SusanJillParker
I'm 100% woman
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After months and months of writing stories, I just stepped outside for the first time.
The sun blinded my eyes even with me wearing sunglasses. Everything looked so different. As if there was a hawk in the sky, there were no birds or squirrels to be seen.
During all the time that I was writing dozens of paid stories for fans, too busy writing, I didn't even turn on my television or listen to the news. Besides, I hate the news. Worse than George Orwell's 1984, 'they' only tell us what 'they' want us to know. When all the radio, TV, newspapers, and cable networks are own by seven, elderly, Caucasian men, who cares what they want me to believe? I'm my own person. I make up my own damn mind.
'Fuck them!'
Then, as if no one is working today and as if everyone is laid off from work, there were people around everywhere.
'What the fuck? Are we at war? Did North Korea detonate a nuclear bomb?'
Too far away for me to see but there off in the distance some people were holding signs. I guess they were picketing, protesting, or boycotting something. I don't know what they were picketing, protesting, or boycotting, too far away to see, I have no idea.
Then, as I was walking while wondering why there were so many people out and about, as if a mirage, I saw a long line of people that snaked around the block. Figuring that they were giving something away for free or some celebrity was signing autographs, while still in my nightgown without the modesty of a robe, I got in the back of the line.
I was hoping to see Brad Pitt, George Clooney, or Ryan Reynolds. Oh, my God. Be still my heart. Definitely, with me such a big fan of all three of them, with me such a big whore, and with me wearing my low-cut, sexy nightgown with no bra, I'd flash them my tits.
"What do you think of these twin girls. Something you don't usually see in Hollywood with everyone getting boob jobs, my 36 D cups are all natural. Go ahead, Brad, George, and/or Ryan touch them, feel free, fondle them, and/or suck them."
Four hours later, I walked through a door. There was no free coffee. No free donuts. No free nothing. And no celebrities. Just rows of machines. What a complete waste of time?
'What the fuck? Are you kidding me?'
As if I was having a bad dream, a nightmare, I climbed out of bed, poured myself a cup of coffee, Starbucks, French roast black with no sugar, turned on my computer and returned to my writing. I still don't have a clue what's going on and why so many people are out and about today.
Then, as if a lightning bolt of perception my epiphany hit me. That's it! Eureka! Yes, of course! It must be the World Series.
'Duh, I'm such a dope. How could I be so stupid?'
Does anyone know who played in the 2016 World Series? More importantly, did the Red Sox win?
Break it to me easy. As long as it wasn't those damn Yankees, I can take it.
The sun blinded my eyes even with me wearing sunglasses. Everything looked so different. As if there was a hawk in the sky, there were no birds or squirrels to be seen.
During all the time that I was writing dozens of paid stories for fans, too busy writing, I didn't even turn on my television or listen to the news. Besides, I hate the news. Worse than George Orwell's 1984, 'they' only tell us what 'they' want us to know. When all the radio, TV, newspapers, and cable networks are own by seven, elderly, Caucasian men, who cares what they want me to believe? I'm my own person. I make up my own damn mind.
'Fuck them!'
Then, as if no one is working today and as if everyone is laid off from work, there were people around everywhere.
'What the fuck? Are we at war? Did North Korea detonate a nuclear bomb?'
Too far away for me to see but there off in the distance some people were holding signs. I guess they were picketing, protesting, or boycotting something. I don't know what they were picketing, protesting, or boycotting, too far away to see, I have no idea.
Then, as I was walking while wondering why there were so many people out and about, as if a mirage, I saw a long line of people that snaked around the block. Figuring that they were giving something away for free or some celebrity was signing autographs, while still in my nightgown without the modesty of a robe, I got in the back of the line.
I was hoping to see Brad Pitt, George Clooney, or Ryan Reynolds. Oh, my God. Be still my heart. Definitely, with me such a big fan of all three of them, with me such a big whore, and with me wearing my low-cut, sexy nightgown with no bra, I'd flash them my tits.
"What do you think of these twin girls. Something you don't usually see in Hollywood with everyone getting boob jobs, my 36 D cups are all natural. Go ahead, Brad, George, and/or Ryan touch them, feel free, fondle them, and/or suck them."
Four hours later, I walked through a door. There was no free coffee. No free donuts. No free nothing. And no celebrities. Just rows of machines. What a complete waste of time?
'What the fuck? Are you kidding me?'
As if I was having a bad dream, a nightmare, I climbed out of bed, poured myself a cup of coffee, Starbucks, French roast black with no sugar, turned on my computer and returned to my writing. I still don't have a clue what's going on and why so many people are out and about today.
Then, as if a lightning bolt of perception my epiphany hit me. That's it! Eureka! Yes, of course! It must be the World Series.
'Duh, I'm such a dope. How could I be so stupid?'
Does anyone know who played in the 2016 World Series? More importantly, did the Red Sox win?
Break it to me easy. As long as it wasn't those damn Yankees, I can take it.
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