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Diary of A Most Definitely Mad Addict
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Shane?? Shane who?
Shaaaane, the bag lady, the woman you asked me to bless, THAT Shane.
Oh, thank God, I mean thank you Bette. I cant believe that I would worry about someone I just met for a few moments. But that makes me feel better that you are looking out for her. Really, thank you.
And what about you? she asked me as she pulled out an emery board and began filing those well manicured nails.
What do you mean, what about you? I asked trying not to sound too annoyed. Youre the all knowing One. What can I tell you that you dont already know?
She continued with her mysterious questioning. Werent you the one not too long ago who was contemplating her purpose in life? Werent you the one who bought a motorcycle so you could travel freely and spread the word, serve others, make self- sacrifices? Wasnt that you?
Stiff not catching the drift of this conversation I simply said, Well, maybe it was. Whats your point?
My point is, you stooge, that you have done very little since I saved your life in the way of service others. You are wasting your time with your ridiculous obsession to all things L, running around behind your wifes back STILL, ***** texting, reading those fan fic stories STILL, not recognizing that I presented you a perfect opportunity to lend a hand, to do your thing. No, you just sit there with your mouth open, saying nothing and doing even less.
What the ***** are you tal . . . . and before I could even get the words out, Bette pointed to the old bag woman across the street who appeared to be deep in conversation, laughing and joking, with someone who looked an awful lot like K.(OOOHH *****)
The two of them were sharing a table. Shane appeared to be showing K her possessions, proudly and with conviction holding them up, pointing to items in the cart, excitedly talking with her hands. K seemed genuinely enthralled by the dialogue, nodding her head and softly stroking the womans arm. I was green with envy and suddenly filled with regret for not having spoken at all to the woman missing my opportunity to make a difference.
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Lol @ FUCK YEA, BABY, WHOSE YOUR DADDY, GABS, WHOSE YOUR DADDY
Damn beach-daddy, you got A LOT of babes to take care off. Your paternal instinct is really touching!
This was one jam packed Bette Fuckinlicious chapter! “You know anybody named Shane, besides me and that gay girl from that lesbo show?†<--I pee'd! I have to say Beach, that K sure is onto your every move sister. I love it. "OH YEA, BABY CAKES, I KNOW YOU LIKE IT FROM BEHIND, DON’TCHA?? WELL, LET ME GIVE IT TO YA JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE IT" I'm F'n speechless. Outstanding. CouGen must have some file on you.
Okay, LMAO! That has made me come out of lurking for the past 2 days…………..yes, I’ve been abstent for the last SEVERAL months………….winter, an addiction to The L Word, and my fuckin’ Panic Disorder-with GERD, and where the fuck is my muse…………all I blame for the lack of my presence……………I will read the rest of your pieces that I’ve so missed the last several months………..and as soon as I find my fuckin’ muse again…………I’ll try to finish Funky Town-what do you make of a broken heart-try to start Dana’s version of ‘what do you make of a broken heart’ and also, As Time Goes By……………and this just has to be said…………..I know that one of the writers and/or producers (maybe even that freak EZ Girl) has been reading my stories and comments…………because, please note that she chose to use “Finally” by Ce Ce Peniston for Dana and Alice’s first fuck scene…………yep! yep! Yep!! :D
Okay, I done rambling (damn Beach, you bring the rambler out in me) and giving you 5-more-Stars! :D
God Beach…you have the most perverted brain! And I love reading every word that falls out of your strange and hilarious imagination!
seahurst, how are you so sure that it’s her IMAGINATION?! *snickers*
god, beach, you’re hilarious. :) all this neurosis could turn into the narrative of THE l-word fanaticism syndrome… keep at it and keep us informed of further developments. i love reading this piece of crazy journalism.