Friday, April 30, 2010
You Want Me To Do What?
I recently noticed that when I get fan mail, it always seems to be a request or a question that I've heard before. I am never really shocked by the requests, and they always seem to be entertaining at the least. I started getting abnormal requests from men online at a very young age.
I was lucky, and had a computer, and the internet, at the age of 11. I was innocent then. I used AOL Instant Messenger to talk to my family, and I would go in chat rooms, and talk to people about homework, and the latest 98 Degrees CD that I liked. Then I moved here to Indiana, and I didn't have very many friends at school. I was the fat girl, and even though I did have some friends, I wasn't really all that popular. My internet usage switched from research and innocent chats with family and friends, to seeking out a boyfriend.
At the age of 14, I was in a serious long distance relationship with a guy I had never met. His name was Jason Wright and he was from Pennsylvania. Jason was 18. We would talk on the phone for hours. I would call him and we would talk about everything. We'd talk about music, we'd talk about our friends, and sex. I loved him.
After breaking up with him when I was 15, I was a bit more 'chatty' online. I'd started making profiles on MSN, and yahoo, and was talking to more strangers on the internet. I would talk to older men, and send them pictures of me. Nothing dirty, just pictures of my face.
I got a request from a man on MSN that was quite insane. I was about 16 at the time. The man's name was Chris, and he was from NYC. I think he said he was 48. I don't really remember for sure. We would talk about how I was a big girl, and how I didn't have a boyfriend. He told me he was into getting abused by young girls. It was his dream. I asked him to elaborate for me. That's when he made his offer.
Chris told me that in exchange for his life savings of $400,000, I would have to torture, and abuse, violate, neglect, and ultimately kill him, or leave him for dead in a hotel room or apartment. I told him that I didn't want to do that, it was wrong, and crazy, and I would end up in jail. But once he had told me the offer, he couldn't stop talking about it. That was his fetish. That was his dream. His ultimate goal of sex. He wanted to be totally stripped of all his money. He wanted to be ripped apart and degraded by a young, money hungry girl. He wanted to be tortured to near death, and then left to die, strapped to a chair in an empty room.
That was the strangest request I've ever received on the internet. Since then, nothing really shocks me. Don't be afraid to tell me your requests, or your fetishes, or that thing you like that you think might be too weird for me to know. I've most likely already heard it, or something just like it.
You want me to do what? Sure, pay me.
I was lucky, and had a computer, and the internet, at the age of 11. I was innocent then. I used AOL Instant Messenger to talk to my family, and I would go in chat rooms, and talk to people about homework, and the latest 98 Degrees CD that I liked. Then I moved here to Indiana, and I didn't have very many friends at school. I was the fat girl, and even though I did have some friends, I wasn't really all that popular. My internet usage switched from research and innocent chats with family and friends, to seeking out a boyfriend.
At the age of 14, I was in a serious long distance relationship with a guy I had never met. His name was Jason Wright and he was from Pennsylvania. Jason was 18. We would talk on the phone for hours. I would call him and we would talk about everything. We'd talk about music, we'd talk about our friends, and sex. I loved him.
After breaking up with him when I was 15, I was a bit more 'chatty' online. I'd started making profiles on MSN, and yahoo, and was talking to more strangers on the internet. I would talk to older men, and send them pictures of me. Nothing dirty, just pictures of my face.
I got a request from a man on MSN that was quite insane. I was about 16 at the time. The man's name was Chris, and he was from NYC. I think he said he was 48. I don't really remember for sure. We would talk about how I was a big girl, and how I didn't have a boyfriend. He told me he was into getting abused by young girls. It was his dream. I asked him to elaborate for me. That's when he made his offer.
Chris told me that in exchange for his life savings of $400,000, I would have to torture, and abuse, violate, neglect, and ultimately kill him, or leave him for dead in a hotel room or apartment. I told him that I didn't want to do that, it was wrong, and crazy, and I would end up in jail. But once he had told me the offer, he couldn't stop talking about it. That was his fetish. That was his dream. His ultimate goal of sex. He wanted to be totally stripped of all his money. He wanted to be ripped apart and degraded by a young, money hungry girl. He wanted to be tortured to near death, and then left to die, strapped to a chair in an empty room.
That was the strangest request I've ever received on the internet. Since then, nothing really shocks me. Don't be afraid to tell me your requests, or your fetishes, or that thing you like that you think might be too weird for me to know. I've most likely already heard it, or something just like it.
You want me to do what? Sure, pay me.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Coffee & Cigarettes
I don't know why, but whenever I drink coffee, I want a cigarette. It might be late, but the coffee is on, and therefore, I'm smoking.
I never really branded myself when it came to smokes. I'd usually buy whatever was on sale. Now that there are different laws for cigarette companies, not all cigs smoke the same. I can no longer smoke only sale cigarettes. I've smoked brands such as Pall Mall Menthols, Newports, Marlboro Menthol Lights, Marlboro Menthol Mediums, Camel Crush, Camel Menthols, and Camel Menthol Lights. Now, I can only smoke the Camel brand without gagging, coughing and spitting.
I like smoking. I know it's bad for me, but so are a lot of other things. Sometimes just waking up is bad for me. But hey, I like doing it, and I'm going to do it until I don't like it anymore. Recently, with these changes in cigarettes, I haven't liked it nearly as much. I decided to be a cheapskate the other day, and get 2 packs of discounted Marlboro Menthol Lights, instead of the Camel Menthol Silvers (lights), that I would now normally purchase. That was a stupid decision. I hated every single one of those cigarettes. I didn't even mind bumming them out to people because they tasted so damn nasty. I couldn't finish them. I ended up buying a pack of Camels before the second pack was empty. Ahh...that's the stuff.
The coffee situation is also strange. Some coffee makes my stomach hurt and then I feel crappy all day. Right now I have Dunkin Donuts regular coffee. It's alright. Tastes good, but I get that crappy feeling after I drink it. I like Starbucks, and there is a local coffeehouse called The Firefly. They have really good coffee. I also enjoy Chock Full O'Nuts coffee. That shit is delicious! Unfortunately, I can only find it in small cans, and I have to go to Wal-Mart to buy it. I highly dislike going to Wal-Mart. Unless I have nothing else to do, and it's late at night, then I'm cool with going there. But only then. Not when I need something. Then it's a hassle.
So here I sit, drinking my coffee and smoking my cigs. Nothing exciting going on, but I figured I'd share my thoughts with you. I am about to return some movies, and I might rent some more. I am going to try to fall asleep before 2am, so that I can wake up and go play Farkle with my mom. I think I'm turning into one of those ladies...the ones who play games just to pass the time. Now all I need is a husband who will support that lifestyle -and who doesn't mind that I am a fetish model.
I never really branded myself when it came to smokes. I'd usually buy whatever was on sale. Now that there are different laws for cigarette companies, not all cigs smoke the same. I can no longer smoke only sale cigarettes. I've smoked brands such as Pall Mall Menthols, Newports, Marlboro Menthol Lights, Marlboro Menthol Mediums, Camel Crush, Camel Menthols, and Camel Menthol Lights. Now, I can only smoke the Camel brand without gagging, coughing and spitting.
I like smoking. I know it's bad for me, but so are a lot of other things. Sometimes just waking up is bad for me. But hey, I like doing it, and I'm going to do it until I don't like it anymore. Recently, with these changes in cigarettes, I haven't liked it nearly as much. I decided to be a cheapskate the other day, and get 2 packs of discounted Marlboro Menthol Lights, instead of the Camel Menthol Silvers (lights), that I would now normally purchase. That was a stupid decision. I hated every single one of those cigarettes. I didn't even mind bumming them out to people because they tasted so damn nasty. I couldn't finish them. I ended up buying a pack of Camels before the second pack was empty. Ahh...that's the stuff.
The coffee situation is also strange. Some coffee makes my stomach hurt and then I feel crappy all day. Right now I have Dunkin Donuts regular coffee. It's alright. Tastes good, but I get that crappy feeling after I drink it. I like Starbucks, and there is a local coffeehouse called The Firefly. They have really good coffee. I also enjoy Chock Full O'Nuts coffee. That shit is delicious! Unfortunately, I can only find it in small cans, and I have to go to Wal-Mart to buy it. I highly dislike going to Wal-Mart. Unless I have nothing else to do, and it's late at night, then I'm cool with going there. But only then. Not when I need something. Then it's a hassle.
So here I sit, drinking my coffee and smoking my cigs. Nothing exciting going on, but I figured I'd share my thoughts with you. I am about to return some movies, and I might rent some more. I am going to try to fall asleep before 2am, so that I can wake up and go play Farkle with my mom. I think I'm turning into one of those ladies...the ones who play games just to pass the time. Now all I need is a husband who will support that lifestyle -and who doesn't mind that I am a fetish model.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Grilled Cheese & Tomato Soup
It's pouring rain today. I don't want to leave the house. So far, I haven't. I'm running out of cigarettes, so I might go down to the gas station later and get a pack.
I'm hungry for the first time today. It's 6pm, and I've not done much of anything today. I've cleaned the living room, and the counter in the kitchen. I haven't folded the laundry that was done two days ago. I haven't put on a full face of makeup. I haven't filmed any videos for my site. I've napped. I've spent time in bed with Bob.
I have somewhere to be tomorrow, and I still need to figure out what I'm going to say. I still need to put together some sort of a price list, that looks some sort of professional. I need to go to Walgreens, and get my picture taken so I can send in the money and the form to take my esthetician test. I need to fold that laundry.
Instead of doing any of those things, I'm going to watch a movie, and probably end up ordering some food. I'm a little to lazy to heat some tomato soup, and fry up a grilled cheese sandwich.
It's pouring rain outside. I don't want to do ANYTHING.
I'm hungry for the first time today. It's 6pm, and I've not done much of anything today. I've cleaned the living room, and the counter in the kitchen. I haven't folded the laundry that was done two days ago. I haven't put on a full face of makeup. I haven't filmed any videos for my site. I've napped. I've spent time in bed with Bob.
I have somewhere to be tomorrow, and I still need to figure out what I'm going to say. I still need to put together some sort of a price list, that looks some sort of professional. I need to go to Walgreens, and get my picture taken so I can send in the money and the form to take my esthetician test. I need to fold that laundry.
Instead of doing any of those things, I'm going to watch a movie, and probably end up ordering some food. I'm a little to lazy to heat some tomato soup, and fry up a grilled cheese sandwich.
It's pouring rain outside. I don't want to do ANYTHING.
A Bit of Car Trouble & the Law of Attraction
On Eater, my car started acting up. I didn't really explain what was going on during my last post, but I will now.
Sunday, on the way to the buffet, Bob and I were discussing car maintenance, and when I should get an oil change. I told him that it was about time for one, and I'd go on Monday to get it taken care of.
My 2001 Oldsmobile Aurora had ears. I swear. That car knew when we were talking about it. You say you think you should get gas, and it ran out of gas a minute later. The gas gauge was broken, so trying to fill up when NEEDED was always a shot in the dark. You say you need an oil change? The car starts shaking and the check engine light comes on within 30 seconds of you mentioning something.
We stopped at a gas station to see if getting a gallon of premium gas, a fuel injection cleaner, and a quart of oil would fix the shake. None of the above made the thing stop shaking.
Then Eater happened, and I went home, and the sun came up on Monday.
I went to the dealership service center on Monday around 1pm. I told the mechanic I wanted an oil change, and my spark plugs changed out. I told him about the check engine light being on, and that the manual for the car suggested that it was a misfire, most likely due to needing new spark plugs. That guy told me it would cost $75 to have the mechanic find out what was going on. I called bullshit, because I could go to plenty of other places and have it done for free. They came out with some explanation about how I'm not only paying for someone to plug the computer into my car, but also for them to check what the code means after the computer spits it out.
To summarize- I am paying some dipshit $75 to plug a computer into my car, have it give him a code, which he will then take to a book, and read what the code means.
I told them to do it, and if I decided to do the repairs there, that money would go towards the bill. If not, I'm out by $75. I went to go wait in the lounge and drink 'free' soda.
A while later, the guy comes in and tells me I need rear brakes and rotors, and a tune up with spark plug replacement, a fuel injection system cleaning, a transmission flush, a coolant flush, and the total would be over $800.00. Getting all of that fixed wouldn't even bring the car back to good. Almost all of the gauges are fucked, and it had 181,540 miles.
I called my dad to see what he wanted to do. Ultimately, it was his car, and I knew I couldn't afford to fix it. He told me to wait a few minutes and him or my mom would call me back. I waited, went outside to smoke a cigarette, and then when my mom called to tell me to pay them, and she'd be there shortly. They were going to get a new car. I proceeded to LOL.
I paid the guy, and parked my car in another place, and left with my mom on the search for a new car. In my head, I wanted a Pontiac Vibe. I had told my friends a while back, the next car I get is going to be a Pontiac Vibe. Multiple people knew that I wanted one, and I was pretty excited that my mom and I found one within the price range.
We talked to the sales guy for a while, then told him to find some other Vibes with less miles, and a bit newer. We left, drove around a few other car lots, I sat in some other cars, but in my head I was still partial to the Vibe. We went to Burger King, and got a drink. Then returned to the dealership to see what our guy had for us.
My dad showed up, and by 7pm, I had the 2006 Pontiac Vibe to drive home. The car is awesome, and I am so grateful for my family and their help. I feel safe and comfortable when I drive this car. I also feel pretty cool, the thing is pretty sweet.
I think of this car as the Law of Attraction coming true. I told people I was getting a Vibe, I saw myself loading my massage table into one, I searched for the one I was going to have. I believed it was mine. And now I'm driving my car.
The Secret has seemed to work for me. Not all things have happened yet, but things have happened. You have to be patient, and thankful, and you have to believe that you will have everything you want.
So far, so good.
Sunday, on the way to the buffet, Bob and I were discussing car maintenance, and when I should get an oil change. I told him that it was about time for one, and I'd go on Monday to get it taken care of.
My 2001 Oldsmobile Aurora had ears. I swear. That car knew when we were talking about it. You say you think you should get gas, and it ran out of gas a minute later. The gas gauge was broken, so trying to fill up when NEEDED was always a shot in the dark. You say you need an oil change? The car starts shaking and the check engine light comes on within 30 seconds of you mentioning something.
We stopped at a gas station to see if getting a gallon of premium gas, a fuel injection cleaner, and a quart of oil would fix the shake. None of the above made the thing stop shaking.
Then Eater happened, and I went home, and the sun came up on Monday.
I went to the dealership service center on Monday around 1pm. I told the mechanic I wanted an oil change, and my spark plugs changed out. I told him about the check engine light being on, and that the manual for the car suggested that it was a misfire, most likely due to needing new spark plugs. That guy told me it would cost $75 to have the mechanic find out what was going on. I called bullshit, because I could go to plenty of other places and have it done for free. They came out with some explanation about how I'm not only paying for someone to plug the computer into my car, but also for them to check what the code means after the computer spits it out.
To summarize- I am paying some dipshit $75 to plug a computer into my car, have it give him a code, which he will then take to a book, and read what the code means.
I told them to do it, and if I decided to do the repairs there, that money would go towards the bill. If not, I'm out by $75. I went to go wait in the lounge and drink 'free' soda.
A while later, the guy comes in and tells me I need rear brakes and rotors, and a tune up with spark plug replacement, a fuel injection system cleaning, a transmission flush, a coolant flush, and the total would be over $800.00. Getting all of that fixed wouldn't even bring the car back to good. Almost all of the gauges are fucked, and it had 181,540 miles.
I called my dad to see what he wanted to do. Ultimately, it was his car, and I knew I couldn't afford to fix it. He told me to wait a few minutes and him or my mom would call me back. I waited, went outside to smoke a cigarette, and then when my mom called to tell me to pay them, and she'd be there shortly. They were going to get a new car. I proceeded to LOL.
I paid the guy, and parked my car in another place, and left with my mom on the search for a new car. In my head, I wanted a Pontiac Vibe. I had told my friends a while back, the next car I get is going to be a Pontiac Vibe. Multiple people knew that I wanted one, and I was pretty excited that my mom and I found one within the price range.
We talked to the sales guy for a while, then told him to find some other Vibes with less miles, and a bit newer. We left, drove around a few other car lots, I sat in some other cars, but in my head I was still partial to the Vibe. We went to Burger King, and got a drink. Then returned to the dealership to see what our guy had for us.
My dad showed up, and by 7pm, I had the 2006 Pontiac Vibe to drive home. The car is awesome, and I am so grateful for my family and their help. I feel safe and comfortable when I drive this car. I also feel pretty cool, the thing is pretty sweet.
I think of this car as the Law of Attraction coming true. I told people I was getting a Vibe, I saw myself loading my massage table into one, I searched for the one I was going to have. I believed it was mine. And now I'm driving my car.
The Secret has seemed to work for me. Not all things have happened yet, but things have happened. You have to be patient, and thankful, and you have to believe that you will have everything you want.
So far, so good.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Why today is no longer EASTER to me
I decided that today was not really a religious celebration at all, at least not for me. Today was definitely more of a celebration of eating. Instead of Easter Sunday, I'm calling today Eater Sunday.
First meal of the day was with Bob's family. Seven of us went to Golden Corral for lunch. I have never seen that buffet more crowded. We had to wait to be seated. That never has happened when I've been there.
Normally, I can never really find anything there that tastes good to me. I knew that I shouldn't waste space or money (even if I didn't pay), on salad. So I wasted it on carbs. The first plate had macaroni and cheese, and two yeast rolls. Then I had fried shrimp, spicy shrimp, beef and mushrooms, and some rice. Add on two more yeast rolls. Next, I tried a couple different kinds of cake. Add on about a liter of Mountain Dew. I was pretty full. Yet I stole a cupcake on my way out the door.
I still think Bob ate more than I did. I wasn't really paying much attention, but he usually eats more than I do. Especially at buffet restaurants. I remember seeing him get more plates than I did. He's my little fatty.
After Golden Corral, I dropped the fat boy off at home, and then proceeded to my parent's house for meal number two. They knew I had gone to eat already, but still wanted me to come for dinner. I had been having some car trouble today, and was a bit nervous about driving out to their house. I called them on the way to warn them about my car trouble, in case the car broke down on the way there.
They had invited a couple they knew to come over and eat with us. I always feel a little nervous around this particular couple. I think it's because my mom always feels the need to impress them. I decided to drink to ease my nerves. My mom followed suit. We were both toasted pretty quickly.
The menu at Mom's consisted of the following:
Appetizers
Shrimp Cocktail
Deviled Eggs
Cajun Crab Dip w/ Crostini
Ritz Crackers w/ Cheese & Tiny Pepperoni
Pesto Tomato Slices
Main Course
Glazed Honey Ham
Spiced Pineapple Slices
Pesto Tomato Zucchini Bake
Asparagus
Scalloped Potatoes
Herb Rolls w/ Butter
White Wine
Desserts
Chocolate Bunny Cake
Sweetened Strawberries
Italian Cookies
I had three deviled eggs, the entire main course, and a thick slice of chocolate cake.
I took home some leftover ham, potatoes, asparagus, Italian cookies, and the ass end of a chocolate bunny cake.
And this, my friends, is why I've changed today to Eater.
First meal of the day was with Bob's family. Seven of us went to Golden Corral for lunch. I have never seen that buffet more crowded. We had to wait to be seated. That never has happened when I've been there.
Normally, I can never really find anything there that tastes good to me. I knew that I shouldn't waste space or money (even if I didn't pay), on salad. So I wasted it on carbs. The first plate had macaroni and cheese, and two yeast rolls. Then I had fried shrimp, spicy shrimp, beef and mushrooms, and some rice. Add on two more yeast rolls. Next, I tried a couple different kinds of cake. Add on about a liter of Mountain Dew. I was pretty full. Yet I stole a cupcake on my way out the door.
I still think Bob ate more than I did. I wasn't really paying much attention, but he usually eats more than I do. Especially at buffet restaurants. I remember seeing him get more plates than I did. He's my little fatty.
After Golden Corral, I dropped the fat boy off at home, and then proceeded to my parent's house for meal number two. They knew I had gone to eat already, but still wanted me to come for dinner. I had been having some car trouble today, and was a bit nervous about driving out to their house. I called them on the way to warn them about my car trouble, in case the car broke down on the way there.
They had invited a couple they knew to come over and eat with us. I always feel a little nervous around this particular couple. I think it's because my mom always feels the need to impress them. I decided to drink to ease my nerves. My mom followed suit. We were both toasted pretty quickly.
The menu at Mom's consisted of the following:
Appetizers
Shrimp Cocktail
Deviled Eggs
Cajun Crab Dip w/ Crostini
Ritz Crackers w/ Cheese & Tiny Pepperoni
Pesto Tomato Slices
Main Course
Glazed Honey Ham
Spiced Pineapple Slices
Pesto Tomato Zucchini Bake
Asparagus
Scalloped Potatoes
Herb Rolls w/ Butter
White Wine
Desserts
Chocolate Bunny Cake
Sweetened Strawberries
Italian Cookies
I had three deviled eggs, the entire main course, and a thick slice of chocolate cake.
I took home some leftover ham, potatoes, asparagus, Italian cookies, and the ass end of a chocolate bunny cake.
And this, my friends, is why I've changed today to Eater.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Paranoia and it's relativity to typing paragraphs
I don't know exactly when it started happening. My days are all running into each other. I think it's almost Saturday. I remember Thursday. What happened to the time?
I have felt rather lost. I have aspirations, and I feel like I'm not getting any closer to them. A good way to explain the way I feel is this: when you are typing a sentence, and suddenly, your cursor jumps back 3 paragraphs and you are typing the ending of your sentence in the middle of a word you'd already finished writing.
This is the type of thing I hate. Feeling like every thing's okay, yet worrying about what's to come. After you start worrying, then you can't help but worry about what's going on right now, even if everything is alright.
That cursor thing just happened while I was typing that last sentence...
I wonder if I feel so worrisome because I'm watching the movie 2012.
Paranoia sets in tonight, but tomorrow, every thing's going to be alright.
P.S.- that cursor thing happened 3 times while I typed this blog.
I have felt rather lost. I have aspirations, and I feel like I'm not getting any closer to them. A good way to explain the way I feel is this: when you are typing a sentence, and suddenly, your cursor jumps back 3 paragraphs and you are typing the ending of your sentence in the middle of a word you'd already finished writing.
This is the type of thing I hate. Feeling like every thing's okay, yet worrying about what's to come. After you start worrying, then you can't help but worry about what's going on right now, even if everything is alright.
That cursor thing just happened while I was typing that last sentence...
I wonder if I feel so worrisome because I'm watching the movie 2012.
Paranoia sets in tonight, but tomorrow, every thing's going to be alright.
P.S.- that cursor thing happened 3 times while I typed this blog.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Trains and the way things are...
I feel silly for admitting this, but the train ride from Chicago to Pittsburgh was to be my longest train ride I've ever taken. Only to this date, that is.
I was nervous about the train ride, the length of it, whether or not I'd be able to sleep, and if I'd be comfortable enough. I was thankful to have Gabi as a traveling partner, she helped to ease my nerves, considering she's traveled by train more then I have.
We were in the lower level/handicap accessible car. This was the special car, for fat people, handicapped people, and people with disabilities. Well, my disability was that I couldn't fit up the stairway to the upper deck, because I was fat. Wooohoo! I decided that was a good enough reason to sit on the lower car.
Our other passengers were of various ages, with various reasons behind their choosing to sit in the lower level car. One passenger stuck out to me. The one that seemed the most deserving of this super awesome train car was a guy that seemed to be around my age. He hadn't said much, and was sitting in the first seat on the right side of the train. I had noticed him at the station in Chicago, because someone was assisting him with his baggage, and helping him walk to a seat. I wasn't too sure what was going on with him, but I wanted to find out.
When it comes to people who may seem out of the ordinary, instead of being turned off, like most 'normal' people, I become intrigued. I gain this insane desire to find out about every aspect of their life, to hear their stories, and to know what makes them tick. This guy, was one of those people.
I finally got some balls, and went over and sat next to him. I brought a container of pineapple and strawberries. I asked if he wanted to share, and he nodded yes. I introduced myself, and asked his name. It took me a few tries to understand what he had told me. Twas not his fault, but my own hearing. His name was Kohn.I asked him if the reason for his disability had to do with an accident after birth, and he said yes. He had been hit by a car while riding his bike 17 years ago, and survived. He is just as coherent as you or me, but trapped inside a body that doesn't respond the way it used to. I've known another person with this same crippling disorder. Unfortunately, my memories of him are not as good as my memories of Kohn.
Kohn and I shared fruit, I put it in his mouth, making it so that he could enjoy it a little faster than if he had to do it himself. I don't mind helping people, and I rather enjoyed seeing him smile as I placed the sweet fruit into his mouth. Kohn told me he was vegetarian, but only since January. Luckily, most of my train snacks were meat free, so I was able to share more food with him. We were able to talk and get to know each other, and I decided I liked him. He was my type of person. He is an author, has published one book: An Obsoleted Observance in the way These Things Are (A Change In Perspective) by Kohn Ashmore. I told him I would order his book once I returned home. I did, and I have read four chapters so far.
While I was sitting with Kohn, not even 40 minutes after we had left Chicago, the lights in the train went out. It seemed a bit abnormal, but we didn't seem to be in any danger, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. However, the women in the back row began to freak out, and thought we were going to derail, and die. They also seemed to freak out every time Kohn coughed or moved, and that bothered me.
Kohn was getting off the train in Toledo, OH, which also happened to be the smoke break for our train ride. I needed a cigarette, and got off the train with Kohn. We said our goodbyes, and hugged. I will be seeing him in a week when he is in Indianapolis.
After getting back on the train, another young guy came in to say hello. He was from Gabi's hometown, and he seemed a bit wired. We gave him some pills to help him sleep, and tossed him back out of the lower level car.
The rest of the ride to Pittsburgh was pretty quiet. I read my book, stared out the window at the lights, and finally fell into a light sleep for a few hours.
We were awaken not five minutes before the train arrived at the Pittsburgh station. I wish we'd had a little more notice.
We got into the station, and had a short layover. Enough time to use the bathroom a few times, and clean up a little bit. I changed back into day clothes, and washed my face, then touched up my makeup.
Shortly before 7am, we boarded the train to Lancaster. I was able to sleep for short intervals, and awoke about 2 hours before the train was to hit our destination. I got some cereal from the snack car, and watched the mountains, rivers, and country side roll by. It seemed like we were there in no time at all.
Now all I had to do was meet the person that made my trip possible.
I was nervous about the train ride, the length of it, whether or not I'd be able to sleep, and if I'd be comfortable enough. I was thankful to have Gabi as a traveling partner, she helped to ease my nerves, considering she's traveled by train more then I have.
We were in the lower level/handicap accessible car. This was the special car, for fat people, handicapped people, and people with disabilities. Well, my disability was that I couldn't fit up the stairway to the upper deck, because I was fat. Wooohoo! I decided that was a good enough reason to sit on the lower car.
Our other passengers were of various ages, with various reasons behind their choosing to sit in the lower level car. One passenger stuck out to me. The one that seemed the most deserving of this super awesome train car was a guy that seemed to be around my age. He hadn't said much, and was sitting in the first seat on the right side of the train. I had noticed him at the station in Chicago, because someone was assisting him with his baggage, and helping him walk to a seat. I wasn't too sure what was going on with him, but I wanted to find out.
When it comes to people who may seem out of the ordinary, instead of being turned off, like most 'normal' people, I become intrigued. I gain this insane desire to find out about every aspect of their life, to hear their stories, and to know what makes them tick. This guy, was one of those people.
I finally got some balls, and went over and sat next to him. I brought a container of pineapple and strawberries. I asked if he wanted to share, and he nodded yes. I introduced myself, and asked his name. It took me a few tries to understand what he had told me. Twas not his fault, but my own hearing. His name was Kohn.I asked him if the reason for his disability had to do with an accident after birth, and he said yes. He had been hit by a car while riding his bike 17 years ago, and survived. He is just as coherent as you or me, but trapped inside a body that doesn't respond the way it used to. I've known another person with this same crippling disorder. Unfortunately, my memories of him are not as good as my memories of Kohn.
Kohn and I shared fruit, I put it in his mouth, making it so that he could enjoy it a little faster than if he had to do it himself. I don't mind helping people, and I rather enjoyed seeing him smile as I placed the sweet fruit into his mouth. Kohn told me he was vegetarian, but only since January. Luckily, most of my train snacks were meat free, so I was able to share more food with him. We were able to talk and get to know each other, and I decided I liked him. He was my type of person. He is an author, has published one book: An Obsoleted Observance in the way These Things Are (A Change In Perspective) by Kohn Ashmore. I told him I would order his book once I returned home. I did, and I have read four chapters so far.
While I was sitting with Kohn, not even 40 minutes after we had left Chicago, the lights in the train went out. It seemed a bit abnormal, but we didn't seem to be in any danger, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. However, the women in the back row began to freak out, and thought we were going to derail, and die. They also seemed to freak out every time Kohn coughed or moved, and that bothered me.
Kohn was getting off the train in Toledo, OH, which also happened to be the smoke break for our train ride. I needed a cigarette, and got off the train with Kohn. We said our goodbyes, and hugged. I will be seeing him in a week when he is in Indianapolis.
After getting back on the train, another young guy came in to say hello. He was from Gabi's hometown, and he seemed a bit wired. We gave him some pills to help him sleep, and tossed him back out of the lower level car.
The rest of the ride to Pittsburgh was pretty quiet. I read my book, stared out the window at the lights, and finally fell into a light sleep for a few hours.
We were awaken not five minutes before the train arrived at the Pittsburgh station. I wish we'd had a little more notice.
We got into the station, and had a short layover. Enough time to use the bathroom a few times, and clean up a little bit. I changed back into day clothes, and washed my face, then touched up my makeup.
Shortly before 7am, we boarded the train to Lancaster. I was able to sleep for short intervals, and awoke about 2 hours before the train was to hit our destination. I got some cereal from the snack car, and watched the mountains, rivers, and country side roll by. It seemed like we were there in no time at all.
Now all I had to do was meet the person that made my trip possible.
Morning Time
When I woke up this morning, I was surprised to see that I had 17 new email messages in my inbox. I can check email from my smartphone, so I decided to scroll through and delete all the junk. Out of those 17 emails, three were from actual human beings.
The first one from someone asking if I will dominate him. He was curious to know if I offered sessions. I do, for a price.
The next one was from someone I met while I was in New Jersey, at the bash. I haven't told you about this person yet, but I will. His email was sweet, and I was glad to wake up to that.
Lastly, and most recently sent, was an email that made me a tad upset. In short, it seemed as if a job had been taken from me by the school I just graduated from. It seems that there was a bit of confusion at the place where I was going to go and do makeup, and they thought I was still part of the school. Now, I don't know yet if they really got the job over me, but when I find out, I'll be sure to keep you updated. That would be a pretty sick April Fool's joke if it was one.
Speaking of April Fool's, I have to mention this. Bob, my live in boyfriend, is shaving right now. He had a handlebar moustache since Thanksgiving, and told me the entire time that he would shave today. I thought that was a joke. Surprisingly, he's in the bathroom right now, and he just finished shaving. I just heard him sigh, and say "Ah! I'm young again!" He just snuck around the corner, and showed me his clean shaven face. I'm happy now, I've got my boyfriend back.
I will leave you for now, as we are going to go eat the world. Chinese Buffett, here we come!
The first one from someone asking if I will dominate him. He was curious to know if I offered sessions. I do, for a price.
The next one was from someone I met while I was in New Jersey, at the bash. I haven't told you about this person yet, but I will. His email was sweet, and I was glad to wake up to that.
Lastly, and most recently sent, was an email that made me a tad upset. In short, it seemed as if a job had been taken from me by the school I just graduated from. It seems that there was a bit of confusion at the place where I was going to go and do makeup, and they thought I was still part of the school. Now, I don't know yet if they really got the job over me, but when I find out, I'll be sure to keep you updated. That would be a pretty sick April Fool's joke if it was one.
Speaking of April Fool's, I have to mention this. Bob, my live in boyfriend, is shaving right now. He had a handlebar moustache since Thanksgiving, and told me the entire time that he would shave today. I thought that was a joke. Surprisingly, he's in the bathroom right now, and he just finished shaving. I just heard him sigh, and say "Ah! I'm young again!" He just snuck around the corner, and showed me his clean shaven face. I'm happy now, I've got my boyfriend back.
I will leave you for now, as we are going to go eat the world. Chinese Buffett, here we come!
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