Tamara is a girl who didn't quite fit in. Tamara is constantly picked on and when a couple of friends plays a joke on Tamara, it leads to her death. The friends bury her tries to make it seem that Tamara ran away. But all is not forgotten. Tamara returns as a sexy seductress and plans her revenge. (due to witchcraft). Well like they say: Karma's a bitch.-IMDB
I had to turn my head when she mind controlled the visual aide to take off his ear, tongue, and eye, with a box cutter....hear not evil, see no evil...
131116
9:45pm
Saturday
I am so fucking greedy. I know
inside I want things, and more things. I want financial security. I want
perfect health. I want to be loved. I am so fucking greedy.
And I think being cheap is
somehow going to make up for wanting all those things. And that a steady
paycheck will get me financial security. And that taking a walk and eating
chicken breasts will guarantee good health. And that loving people who love me
back will make me feel loved. I am so fucking stupid.
I need to the shower at the
moment but I will come back to this. It's the weekend I can stay up as late as
I want. Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbs, said Sundays sucked because it’s not a day
off if u have to take a shower and go to bed early. I could go to bed dirty but I won't. My
grandmother taught me to never go to bed dirty. You won't sleep good/well. She
always smelled like Noxzema when she went to bed...
10:00p
Back.
Less rage. Much less self-deprecation.
Pinto is herewith me in bed, We
are both doing our own versions of the bedtime ritual ...
What a fucking...blessing.
Something happened when H got
involved, helping P make his bed. She put him up under her arm when I would
prefer him to sleep down on the foot of the bed. But I can 'prefer' in one hand
and 'shit' in the other and guess which hand would fill up first?
Rituals. That is hers and his.
Mine is to put my four pillows up against the wall to lean against, and cover
up with my ...one of my two extra blankets. I prefer to sleep on one blanket
and cover up with the other. Just as soon not get under the sheet and comforter.
My grandmother made the blankets, so you know. Out of old tee-shirts. The tee-shirts
mean something because I use to wear them and the blanket...blanket means twice as much
because she made it. I probably have half a dozen. I should get them out and
take pics for memories sake.
I should take a picture of most
the shit I have and then give it away.
You'll have to forgive me. I am
feeling it. Feeling the weakness of being needy and feeling the guilt of privilege.
I have so, so much. I know that.
When I clear my mind, I am okay
with it, and happy, and content, and generous. If you want it, I'll give it to
you. If I can't, then that thin owns me instead of the other way around.
Hey, the nook can play
music while I write. I'm using Google
docs, writing to the cloud. I like the way that sounds. It makes it seem so
poetic. The internet is a wonderful thing.
While I'm thinking about
poverty and the subject of the internet came up, I have a thought. When I read about
idleness, it became clear that it is a rare commodity
My gawd, this Guy Clark Jr. is
quite the musician. Loving what he's laying down.
Any who...Poverty. Internet.
Idleness. Hard to come by. Those that can enjoy it have money. A few starving
artists. But it’s hard to be creative when your unemployed and your kids are
hungry. the internet wont feed the babies but for so little, you can get on the
internet and get a world of information. Information of how to feed your babies
maybe. How to find a job. How to improve your reading or math skills.
Or access government or charitable sites. If you don't have even a an
old computer go to the library. But if you can’t get to a library, if your too
dirty or too far away or too hungry, well, the internet isn't going to do you
any good.
The poor we will always have
with us. -Jesus
I am proud of myself. I posted
on all my blogs today. More than that, I sorted files so I could do it faster
the next time. I liked editing this here journal and posting it. That was a
rewarding experience.
I don't even care if anybody
reads it. I see my blogs like my journals. They may never get read but I still
write them. I know there are a few family and coworkers who look at some of the
stuff. Content. You got to build content. And experience. You got to get
comfortable with the medium. Time well spent. It took me until noon.
Then I took a little walk. I
headed out to walk to the store, had a bag to carry my stuff back with me. But then
I saw some aquariums in someone’s yard, put out for someone to take. So I
hightailed it home and got the truck. Picked up half a dozen aquariums of
various sizes on the way to the grocery store. They weren’t used for fish, I
am pretty sure. Reptiles I think. I will bleach them out tomorrow and add them
to the collection. Sooner or later I'm going to need something to live in them.
Fish, plants, and or animals. This morning I watched vids on raising
earthworms, which got me into other beneficial insects. Nematodes. Lady Bugs.
Praying mantis. I go to get some praying
mantis. And they need flies to eat. So I watched vids on raising flies. People
who raise frogs need wingless flies to feed them. Wheat wants frogs. I see a
thread. I will put those tanks to good use.
I am so glad I got cleaned up.
I feel fresh and clean. Can't sleep with an itchy butt.
Head is beside me, the light
from her tablet shining in her face. I have a Bluetooth keyboard on a clipboard
in my lap, my tablet beside me. We both have headphones in. She is just
laughing. She read ...showed me a cartoon Jose made of Brianna. There is an app
for making cartoons with avatars. His usually involve farts. Farts are funny.
Dinner was simple, just like
the evening. . Dean worked the late shift. He isn't home yet. He'll be wiped
when he does. Just enough energy to change clothes and grind on his dallies for
WoW. Hey, it keeps him engaged. I'm a big fan of video games for the young
people.
I picked up the diet coke,
bread, lettuce, and red box video I went to the store for. also picked up an avocado,
70 percent chocolate bars, hot Cheetos, jalapeno potato chips, bacon and
sausage. All specials. I got my ass chewed for buying Hawaiian rolls, should of
gotten whole wheat bread. And the chocolate had enough cocoa but it had peppermint
in it, unnecessary sugar. Mia Copa, mia Copa.. I almost thought ice cream, Blue
Belle was on sale but that would of been a fucking catastrophe. Ice cream is
the worst food for two reasons., no nutritional value and it hurts Head's
tummy. She is lactose something. I used the diet cola to make a bourbon and
coke. The bacon and rolls to make club sammies. While the bacon cooked, I
watched a movie with H. Took the sammies downstairs to watch Baylor v. Tech. It
was a shootout. Almost a hundred points in ...on the scoreboard by the end of
the third quarter. It gave me and Mor a chance to visit. We talked nutrition.
Tim and Eric’s new show, Bedtime Stories. Zach G. is in it too. We looked at
cameras, he's in the market. And we both surfed redditt and he introduced me to
another site like it, . I left him after watching some Always Sunny in Philadelphia
to practice on his banjo.
Visited with Head a few
minutes. She was reading about a homeless man and she saw his faith in God as a
miracle, I just felt uncomfortable. Hence the rant nonbeing a needy fuck. It
makes me feel helpless knowing people are struggling. But they are struggling
whether I think about them or nt. I could give everything I have away and live
a life of poverty but it wouldn’t solve the problem. It would help some out.
A wealthy man wanted to do something
for Mother Theresa, something for her for all she has down for so many. He
asked her what she wanted and this is what she said. Get up at four in the morning
and go out in the dark and find someone who is afraid and unloved and make them
feel safe and loved. Can't write a check for that.
H is writing a devotional to a
friend (You!). She should have wings. She cares and she does something about it. I am
glad she’s my friend too.
I downloaded my music that
starts with 'A' onto the nook, and there is heavy metal I didn't know I had. I
do not need one of those music services. H, M, and W pay ten bucks a month each
for music on demand. I have more than I can ever listen through. Not a big
music fan.
Note: get a good, why would I
get a bad one?, recipe for Green goddess salad dressing.
I type like I fuck, hard. Bang
those keys. H was commenting...on my typing, not my fucking...sigh.
So peaceful here in the dark.
Fan droning in the background. the neighbors porch light shines across the
balcony, the sheers taking a little of the light. I love our house. Not the
physical structure, the way we've organized the space inside. it’s very, very
comfortable. If you are looking forward to a vacation, you need to change the
way you live.
Ohh my lord, the worst
smell. Head fessed up, blaming he
beans. Ice-cream would of killed us both. She would of exploded and I would of
suffocated.
Just the sign of a healthy
metabolism. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Thirty-eight Special singing
'Wild Eyed Southern Boys'. Blast form my misbegotten youth. About the time I met
H, as a matter of fact.
I stopped at two bourbon and
cokes. the new house rule is one is okay, two is a special occasion, and no
body of the world needs three of anything. so, I'm drinking the
rest of the diet coke plain. Could only manage half a bottle but for less than a
dollar, I'm not losing any money. Maybe W will drink the rest while he plays Wow. I know M will be
up all night. He slept until two in the afternoon. I'm afraid he's a vampire.
Okay, enough chit chat...I have
a book to read. Funny that, it’s not a book. It’s an eBook but that doesn't
matter either. Should I call it a novel.?
Oh, before I close, I followed
a new site on reditt, about professional cooking. Chefs like to show off their
knifes. there seems to be a lot of shit about the plastic wrap dispenser. It’s
always fucking up or they are fucking with it. And they leave each other lots
of notes. And they clean. Lots of pride from cleaning burned pots, greasy
hoods, ....And they like to show burns and cuts. Gross as shit. And I learned
when you quit at a restaurant, they cover you in whipped cream and or flour
your last night. And they call their stations, battlestations, like the nerds refer
to their computers.
Okay, now I can move on. I'll
be back. Not to worry.
131117
8:03a
Sunday
Instant pudding woke up and off
to the crapper first thing.
Man, unusual for me to wake up
this late. The sun is so bright. It's warm outside already. Yesterday it was
shorts and tee-shirt weather when I took my walk.
I did wake up twice in the
night. Pinto needed out. The first time watching Quincy M.E. . the second time
watching a Korean movie called Antarctic Journal until I fell back asleep. Although I will argue, watching a movie
subtitles is closer to reading.
Not that any of that is
noteworthy. What is, is head making coffee she never does. I feel like I'm on holiday. In really should take my need the write and work on some fiction. There is a
third secret blog posts I'm thinking of posting w with some of my writing.
Right now I'm in the city conceptual stage. Too early to commit to. Another
Concept in mind is to translate memorable texts. I usually put out, and
sometimes receive back, some very witty lines. Great text wit should not be
wasted. Text wit. Twit. Too bad that term has been wasted on that group texting
thing, twitter.
H tells me wheat is up. Going
into work at eleven. I will send him off with a waffle and sausage breakfast.
Although I had nightmares from worrying about the lack of nutritional value in
waffles. Thinking up ways to make them healthy, not the waffles but the people
who eat them. Add whole wheat, wheat germ, peanut butter, bananas, a and blueberry
syrup. I saved the juice from canned blueberries I made yesterday.no way was in
ongoing to pit that nectar down the sink. I will mix it in with some syrup and
put it on waffles with blueberry cranrasians and walnuts mixed in.
I have some
bacon left over from last night's club Sammie's. I could crumble some into one
of those peanut butter and banana jobs, voilà, The Elvis.
"Thank u very much."
"Thank u very much."
"No one can make waffles like
Mama. Waffles and hand jobs were Mama's specialty. I had a thousand of each and
I would give a million dollars and a Cadillac for one more. I miss u Mama!"
"Thank u very much."
I will go get a mug and start
the sausage.
(Funny, that’s what Elvis’ mama
often said!)
8:48a
Having my mug visiting with
wheat. He is updating his music playlists and wants my opinion. He downloads
from the on demand music service mentioned earlier. He uses his tablet as a
juke box in his car. He has an adapter to hook the tablet to the cassette player.
Poor people have poor ways.
①②③✴✳✖↕↗➡‼♠♥
Found a second page of symbols
when I held down to the :-) -s.
Wheat: could u live like the
Amish without the electronics?
Keep in mind he's got his
tablet hooked up to his compute, computer with two monitors.
I said I could, if I had books
to read and an instrument to play (badly) and a farm to attend to.
Wheat said he could too.
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