Well wishes for lettuce house! Hey, they have lettuce, which is good.
May the odd=charming over time.Keep us posted about it.
A same day post. An EARLY same day post. So lucky. I had an interview today, so this was the plan:
2 x IS; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.
2 x IO; 1 x spray to each wrist.
2 x IS/B; 1 x spray to each side of my neck.
3 x IH; 3 x sprays to the top of my head.
Self effects: Focused on other things; nothing exceptional but I’m calm and smiling when I get to the door.
Outside temp: 71F; 75% humidity. One of the weirder weather days in Seattle. High moving clouds made the day intermittently overcast - which made it cool. Took a hoodie and once I put it on, it stayed on.
I was early, approx 15 mins. Waited with 2 smiling employees. Get taken in and 2 are interviewing me. “Tell us about yourself” usually has me rather stumped; but I managed to keep it light and happy. Don’t have any clue how that all went - I more than meet their requirements and contrary to all previous interviews so far this year - is a legit job.
They were smiling, I made them smile as well. So hopefully, all that will work out well. It would be great - it’s on the same side of town that I’m moving to; with a bus route that doesn’t involve going thru downtown.
Go to the bank to get stuff done and move forward because the man behind me is leaning over me. Queue etiquette breached. But since I’m wearing a pile of mones - I mentally forgive him.
Waiting for the bus home; I’m rolling a cigarette. I get it done and look next to me and a guy (35 - 45) is smiling at me and compliments me on my one-handed roll. I’m not that good. It was not quite one handed. But he’s smiling and wanting to chat. Safe topic in a bus wait, is . . . Metro’s sloppy, inadequate service. He’s very chatty and I’m tired - only got 2 hours sleep. Was up with the insomniacs nightmare - fresh input.
Gotta go to the store now, finish when I get back.
Anyway, he ends up sitting in a position to have the top of my head in his face. He’s adjacent, sitting on the long, inside facing seat and I’m on the face forward just by the back door. He twists into a semi ridiculous position to keep talking to me and ruins my nap.
When I get home, I sit on my bed have a sip of coffee and start to feel sick. A headache SLAMS my frontal lobe and sinus’ and whole cheekbones - that’s a lotta hurt, right there. I went to sleep and woke up 3 hours later. Wondering what made me sick and the only thing I can think of is: I’ve not had a meal in 2 weeks. I’ve only had a sandwich a day, because I’ve been too scared to cook anything here since they started putting things in my food. Don’t need to get poisoned due to their idiocy.
The Bunny is tired and so will settle at Lettuce House. I only just got the jokes everyone’s been making on here - rabbit, lettuce - etc 
However, I just found out today the dude who rang me on the bus, telling me I was ideal for their house - blah, blah, blah actually owns the house. Well, has the mortgage for now.
There’s going to be 5 in this one. Not much better, population wise, but quieter.
I’ve noticed you use loads of 'mones, i’m surprised you don’t bomb everyone!
That said, I’ve never used several sprays of IO, IH, IS and some IS/b (obviously!) all at once, perhaps I should experience it and see how obvious the hits become.
You should definitely get the x2/x4 strengths if you don’t have them already. I love IS so I boughtthe x4 version, never looked back.
Go get yourself some good meals! Hope you feel better soon.
Thanx Fade! I wear the IO for me. That’s my treat in the mix. And yes, definitely looking to get the double strength IO and IH. I max out on Shine, tho’ so it’s only ever gonna be regular of that. That’s for a specific overall reaction, the combo. Big group settings, where the interruption of the serious conversation won’t put people off. Since we’ve only just got the MX for a respect vibe; I’ve been using the IS/B for that kind of confidence that elicits respect. Oftentimes, people will mistake my casual attitude (left over from Oz) for something that they may get over familiar with, leaving out respect. I don’t like putting people in their place, but I will when lines are crossed. Just easier to not have to do it in the first place.
Then they treat me like the privilege I am. Not to come across as totally up myself; but really, if someone is friendly and doesn’t know you - on what planet is being disrespectful ok?
I had to go downtown for some cigarettes. So, since it’s another wet Sunday, I decided to try something. Just for the fish.
4 x IS/B; 1 x spray to each side of my neck; 1 x spray to each wrist.
Self effects: Nothing much in the beginning; thought this might be a max out; on the bus half an hour later feeling happier and smug-ish.
Outside temp: 61F; 90% humidity. Overcast with breaking cloud around sunset.
There was 5 other passengers on the bus. I sat behind one middle aged Latino (early 60’s?) and across from a geek with a graphic novel. He looked completely absorbed in his graphic novel. A couple of hundred yards down the road, he looks at me from the corner of his eye and stares. I’ve never seen that before - someone staring at you from the extreme peripherals like that. It looked so weird I nearly started laughing. He does this again, I’m feeling the stare - and then he turns to me and he’s got HUGE eyes. Naturally, I mean. He’s not really happy - can’t seem to help himself and is cranky about it.
Go to the store, and the owner and one of her sons are in there. They’re Chinese, and she gives me great eye contact, is gently polite, respectful and when she realises she recognises me; friendly.
Meanwhile, her son (#2, I think, adult and very pretty) is grinning at me from the sitting corner behind the counter. He acknowledges me with an upwards nod, big cheesy grin and says Hi. Keep in mind this is the store downtown that’s right by Crack Alley. He’s there in case there’s trouble.
A group of old African American men, leer at me and ask “How you doin’” Friends revisited in the wrong way! lol
A trio of old East African men look at me while talking amongst themselves; quite blatantly looking at me and letting me know they’re talking about me. One twisted his head to look at my left hand? That’s what it looked like; while he was talking to the other two. Felt a little like I was gonna get traded for a cow or 2 . . . lol.
A visiting older couple (visiting but not strangers) start talking to me, they’re white, he’s probably first gen outta eastern europe - has those features and the very lightest of accents. Just one or two words give him away. They chat for a bit and we’re waiting for the same bus. He responds really well, with lots of eye contact and listening attentively. She is super nice and chats until we get on the bus.
On the walk home from the stop, another girl gets off at my stop and we start to chat - she’s from Korean background and is initiating the conversation. She’s friendly and says she hopes to see me again soon so we can finish talking !?
So, the older guys leering, the trio thinking they’re safe behind a foreign language and speaking about me (I grew up around a bunch of different languages; I know when people are hiding stuff, pretending, and talking about you. It’s an awareness you develop; just because it happens all the time); 2 Asian women responding in a friendly manner; 1 of those to the point of a speed chat and one white woman who came across as wanting to talk. If I stopped, she asked something.
I very rarely get this kind of response from women. That 2 out of the mix today that responded to me were Asian is of note.
This looks to be girly friendly. The old guys a little confusing; the younger ones, not.
Good to hear that it seems girly friendly,even at 4x for you! I had wondered if IS/B would be OK around other women. I hope that they can get another version out that works as well. I am hoarding what little IS/B I have left in my to go bottles.
Hey sweets…I asked ya whereabouts you’re at in a PM…just letting you know that, well, now I see the title of this journal. LOL. (slapping self in head)
Good to hear IS/b is kosher with women also. I am always wondering what mones will turn men on without turning women off/turning on the cattiness switch (I’m not pointing fingers; I’m ashamed to say I’ve had a catty moment or two of my own in the past, and I work to kill that wherever and whenever I can, trust me).
Major spontaneous panic attack today. Don’t get caught without your mones.
I have had a few myself, years back, they stink.Honestly felt as if every breath may be my last. Havent had one in over ten years, what helped me was a specialist in panic attacks. I was told that because it is adrenalin dumping into my bloodstream, that it can not last longer than three minutes, because you can not produce more than that and it exhausts itself in your bloodstream in that amount of time. So I was told to place a rubber band around my wrist and snap it hard against my wrist so it stings, and time the panic attack, while knowing it can only last for three minutes. The sting just distracted me, and the timeing the panic attack by counting to three minutes gave me a sense of control because I knew the worst would be over in three minutes. It helped. Over time, when I realized that the panic attack was not able to last longer than three minutes, they became less scary and over time they just went away. Of course each person is different. Also the rubber band really helped for some reason, the sting really took my mind away from the fear.
It is amazing that pheremones can help prevent panic attacks, and so very wonderful too. It should be marketed to people who get them.
I get waves of them. Usually with more warning - but things have been over the top hard going here. The place erupted in a free-4-all of domestic violence at 3am Wednesday. Not at me, the person in question has threatened me with physical violence; but this time he turned on all the lemmings in the house.
Well and truly after the fact; I panicked at someone trying to help me - but in a way that I can’t co-operate with. Yet. Working on that. Literally went into a fully blown, hyperventilating disaster within a minute. Yes, 60 seconds to inarticulate mess. This is also my MO. I tend to fall apart when it’s safe to do so. Stoicism comes first.
I had waves of panic after that for hours and didn’t really get over it until someone called me and just talked to me like a sane, reasonable, civilized human. I was all good today - and mentally distanced from yesterday.
Thankyou tho’ for your concern - love you for it. And no, I haven’t had one that bad in at least 5 years. Not surprising, given the circumstances.
I think I’ve mentioned before that I have the sweetest neighbor in the world, Kim. I like hyperbole. Yesterday, just before sunset she caught up with me to make sure I was ok, because she heard the ruckus in the house at 3 am. In the end she told me she would take me to the store this morning / afternoon. With the intended end result that we would hang on her day off, she would look at the gems that I have (because they’re pretty ) and I’m moving on Tuesday. So, just because:
1 x spray IH to my throat.
3 x P74; 1 x spray smeared down the inside of each forearm; 1 x spray to my throat.
Self effects: I was smiling by the time I left the house. 5 mins after application.
Outside temp: 70F; 63% humidity. A beautiful sunny day in Seattle once again. Gonna get spoiled with this weather.
I meet her outside and she’s such a genuine person; I truly wanted to make the mones a thing for her.
In the car, nice close environment; by the time we get to the end of the street she’s got this big smile and is making great eye contact - bear in mind she’s driving.
She starts telling me about her work situation (she’s a nurse practitioner) dealing with some rather large egos on the surgical team and confides her concern with the morale of her nursing team due to the egos. She tells me plans she has (she’s in the leadership role) in getting her team back on track and over the blues. Everything she’s saying is solid in concept and a creative lateral step solution.
I think she’s extremely creative in her approach and tell her so; her reaction is like being given a gold star. This precipitates an affectionate reaction; she calls me sweet, hits the Bux drive thru and buys me the cup of coffee I like as a treat.
She also has bags of coffee at home (son works at Bux ) so she opened a lb of coffee and ground it for me so I don’t run out before I move.
While plowing our way through my stock of gems (I’m kind of compulsive when it comes to buying gems for jewelry projects 
) she opens up more; all the while smiling and telling me what a great person I am and how she’s gonna miss me. Normally she is sweet and quite friendly; but not in this much detail. Even the 4th of July was nowhere in depth like this. I spend 4 hours with her in the end and have to say I like her a lot - moreso at the end of the day than yesterday. This is a person that I would like to keep in my life. And we make plans to do so. I’m actually moving close to her work
We bonded so well, that I was inspired to give her a gift. How excited she was, how grateful she was, how touched - were levels that usually indicate a long standing friendship. Today, we left friendly neighbors and made friends.
With only 1 spray of IH, I’m thinking that P74 may be an enhancer - the depth of conversation was of note; the depth of bonding surprised me - but I just went with it. Also the affection that was displayed was a beautiful surprise. No kino, I could see she wanted to hug - I’m still not up to physical contact after Wednesday - but being a nurse, she let me have my space which further endeared her to me. Sometimes, after a trauma like that, physical contact just makes things worse.
So, affection and a supercharged single spray of IH. I like P74. The social aspect seems to be great with the one on one situation the best.
Tonight, right now, I finally get to say that the attack is dealt with and in the past.
PS I Completely forgot: one of her lodgers (Erin) came in while all this was going on; after a couple of minutes, she’s smiling large, looks at my ‘micro’ jewelry and buys a chain for one of her friends. No ifs, and’s, buts or maybe’s - just went and got cash and put it down. NICE!
The most offensive article I’ve seen in the last quarter. No wonder the French revolted.
5-outrageously-expensive-fast-foods-cnbc: Personal Finance News from Yahoo! Finance
agreed. Some of us deserve the “ugly American” image.
This is for yesterday. Heavily edited to protect the guilty.
My insomnia has been out of control for the last couple of days; just informing you of the background. Late rise due to getting to sleep @ 7am this morning.
The aim was to get downtown to pick up some henna for my hair. The plans of mice and men. 
At 4pm I applied:
**1 drop cops to the wrist pulse points and smeared it between both wrists.
1 x spray Instant Honesty to the base of my throat.
3 x P74; 1 x spray to the base of my throat; 1 x spray on each forearm and smeared down both.
Covered with Gucci by Gucci perfume.
Self effects: OH MY FUCKING GODDESS! IN THE NAME OF OESTRE, BUNNY RABBITS EVERYWHERE AND PROPER HYGIENE - THE SMELL IS HORRIBLE
**In Oz, there is a sub group of people that are called “Ferals”. They live in the bush, a lot in the Northern Territory. They don’t have access (generally) to running water for weeks at a time, they eat roadkill (no kidding), live in teepees, and when their clothes wear out; use animal skins for clothing. Not even slightly deterred by the fact that none of them know how to tan hides - at least the ‘tribe’ I was exposed to in Darwin. The cops smelled like a couple of them - with the sex after smell of a free-4-all orgy. Pan and Bacchus were laughing their heads off at me.
Outside temp: 83F; 42% humidity. Beautiful lush sunshiny day.
Ok, I wanted to see what 1 drop would do. So on one finger, I got 1 drop wiped it on the wrist pulse point, smeared it to the other and then tried to figure out how to get the residue off my fingertip. Remembering that pheromones are carried in alcohol, obviously not that. Since the recommendation that cleaning out TOGO! bottles most favored by the experienced is Witch Hazel - which is an astringent - I decided to use my cosmetic facial toner to attempt to clean off my fingertip. It works.
One male roommate in the living room with the guy who gives him rides everyday. Justin is the least sexual, straight male I’ve met in this country so far. He’s a recovering legal drug addict - 8 major car accidents in approx 6 years with him having flat lined twice. He’s never even commented about hitting or even opening girls. His friend Dexter, is a little tragedy. Dude is completely dressed a la 70’s rocker, long stringy hair, tragic metal T shirts, cut off denim jackets etc and is only 25yrs old.
Dexter has never made eye contact with me. Looks at me, when my face is turned away; but always avoided eye contact.
Since the smell died down pretty quickly, and I missed the bus I wanted to catch; I decided to go and see what I could see. My previous success with P74 and Instant Honesty, so I thought that would be a good spot to start.
Justin, who knows me for a year now and has previously been the biggest hit with pheromones seemed uncomfortable. Considering I’ve no knowledge of him being laid in the last year; and never out of the house overnight; and sleeps (methadone) when not at work - a hit but a reverse result; also not surprising due to all of the above. He moved out of my immediate space to about 6 feet away. He spoke in a gentler than normal manner to me, but wouldn’t maintain eye contact for any longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
Dexter, stayed within 4 feet. I sat at the table and he stayed put at the end of the table. He made eye contact and spoke directly to me for the first time. Usually, if he speaks to me, he will face Justin and look at me from the corner of his eye.
Leave @ 4.20pm for the bus. Yeah, I giggle everytime I catch that one too.
Get on the bus and gonna change buses about half a mile down the street. Do that and there’s an African American older woman with a young girl. The woman has some grey in her hair but less than 5% - so I’m guessing her @ approx 60 - 65. She’s really friendly and I respond to her. She’s originally from NY but just loves Seattle. Loves it. We actually bond over both of us loving Seattle. I’m behind her seat on the bus, holding the back of hers - so the cops are more or less in her face, per se. She’s smiling large, great eye contact, no breaks in conversation and 1 touch to my arm. No aggression of any kind.
Downtown: I got to the place I needed to go in Pike Place and found the door locked. Closed. I’m gonna have to come back tomorrow. I’m hungry tho’, so I decide to get a bite to eat from my fave Indian (dot not feather) spot in Pike Place. This is the guy who I documented when I first joined as responding SO well to the IS/B.
I want a beef and onion Samosa.
He sees me approaching, I make eye contact and smile so he knows I’m coming there, he gives the big cheezy grin back. At the counter I order what I want and as he’s moving behind the counter to get in front of me, as I finish telling him what I want; the smile fell off his face, his eyes bugged a little and he half turned his body from me to look behind him at the woman sitting down with her head in hands - like he had to check something. He gets my food post haste; makes a cursory attempt to upsell - everything’s closing down for the day and he’s not even making a deal! He’s obviously uncomfortable, so I take pity and leave.
He is Northern Indian - if it’s important. Really tall, but genetically full blood India Indian. He’s about 6’ 7", I think (my brow line is just level with his nipple line). broad shoulders, about 55 - 65 yrs but still fit. He seemed a tiny bit scared.
Before I got to the counter his body language was relaxed, by the time I left he was obviously tense, and wishing me gone. I was at most 2 and a half feet away.
I decide to buy my favorite cup of coffee. I walk the 3 blocks and as I’m opening the door - it faces the street at a diagonal, so peeps coming around the corner tend to cut it in front of the door and cause pedestrian traffic issues.
An Asian couple are coming in the cut pattern and the guy stops just short of slamming into me. He pauses, he’s looking at the ground, my hand is on the door handle approx level with his face, he snaps his head up to look at me, eyes widen. There’s enough of a pause in their travel, that she is now looking to see what the hold up is. He sidesteps quickly enough to make her make an involuntary sound.
I go in. Two boys are staffing the cafe. I’ve seen the barista before, and I’m pretty sure he’s gay.
The register guy is friendly as he’s supposed to be. He listens to what I want, and in the middle looks at me closely and gives me a real smile. Of course, I’ve put my hands on the counter ledge which is nearly level with my shoulders (I’m 5’5"). I finish, he repeats my order smiles at me from an indirect angle and then wants to make sure. Yes, I put money in the tip jar - while he wasn’t looking. This guys is within 3 feet of me.
Didn’t get close to the barista, and he has never shown any interest in fems - but holds good eye contact. He’s within 4 feet.
This is in the ‘heart’ of downtown and it’s on a small plaza. People sit here, play chess here, and roadside, wait for buses.
I sit on an empty double sided bench; roll a cig and 2 guys come and sit on the other side. One directly behind me. The one behind me is looking at me, I’ve put my bag and coffee beside me on the bench so as to roll without making a mess on my stuff with tobacco crumbs.
He asks me if I can spare a couple of bux for him to get a bite to eat. I look at him and place my hand on the back of the bench, push up my sunglasses to buy time and look at him and:
Him
“Oh, just so you know, I don’t want anything for nothing (smiles at me). I just bought this - (shows me a minor purchase) would you give me a couple of bux for this?”
After a couple of seconds uhm ing and ah ing; I get a little bargain. I decide I’m done and leave for home. This guy was with 1 foot of my face with my hand in between.
Nothing else of note that could be construed as belonging to the cops.
Now, all things being equal; I do get some hits without pheromones when wearing my ‘girlie’ jeans. Meaning jeans designed for a female to wear and that fit properly and display my butt. Coupled with a fitting T shirt, on a day like today I will get hits. So, to be fair, I wore my ‘tragic’ jeans. Old Sean Johns, 36 x 36 that now are way too big for me. The waist hangs down to the widest part of my hips, and nothing below the waist band contacts my body when standing. They are boys jeans. Completely sackish and unflattering. Paired with a loose T that doesn’t show my waist, I looked pretty much shapeless.
So there you have it. Day 1, 1 drop. The purpose of the other pheromones was: since I’d had success with it being an easy communication combo, I thought that would give anyone who wanted to, the encouragement to speak to me, if they were so inclined.
So, with only a couple of people; both of the Asians seemed disturbed by the cops. Is that regular?
Didn’t phase the white boys; and 2 responded in a flirtatious manner.
11.50pm and I still occasionally get the lightest whiff of the cops. But the smell died off pretty quickly in the first place and the perfume covered it very well.
I’m curious to see what other people with more experience than I think of the reactions you noticed to the cops. I notice similar reactions, in that some were very standoffish & disturbed who would not otherwise be and others displayed the intended effect.
I haven’t analyzed the racial lines of my experiences much, but a quick review in my memory makes me think the Latin crowd enjoyed them, the white boys were offended, and the Asians couldn’t care less.
And yeah - that cops-y smell sticks around forever. Any idea what the length of time they’re effective for after application? I always jumped to the conclusion that it was around 4 hours like the AD Instants, but as I think about it it is a very different product & may have very different diffusion times…
It’s documented across the men’s section that Asian women don’t respond to the sexual mones as the guys would like. Different things are culturally important to them. They respond best to socials and A314 for status. I’m assuming the same for the men. This guy responded SO well to 2 sprays of IS/B when I started using mones; that he’s a good hit indicator.
Latin populations are passionate, sexual people. They appreciate the smell of sex - at least that’s how they’ve always come across to me. Blatantly. I’ve been hit on by Latino’s very blatantly; and the girls have always told me to display my girls. My tops are too conservative for them lol.
I’m using oil cops, and found that after the initial barrage; the smell died down to just a reminder very quickly.
I have no clue what the effective time period is. 
I had another interview today. They called at 9am to see me at 2.30pm. I ended up in a rush and just threw on some mones.
2 x IS/B; 1 x spray to each side of my neck.
2 x IS; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.
2 x IH to the front of the top of my head - bangs line.
Self effects: None to tell, I gotta get to an interview. Not relaxed; not overly tense. But tense enough to not be in a smiling state.
Outside temp: an alleged 71F - felt colder; 84% humidity - overcast with constant precipitation. The usual Seattle weather.
This place is a nightmare to get to. From where the bus drops me off, it’s an eight block walk. This also entails approx 8 train tracks including passenger trains and goods trains to the port; Seattle IS a port city and the downside of that is the goods loading and unloading on the mile long trains can hold up traffic of all kinds for up to 45 mins; and they run through downtown. Plus a street that’s a dedicated bus way.
I get to the street, and the building is not marked. All I can see is what look to be deserted buildings. I call - it’s 2.29pm and I’ve spent 15 mins just looking for the building. Not great for my disposition. Instead of getting upset and off balance; I get quite . . . affronted. They know how “indescript” - to quote the Boss! - the building is and didn’t give a heads up. I have no respect for that. Be considerate in all things.
I get there, and am offered the clipboard and pen; told to sit wherever; and the chairs all have dirt and dust boot prints on them. Approx size 14 male boot prints all over the seats. Really? The table is covered end to end with blueprints, plans and site photos. The lighting is ambient - not good enough to read the faint pastel writing on their form. I’m not impressed at all. I take the stuff to the outer area - where the roof is leaking from 3 different places and water is falling harder inside than outside.
2 people interview me. She’s scaling back from full time to part time “to do more community service with my church (she looks the type) and spend a little (?) more time with my kids” her tone is sanctimonious and she’s looking down her nose at me. She is at best, nondescript. I use the “oh, spend more time with the kids? we all do what we have to do” she smiles because the boss - HE is smiling at me. She started off approx 4 feet away but moved about another foot during the conversation. It’s her job I’d be taking up. I don’t think so.
He maintained consistent, gooey eye contact and the smile never left his face. He started by sitting properly in the chair and then leaned over the table, as close to me as he could get without climbing on it.
It was a little amusing to the point that I wanted to giggle and so looked around the room and made a point of discussing the styrofoam mockups for the marble they do. We have a conversation, and it’s a conversation. Work stuff is only interspersed throughout. Considering how not impressed with how they’ve handled the pre situation; this is kind of a “tart” situation - but reversed. It felt ‘sour’ with all the ineptitude with simple seating and working space but now it’s sweeter.
One of the styrofoam mockups is a column, with a cap with Green Man carved into it. Miss Thing is visibly put off when I say “that’s Green Man” and he goes “yes it is” and smiles even bigger.
I leave after half an hour and forget about the place before I’m halfway back to my starting point. I stop at a place I’ve wanted to investigate for ages. Something I’ve always wanted to do:
E.C. Flyers. Emerald City Trapeze Arts.
I go to the reception desk and for a change, there’s a very tall boy standing behind the desk. He glances over and gives a big smile and tosses off an extremely cheerful greeting.
Me “Well, you’re relentlessly cheerful aren’t you?” Standing close to the desk he’s only about 2 - 3 feet away.
Him “Yes, I am.” (then he actually looks at me)
This time I have a real, big smile from the curly haired boy. And I get him to tell me the rates for learning trapeze. He’s very enthusiastic about me taking lessons “with a friend”. No. Only me. Eyes go wide “oh, really”. Big eyes, big smile and as he starts to say something, I thank him and leave.
Later on, downtown, I catch up with Chanise. She’s my ex-roommate and now a mom to a giant child. She raves about me the whole time we’re together. Smiling and things like “Oh my goodness, you are looking SO good”; “I only just saw you for my birthday (May) and you’ve lost 20lbs”
Me "As a matter of fact, no, I was wearing these . . . "
She cuts in “NO. I’m just going with it. Let me. Your half the size of when we lived together. The brotha’s are gonna be disappointed” (paraphrased) won’t go into the specifics and details of what she said.
Then I went home. After having to re-book the vehicle for moving because my “help” and I use the term loosely; has injured himself and is being a little girl about it. He even went to the ER and got opiates for the pain! Welcome to my day to day, sunshine.
EDIT Tonight Justin refused to make eye contact at all. Not even a greeting. Left over attitude from the cops yesterday? Who knows - he’s a f**kin male.
Job interview in such a strange location, leaks in roof and dirty office, what was it for? Were they just moving there or something? How strange it sounded. I wonder what the footprints were about?
Are you going to take the trapeze lessons some time? That sounds so fun, do they train local trapeze artists? Seems a very athletic activity,it would take lots of strength, timing and agility too. I would be too scared of the heights and not strong enough but really admire the training it would take.I have a friend who is a ballet dancer and know the strength that takes, she is all muscle, I imagine it must take that type of strength and timing.
Best of luck with the move! hope it goes better than it seems to be going at the moment, and hope your friend heals up enough to be a help to you during the move.
I had the same general perception of most Latinos. Makes sense to me, but to be fair these are the same general experiences I have without mones, just slightly intensified (especially the Latinos being into me & Asians not caring - why the white boys are so offended by the cops makes me really though).
The smell kind of hangs around me, occasionally giving me a little poke to remind me they’re still there. I feel like I smell kind of like wet dog 