have all aborted you." one of them said "just wait till my mom gets here. why don't you repeat that to her?(who never showed up i might add)" i followed up with..."i would but she isn't coming...she's at my house." they were baffled stoopid with 2 o's and had no smart ass retort for that. they kept throwing popcorn so i went to complain and when the kind ticket taker came to remove them, the little cunty-cowards had fled....but they came back in time for the ending TRY to ruin it, making fun of mine and Nathan's long wavy unruly hair (we both have waist length wavy hair and it was humid so it was out of control but we're not so immature as these little snooty snatches to worry about it "i brushed my hair today, what about you?")and saying we had lice and bugs so i kept playing with mine so it would get in their way and such, piling it up on top of my head, and and all that. and they kept calling us bitches. they fled, again right before the credits rolled Nathan had spoke aloud, "we just got ourselves a free movie. i'm not paying shit for putting up with those fucking brats...i'm demanding our money back," so we complained to the manager and got our money back because of those fucking kunts. FREE MOVIE! WOOOHOOO!