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The 10,000 Songs and 10K use of the C word and other bad, bad words

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Fri, 03/30/2012 - 3:17am

I recently found upon my home computer, which is some years old, 10,000 songs which were downloaded onto it by an unknown source. I was trying to recapture a song by Noel Redding, associated with Hendrix and Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones, which I had paid for from Itunes but did not load onto my new ipod. My first ipod was with me for six years and I have it still, enshrined (no, just kidding). But in that process, I found all this stuff, and it took almost two days to load onto the new ipod, just for shits and giggles.

Lovely Miss Universe?

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Tue, 03/27/2012 - 2:38am

Oh, the hours I put into the post the was just sort of lost. I've travailed eons to write again, it was so long it would have bored anyone.

I do not know how it was deleted, I know it was something I did, but I did not press any keys; I'm dealing with a 'touch pad,' which I really fucking hate.

Well, it's gone. So we're now left with a pissed off me who has not only expressed herself eloquently and gently but then DELETED herself and does not understand how.

Invisible Meltdown

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Fri, 03/09/2012 - 10:18pm

So probably the last time I posted was the last full moon . . . .

I've missed this site and ones like it. After running on empty awhile I ran on fumes, and then I just stilled inside. This is the first urge I've had to write in a month.

I Shouldn't Find this Funny

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 7:49pm

My six year old swallowed a penny. There's one kid in every family who just has to do something like that. My best friend as a little kid and I were into eating rocks. We didn't suffer adverse effects I can remember. My ex just phoned me and reported that my younger son just told him this. My son said he did it quite a while ago, so my ex is supposing he "pooped it out" but is bringing him for an x ray tomorrow just to be sure. I didn't crack up on the phone, but sure did after the call. Oh, little one, don't eat pennies! They can just go in your piggy bank!

Can't Put A Finger On It

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Sat, 02/04/2012 - 11:43pm

I feel my base is lost.

I have experienced depression before in my life, it is an unwelcome guest. I feel myself turning away from everyone, I see it and unwillingly recognize it for what it is. I listen to Amy Winehouse now constantly, I put myself all out there for those who need from me and internally crave solitude. I keep the edge of tears inside. I do not recognize myself. The last time this happened was twenty five years ago, hello old visitor.

What kind of fuckery is this, thanks Amy, great fucking line.

Leukemia

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Sun, 01/29/2012 - 5:14am

My nience was diagnosed with it Friday. She is nine, her mother, my sister, 49. My younger sister and I were at my clinic working when my older sister called. My niece had been looking pale, was lethargic, had bleeding from her gums, lips. Bruising over her body. This is making me sick to write this, Just imagine a moment for the girl. My older sister called at 12:50. I had a session at 1:00. My younger sister and a college girl work the front desk. I came out of session and walked in to see my sister's face as she was 30 seconds into the phone call with my older sister.

A Selection For the Main Course

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Tue, 01/24/2012 - 11:02pm

NSS, in tribute . . .

Ha, fucking ha

Let our lives unfold in these unfortold fuckedup directions.

They will never overtake me, nor you. If there's any part of you that likes the blues, one last pitch for Amy. Amazing.

Here is my novella. Not all of it remains clear anymore, as dreams have the tendency to do.

My sons are asleep in their room, pee in his room, my husband in this room with me. I look back over the last six months. What am I to do with it? What kind of fuckery has this been?

Intent

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Sun, 01/22/2012 - 12:06am

Intent is real. She is out. My house is different, I feel it. She did it as poorly as she could. but the cloud is gone. I've been envisioning this since she came here. I know 2012 is going to be good, for all of us.
SHE IS OUT.
I just woke up from the deepest, dreamless sleep and am sending this. Just heard of Amy Winehouse yesterday, never heard anyone that I can relate so fucking full well love her.

I SAY NO NO NO to princess and all her bullshit. SHE'S GONE,

Thank you god for hearing me.

Acceptance

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Fri, 01/20/2012 - 4:03am

My husband told me he did not tell me of any of the developments of princess's coup because he was afraid. He likened me to his ex wife. His 25 year long existence with his vile bitch of a muthfucking asshole uncouth ex consisted of his being only as good as his last mistake. This seems quite a variable barometer. He empathized with princess that no matter what she does it will not be right in my eyes. Yassuh, dat's da truf. She will never ever ever undo the damage she has done and I will not act as if.

Special Op's and the Rolling Stones

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Submitted by princessandthepee on Wed, 01/18/2012 - 11:12pm

When I get REALLY angry I listen to "Under My Thumb" by the Rolling Stones and enjoy my love of Brian Jones and mentally flip off Mick Jagger. White hot tonight.
Special Ops Agent princess had the coup de grais this afternoon. It will be difficult for me to maintain the narrative while accurately representing the psychological complexity of it. When my rage is red, it's hard. It's white and I really don't know how to see through it. But here goes the old college try.

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