👁️ Hot Chilli Lippy 👁️

Through the Looking-Glass
2021-11-09 11:57:59 (UTC)

Everlasting ....

Ugh, I can't. be arsed with working anymore. I just want to sell up, pack up and fuck off to the forests. I'm tired of working, I've worked since I was 16 years old when I left my parents home, I'm so friggen bored of it now. This cunting society that traps us into an unbreakable trap of bills, mortgages, rents, taxed once, twice, three times on one transaction, one salary, one home and even on all the hard work our parents achieved in saving to give their children inheritance, even that is taxed on twice....Fucking cuntholes.

As you can tell, I am in a wankery mood today, was yesterday too and it's mostly down to the let downs in the male race, so full of shit, so full of demands, so full of it, non-stop. It's no wonder I've ended up using them nowadays for my sexual urges. Weeellll, that's all I've experienced from them in my previous self, previous life, before I was reborn into a massive cunt, a selfish woman that looks after only me, myself, my daughter and cares for only the people who actually shown their loyalty and sustaining care over the years. The rest? Well, they got fucked right off out the side door, without a second glance - go fuck yourselves, knob cheeses.

My ridiculous flippen work has not only introduced a second (booster) bonus on top of the first bonus (on top of my base salary) but now created a third (annual) bonus ...for fucksake! You'd think that's great news, wouldn't you? And it is, for my bank account but as always money doesn't come easily without more pathetic targets for the greedy motherfucking corporation I work for...push, push, push, more, more, more. And my perverted boss says, "You'll be okay, you're already smashing it." Oh, fuck off you disgusting little insect, with your pervy innuendos balancing on a VERY thin line before I cash in on YOU for being such a scrawny grotesque shit stain. Sighs.....The weasels are everywhere.

I've been popping in and out of the dating app, the deranged weirdo fuck muppets are the ones wanting marriage, control and for you to lose all sense of reality of who you are......are not worth the wear and tear of the skin on my fingertips to respond to. And the good looking lying fucktards that tell every woman they've been single ages and want a long loving relationship, are just after sex and they are worth responding too but only when I want sex again....at the moment, I don't. So as you can see the options for a 43-year-old woman is not desirable at all, because men our age are proper wronguns and use learned behaviour in all the wrong ways and use mistakes as a weapon to fuck over the next woman.

In rare cases you meet someone like "Sparky" who is fit, a half-decent shag (by far NOT the best Ive experienced) but thinks one fuck means he can demand the times he sees me and throws a hissy fit when I won't ship my daughter off to her dad's for the end of his cock. No, mate, go fuck ya mother you little twat. You should've taken the time to get to know me better than you'd likely of not rammed your cock down my throat and hoped that equalled controlling me and making me yours to do as you say. Nope, wrong woman. I'm no wilting flower, there is a will coursing through my veins with heightened senses and brains that knew, you were only good for a shag within a half-hour of meeting you.

Dickhead

One good thing came out of last week though - and I am not talking of the shagathon with Sparky.
No, I am talking about "B" who got in touch with me again. I am glad he did because instead of me writing here about my appreciation for what he did for me over a couple of years, I was able to tell him directly. That meant a lot to me to be able to do that. I don't know if he still comes to this diary site any longer, I know he had some other 'acquaintances' on here at some point and he is known for drifting off now and again. He has his finger in lots of pies usually, LOL. It's the nature of his entertainment, haha (say no more) but anyway, we had some pleasant exchanges and I'm pleased he is alright. He is a special person to me, and I know that a lot of his efforts, in his unique way, are misunderstood by the people he engages with and they do not take on board what he is trying to show them about themselves. They carry on as they were before knowing him and live inside their heads with the record on repeat, instead of reflecting upon their interactions and reactions towards him, they concentrate on the hurt they felt by him, but that's the thing, emotional upheaval is the surest form of change in oneself because our emotions are connected to our soul, it is our essence, despite looking at it scientifically (that hormones are a creation of the body) in fact, our emotions, our mindset can change our body's makeup, heal physical ailments. So, anyway...enough of that. It's was good to talk to him and he knows I will always love him on that soul level, no not soulmates or any of that shite, which is shite btw, just an everlasting tie through time.

Spose, I should get back to shitty work.....ughhhhhhh




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