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Also though, with me, if someone I am working with is being a d*** for no reason, they’re behaving strangely, no real logical reason, they are clearly bothered by certain specific situations, say for example the person clearly c*** blocks you for seemingly no reason. Brutally c*** blocks you and hurts the woman in one fell swoop, logically this person has a specific beef. That’s no t going to help my lack of respect or care for what their opinion is. Envy or jealousy some s*** like that, it’s easier to say, well f*** em. If you understand the motive is easy to not care no matter how it is. Some toxic people are really bad though. I’m currently working with a super toxic dude I’ve known for about 20 years he only gets worse. He gets a bit more covert about it these days, he finds way to take hours away from me and s***. Describe it as alliviating me of a few things when I don’t need it. I never asked for it, and I take it better than I did, we used to get into yelling matches over other s***, he has driven so many people out of there over the years. It’s not just me. He needs to know everything about everything with everyone. He is the kind of guy to notice the sticker on your licence plate is expired. Walk in with a new jacket, where, how much,.ya know there’s probably sales out here now…. What did you for a this place to eat Las night? How much. It was free. $30 of food was free. You know why? Because I rock that’s why. He cares WAY to much about everyone else’s business. He would make a bad c*** sucker of a cop that’s for sure. He reminds me of a cop wannabe who couldn’t have cut it for his poor physical shape. Thank f****** god that fat prick is not one. Thing about me is I don’t care one way or another. You had a stroke you’re out and not coming back? Fine whatever, if you are strong you will survive, good luck now I need to get back to me life thank you. Same goes if he’s back in. I just don’t care. I expect nothing less out of anyone else if it’s me.

Hate me or not, everyone I ever worked with, deep down if they think about me, maybe they hated me, maybe not I’m literally a robot, this is work, I am good at everything I do, that’s for sure, without even needing to compete, very cool competant and I couldn’t give a f****** rats a** what the f*** you think, unless it makes me want to kill you. Thinking I’m gay is not one of them. I mean really piss me off, irritate me, or be ugly, underhanded s***, stupid motives jealous, envy, spite, bad taste in pop culture, in other words IM JUDGING YOU, never mind what you think of me. Then I care but it’s only because you are probably making the f****** vein in my f****** forhead buldge and giving me a headache over something I don’t really care about. It’s an irritation.

Always consider the motive and the source. Someone jealous and envious is a compliment, but it can be a pain in the a** if they care too much.

New Confession

I was only 9 when my brother put his finger into my p****. I didn’t know what he was doing to I didn’t even object. After a while I just expected it every time he was on the sofa with me. Mommy was too busy so she never noticed. I came to like I tv especially when he put a different finger up into my Fanny . I learned later that he was kinda prepping his d*** to be able to get stiff and hard for mommy to s*** him or they could f*** in her bedroom. About 10 1/2 I happened by her door and saw them “wrestling “ on her bed. Loud sounds came from them as they tussled. When I turned 11 Billy was able to slide his “thingy” into my peepee. He made funny sounds and I got all wet and sticky like I peed in my pants. At first it was once. Then he started doing it 2 or three times a week. Mommy saw him doing it to me and later that night she spanned him with a belt. I watched. He was smiling after a while and squirted a bunch of white stuff from his “ thingy”. Mommy gave him 10 more whacks and then she bent down and took him into her mouth. Then a while later she slobbered a bunch of white stuff on his belly. Then they went to sleep. He didn’t want to put his “thingy” in me after that. I think they slept in her room after that. I always heard them “wrestling “ on the weekends too. Once in a while Billy would help me do my bath. Mommy always came in to watch. When my 13 th birthday rolled around I also began my periods. Mommy explained it all to me. S**, babies, womanhood, After that evening Billy learned what a b**** even a young 13 yr old “woman” can be. Touch my Fanny $10. Touch my tiny t****** $ 15. Touch my p**** $50.

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