tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275729838988967442024-02-07T03:38:39.508-05:00Popanator's RamblingsMy insane but true ramblings. Prepare to be Popanated!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.comBlogger376125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-92215738707879179082014-08-06T20:53:00.000-04:002014-08-06T20:53:15.425-04:00Fail So, I found out today, that the worst way to start out a conversations is "So... I was looking at my sisters porn today..." Then topped it off as "Well, I mean, I'm just doing research..." Topped it off even better as, "I wanted to see if she did porn in 2001 or if she lied and really started in 2003." My poor friend is still shaking his head.<br />
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Well, poopie freaks the start of porn date was actually 1998. Not that I should care about when my sister became a porn star. The only reason I do care is she is a 210 pound version of me. No, you may not find out her porn name, don't ask. Yes, when I was searching for her, I found her through her porn site. That is a good way to find your sister after not seeing her for a couple of decades is through her porn site. Yes, my family is that fucked up in real life. I just had to get that off my chest. Also, they still wonder why I didn't have anything to do with them until December 2012... Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-82751434428425870902014-01-25T17:55:00.000-05:002014-01-25T17:55:14.342-05:00Antartic PornWow, I got a bunch of page views yesterday! Thanks, my favorite shiz biscuits! I'll still poke around once in a while, whenever the mood or my fist strikes my poo hole!<br />
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Now, today, I was looking for a warmer place to go to for the winter. Here in central Indiana, the weather is worse than I've ever remembered it. With the wind chills we are expecting next week, I found a place that would literally be warmer to go to: ANTARTICA!<br />
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While browsing around trying to find out how to book a cruise to my new tropical paradise, I actually found, no shit, ANTARTIC PORN!<br />
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I always wondered what would happen when it is -40F if you decided to take a piss outside. Would it freeze? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1h9dr6yMsag#t=46 That YouTube video answered my most burning question it would be more of a mist, an icy mist. Mmmmm.... SNOW CONES! <br />
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After that erotic video he made after his 2 year hiatus, it just made me fist my poo hole. *sigh* Can't an intelligent, mildly successful (okay, more successful than I was) woman as myself just fist her poo hole once in a while. I mean, I want Chrissy to sit on my face Cake Farts style! I would so like the chocolate icing off his poo hole! I would bury my face in those big ass cheeks and he wouldn't have to worry about any toilet paper.<br />
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I would also love to fist Chrissy Oppa Pancake Style! That is where I insert my fist into his rectom while he is going poopies! I'd pound that fist until his poopies get all squishy and resemble pancake batter! MMmm... then I'd lick them. I want to fist his shitty hairy asshole! I wonder how much lube his poopies would make!<br />
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OOoohhh yes!!! POOPIES!!! I'd wear those dirty crapped briefs over my head! Well, shiz bisques it was good to check in. I need to go fist myself now....<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-30816847322257643072013-07-28T22:16:00.002-04:002013-07-28T22:16:55.079-04:00Is the Golden Age of trolls and lolcows over???Hi, shiz bisques! Still alive and getting down Pancake Style! That is where you fuck someone up the ass while they are going poopies at the same time. Then, while you are fucking them, the poopies get all smashed and it looks like pancake batter. YUM!<br />
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Okay, I was hanging out with some fans on Saturday. These were assorted people who I used to hang with a the psych ward. I was asked about my lack of content. If you look around, not many trolls or lolcows are producing any new content. I don't know, if it is just a lack of ideas, or just a lack of motivation. There really isn't many major LOLcows/trolls anymore.<br />
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The only one I can think of at the moment that is active is Nick Bate. Poppy loves you! :) He's my brother from a different mother! I mean, his love of poopies and playing with them matches mine.<br />
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Okay, besides the new up and coming star of the interwebs, look at pretty much everyone else who was awesome. They all seem to start up in 2009, get noticed HARDCORE in 2010, start fizzling in 2011, hit rock bottom in 2012, and well, are once again nobodies in 2013. WTF happened?! I'll venture some guesses:<br />
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Christian Weston Chandler:<br />
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This was the LOLcow to end all LOLcows. The ultimate face of Autism. Autism=Chris. The Golden Age of Chris was the 2009-2010 era with all the cool videos for his troll girlfriends. He was funny and entertaining. In 2011, he decided to take it to the next level by doing his TomGirl shit. However, it ended up being an aborted story arc, when he had to end that saga. Chrissy did was every Autistic male does in their life and that is commit a violent crime and play victim and say that the victim was attacking them. Due to his probation there has been no new content since August 2011. Even though he did play the Autism card like all violent Autistic males, he still didn't get off scott free.<br />
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However, with Chrissy's cult following he can start up all over again. Seriously, there are still followers out there waiting for new content, fapping furiously fantasizing about it. My theory is, he's just too fucking lazy to capitalize on his celebrity. If I was that famous, I WOULD BE MAKING FUCKING MONEY OFF OF IT. Okay, I'll shut up about that. I'm just yelling into a void.<br />
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Chris is a good name of a turd, or an lolcow. Seriously, a lot of those Autistic fucks are named that. However, he was smarter than Christian Weston Chandler. He also had very entertaining videos, but he charged donations for people to view them. Meaning, HE MADE MONEY off of it. However, where he fucked up is, he kept retiring. After you retire so many times, people lose interest. I even up losing interest in early 2012. He just couldn't do a good enough come back and even when he tried, he would just retire again.<br />
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I love the shit out of him. I would so do him Pancake Style. He made funnier than shit YouTube videos and was even still going strong in 2012. As LOLcows go, he is the king. However, instead of being an Asspie nutjob, he was an Oxycodone addict. Also, possibly bi-polar. He did try to straighten up his life and lose weight (from what I know he still is) in 2012. That was the end of Fatboygetdown and all the degrading videos. He did lose a bunch of weight from what I heard, however, ended up in bad health. Being an overweight drug addict is not a good thing. I still hope the best for him and hopefully, he can make a comeback that doesn't involve doing something degrading.<br />
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Okay, I still get this asked what the hell happened from people who know I am the Popanator. I kind of left everyone hanging after the baby daddy saga. I hate to leave everyone with an aborted story arc. However, I admit, the inspiration and content have been low lately. I know, I suck. However, even though I love and adore poo, and I am still obsessed with it, I still have an outside life, job, psychiatric counseling, and all that shiz. Maybe I'll make a comeback, I don't know. I know, I can't let the Popanator side of me die completely. I will always be a troll in one way or another. Whether it is out and out blatant poo loving trolling, or even subtle trolling, which I have been doing lately, I can't get the troll out.<br />
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Where the fuck did he go?! I missed his retarded comedy. I guess, when my posts slowed so did his.<br />
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Okay, we all know what we have to do. We either need good trolls/lolcows to spring up and replace the dried up husks of the previous ones, or those dried up husks need to make a comeback. We need more lulz on the internet. Come on, how hard is it? I'm the only one out of the bunch that actually has a job or life. We need inspiration. Is it just me, or is humor seriously lacking from the internet now??!<br />
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2011-2013, I was in a relationship. Sure, my rental property only went to two renters. When one moved out the other one moved in. I kept the grass cut, still made sure it was clean, hell it was cleaner! I wasn't getting paid rent sadly, but I was still happy. I made sure I got in relationships with men who took good care of the property.. or so I thought.<br />
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The fat ass nurse with an annoying voice said, "Well, if you aren't using protection, then you are just trying to get pregnant."<br />
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Being sick of hearing this, "You know condoms are only 99% effective if used properly. Meaning, with all the sex I've had in my life, my number was due to come up again."<br />
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The nurse not wanting to hear this said, "Condoms only work if you use them! They don't work if you leave them on your night stand!" Why is it idiots think condoms are the end all to everything avoiding pregnancy? Even your seasoned hookers who use condoms every time end up with at least 1 or 2 nasty surprises in their life.<br />
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I finally got fed up and spoke up. "You know, condoms are only 99% effective. So is shooting yourself in the face with a shot gun to commit suicide. Most of the time, you get what you want. 1% of the time you end up with a bloody life changing mess." She walked out quietly. Now, the doctor is wanting me to go back on my meds.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-87327781146749875862013-06-03T23:42:00.002-04:002013-06-03T23:43:09.536-04:00Nick BateHey, Shiz Biscuits! I've been searching high and low on Twitter for someone who loves the POO as much as I do. I found him. There is this autistic (yes, it always has to be autistic) man on Twitter who is in love with everything fecal and scatological. His name is Nick Bate and he wishes he was in a more fecal friendly land called Canada. Hey, I think that's where my baby daddy fled to. He's probably living it up right now, in his diapers smearing shit on igloo walls. *sigh*<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Favorite Party Game</b>: Musical Anuses! "<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">anal orgy wherein men circle aroond women while music plays. When the DJ stops it (at random) they must do the nearest butt. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Each roond there is one less female than male, so whichever male is last to get his penis in a rectum is disqualified."</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Religious Beliefs</b>: "</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The world must realize that sex is the Lord's gift to mankind and that anal, the most intimate act, is the ultimate expression of Love. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">To refuse engaging in anal intercourse with one's soulmate is the rejection of God's gift. Abstinence from anal is the wickedest sin of all."</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He also loves the letter "o". It is the one that looks closest to a poopie hole. Maybe he never saw *.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Prophesy of Nick Bate</b>: "</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Prophet is charged with a Holy Crusade by The One Who Is Known as I Am. The Penetration of the Anus will usher in a new Age of Peace. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">She who shares the bodily waste of the Prophet's earthly vessel will be the Vice Queen of the Holy Kingdom of Sodomia in the New Age </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The descendants of Sodomia, birthed by the Prophet and his wife shall inherit the Earth in preparation for the Advent of the Messiah. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Sodomites will prosper on Earth and in the Kingdom of Heaven for all Eternity! Faram."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don't know if the Great Almighty Poo would approve. He's more into fecal matter than sodomy. However, Nick's page is worth a read.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-3747926244707642262013-05-12T00:29:00.001-04:002013-05-12T00:29:59.529-04:00Tard StoryI was thinking Friday, while I was working at the warehouse, about how much my life has changed. In the beginning of 2012, my life was nothing but observing one tard story after another. At work I babysat retards and I lived with my autistic brother Willie. My life now a days is tard free. I was pondering this at work when all the sudden I had to go to the toilet. It wasn't poopies like I wanted, but I still needed to take a piss.<br />
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In the shit house at work, we had to keep the light off when it wasn't in use. Whatever, I turned on the light and went into a stall. The next thing I know, my supervisor walked in and blurted out, "Hey who left the light on?!"<br />
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Well, since I am a single mom...again... I did the only thing I can. I got this job thingie. I'm working in a warehouse. It is so much different than a whorehouse where I've worked in the past. I remember interning at the whorehouse before as "The Poopy Fister!". Sometimes, I miss the good old days of going around to customers asking who needed their poo holes cleaned.<br />
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Daaaammmn that bitch in the photo has a bigger poo hole than I do. She would make my hero, Goatse jealous. Now, what was I talking about, oh, working at a warehouse. Yeah, I get annoyed when people ask if I should be lifting boxes because I'm knocked up. Some people act like they are worried that if I lift something a baby would shoot out of my cunt like a rocket. If that was true, than poo would also shoot out of my poopie hole like a rocket. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME! When I pray tonight to the Great Almighty Poo, I will ask for poo powered rockets! Imagine the fun I would have. It would be like the 4th of July every day!!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-5872025607758258272013-05-05T13:49:00.002-04:002013-05-05T13:49:29.066-04:00I'M BACK!After a very long and grueling illness, I'm back!!! Come on, you didn't think a little bug could kill me, did you? Being in and out of hospitals since October has left me unemployed once more. Well, not for long, because I start a new job next week, but yeah, you get the point.<br />
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During my last stay at the hospital on April 4th, I was laying in bed, with an IV stuck in my arm, yet again.I haven't ate or drank in 5 days. Then I saw a vision, it look like the biggest poopie I've ever seen, specked in corn with a mouth that also had corn for teeth. The giant poo floated down from the ceiling on to my bed. I thought great, I've been off my psych meds so now I'm seeing things again. But, no, this was different. The poopie spoke to me. He had a loud booming voice and said, "Oh, great priestest of the Great Almighty Poo Church, I shall spare you. You will once again, be healthy! You must however, spread the gospel of the Great Almighty Poo!" The spirit of the Great Almighty Poo floated into me, like you floating into me, or me floating into you.<br />
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I passed out. On April 5th, I woke up. I no longer felt the normal blinding pain stomach pain, I've been so used to. I actually ate and drank with no vomiting! The POO spared me! On April 6th, I went out for a walk. Yes, the sun was blinding and reflected off my pale, my face was still dry. Each day, I got healthier and healthier. I was back to enjoying delicious corn cobs! I was able to poo again! I once again had DELICIOUS CORN LADEN POO!<br />
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One month later, I feel about 10 years young than I had in years! It was a miraculous recovery! My doctor says my recovery was a little too miraculous. However, my psychatrist says I need to go back on my psych meds asap. Nah, I've been without them for a month.I don't need them! I'm full of the poo!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-44249133744655837942013-01-27T20:02:00.000-05:002013-01-27T20:02:02.234-05:00The Old DaysDamn it, I have to admit it, sometimes I miss the old days. I was working on writing my book about my adventures of 2012. I mean, it was one hell of a year. I was chewed up, spit out, and somehow succeeded. My life is better now, but damn it, sometimes I miss the fun. The fun of shit smearing, the adventure, the romance.<br />
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I was in the part of my book on Friday, where I wrote about my adventures at work. One day, I was a little peeved about the stupid shit going on, so I decided to show how I felt with art. I stood up on the toilet seat while fully on my period. I had diarrhea that day too, so I pulled down my diaper, stood up there proud and just shit and bled all over the seat and down the tank. Oh, my fucking God did it feel good! It was like a bomb went off in my poop hole. I whiped my ass with a bit of toilet paper and just wiped it on the wall in a nice brown and red streak. I pulled up my diaper and went back into work like it didn't happen. Hilarity ensued.<br />
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Driving down to Evansville this weekend, I pulled into a gas station. Now, months of all this normal training have been kind of a bore. All I do is read, do churchy stuff, volunteer, work, and all that goody good stuff. Hell, I feel guilty I have a boyfriend. Now, I'm all worried about soul mate shit and if I'll ever have one again. I decided to lighten up, do what I do best.<br />
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I walked into the gas station and went into the bathroom. I hiked up my long skirt and squated over the floor. I took a bloody shit. It was a diarrhea, period laden shit. It felt so good. Feeling inspired, I rubbed it all over the trash can. Ahhhh, the Popanator was comming back out. I went and rubbed it all over the sink and mirror. Oh, shit this feels so good. Smearing my shit, brought back delightful memories of when life was simple. When I didn't worry about being a normal adult. I loved getting back to the basic love of corn laden poo!<br />
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After my adventure, I went to my boyfriend's house, who now says I need to grow up more. I haven't quite gotten my shit together figuratively and literally. Writing in my new book "The Age of Gemini" is bringing up some old thoughts and feelings. Though 2012 sucked ass, some parts were exciting, some informative, some parts broke my heart, almost broke my spirit. I feel as though, through pain, I've grown up. But, damn it, why can't I sometimes do poo play?! Why can't I be both Popanator and Poppy? Is life supposed to be boring? I am confused. I poopy part wants to come out, like explosive diarrhea...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-36265770948143668042012-11-25T23:30:00.003-05:002012-11-25T23:30:49.130-05:00Is Popanator Dead?Okay poopie freaks, I know I have a lot of explaining to do. I have gotten a few emails asking about why I am writing about more serious things and basically what the hell happened to me. After several months of taking psych meds and intensive counseling there was a personality change in me. That is what I wanted. I basically paid people a shit load of money to change who I am. I know I have annoyed people by writing about topics like church and sobriety. I guess I am Popanating the other end of the spectrum.<br />
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Now, don't fear poopie freaks, Popanator is still an aspect of my personality. I can't kill her completely and sometimes poopie jokes just pop out. They are getting fewer and farther between though. I may come back from time to time and write a blurb.<br />
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Right now, I am trying different aspects of writing. So, the answer is no, Popanator is not dead. She is evolving. Just like all humans, she has different aspects of her personality. Yes I did create a new website as all of you noticed to write my more serious ramblings. I love writing and hope to do that for the rest of my life.<br />
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I hope that answers your questions. If not, feel free to spam my inbox and apologies for posting yet another serious blurb on the not so serious site.<br />
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I tried everything, from laxatives to enemas. The nurses in the psych ward I was spending some time in was giving me some Milk of Magnesia. That shit does not work. It tastes like day old sperm and does nothing. I bloated more and more. I looked 9 months pregnant.<br />
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Well, I finally was able to shit some unedible golf ball sized poopies. I couldn't eat that shit or smear it. I tried throwing them at the wall. Still no go. The idiot nurse said, "See, your bowels are starting to move!" I really can't blame them, they are psych ward nurses.<br />
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I finally got to talk to a Dr about my ever growing gut and painful shits. I got prescribed more heavy duty laxatives. A day later they still did not work. I took some more the next day and tried to push. I push and pushed on that shitter. I was screaming agonizing screams of pain. I was on the toilet trying to give birth for 30 min. Finally a small brick came out. I thought, FINALLY, this shit is over. WRONG!<br />
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I had another urge to push. I did. Nothing could come out. My poopie hole was in severe pain! I can shove a whole fist up there but this shit was the size of a brick. I felt down there and it was wide. It went from my vagina all the way to my tailbone. In desperation I limped back to my room with part of this monster shit hanging from my poopie hole and looked for something to break it up with. I couldn't find anything! Shit, I remembered I was in a psych ward. I found a pen. I jamed the pen in the shit brick to break it up. It didn't do any good. The pen got stuck in the middle of the brick jammed up my poopie hole.<br />
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Now, in the point of desperation I limped to the nurses with the pen still hanging out of my poopie hole crying. I was given more laxatives. Shit! Laxatives don't work. Thankfully, I was going to be discharged the next day. I threw a fit that morning until they finally discharged me. They were taking their sweet ass time about it. <br />
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My daddie was so sweet to pick me up. I knew what I had to do being the expert on shit. Hours and hours of research I knew how to solve this problem and save my life. I bought 2 bottles of enemas and 1 bottle of that disgusting laxative drink. My daddie knew what to do. I got on all fours and he shoved the first enema up my poopie hole. Finally, it broke up the brick a little bit and it was soft enough for me to shove my hand up my poopie hole and break it out brick by brick. That was brick 1 I found out.<br />
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Now, at this point I only looked 6 months pregnant. I rested for a day because that was all my asshole could tolerate. That was Monday. On Tuesday, while walking around Wal-Mart looking for my Halloween costume I felt another urge to push. Shit! I waddled to the bathroom because some pooey wet juice leeked down my leg. It was ANOTHER BRICK! Shit! I jammed my hand up my shit hole breaking it up brick by brick, trying not scream, finally sweet relief. However, at this point my ass was bleeding and now leeking pooey wet juice.Oh, well, finally it wasn't as bad. After resting and cleaning up the blood. I went shopping.<br />
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I bought my Halloween bullshit and the next thing I knew at the check-out counter was I SHIT MY PANTS! Now, I'm getting resonable sized shits, but I don't know what curse was put upon me! I did save the bricks for the trick or treaters tonight as some delicious corney taffy. Yum!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-27315143046298577122012-10-19T13:34:00.003-04:002012-10-19T13:34:49.263-04:00Anna Michelle Walters Nudes tee hee!Well, I'm home "sick" from work. Okay, you probably think I'm nuts, which I am, but I am depressed over not getting my promotion. My best friend Clyde is sick of my insanity. He said, "Pops, you are moving in a few weeks, you really don't need the money, why the hell does this bother you so much?!"<br />
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Well, the simple answer is MY EGO. Yes, it is the monster that rules my life. More important than money or poo or finding a fisting partner. It is the fact I was the most qualified, have the most IT knowledge, but my "autistic tendances" and awkwardness will always make me a peeon. That's why I care. And also I took today off because for the past fucking 6 months I've been a very very good girl. My attendence has been perfect.<br />
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Anyway, enough of my rant, here is what you came for. These were harder than fuck to find online, so you're welcome.<br />
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Anna Walters was a dumbass substitute teacher who fucked around with some ugly ass 18-year-old student. When she dumped his ugly ass he wanted revenge so he posted her nudes on twitter.<br />
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He also posted their text conversations. She got fired and the nudes were taken off twitter. The only ones you can see monstly are the censored ones. Really who wants to look at pixles?! I like the real thing.<br />
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Okay, that vagina looks wierd. really weird. her inner lips stick out too much. ick.<br />
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Well, that's the end. I'm now going on my weekend trip to cheer myself up. Hopefully I have a better weekend than she does.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-59351801509222708502012-10-18T20:08:00.001-04:002012-10-18T20:08:54.883-04:00I Hate Being FakeI decided to start this whole hygiene thing to try to get a promotion at work. Now, I'm didn't abandon my love of all things poopie and natural. However, I wanted to get noticed. I researched on line about this "hygiene" thing. It seems so weird why someone would want to get rid of their natural delicious smells, but I went out and bought me a bar of soap and shampoo.<div>
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I actually did the horrible vile act of removing all that is sticky and natural on me. It was so strange. I even took a razor and shaved all my fur. My furry pussy and legs were weird and smooth like some type of alien skin. I hate it! Instead of being furry and smelling like that musky tuna scent, my pussy smelled like strawberries and was smooth. It looked like raw chicken. Then was the tough part, shaving and washing my poo hole. I didn't see the point in this, but I have to be professional. Why is it we can't enjoy pooey squishiness at work?! It is horrible.</div>
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After that horrible bathing experience, my skin was dry and hairless. I had to lotion it up, because I'm not used to not being surounded in my squishy juices. Although, I ended up smelling more like strawberries. What the fuck is wrong with people?! Why do they think people should smell like flowers and fruit.\</div>
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After all that unpleasentness came the makeup and nail polish. Great, now completely fake. Good news is, I never got promoted. Something about mental instability or some shit. They never got over the time I went poopie on the bathroom floor and skated in it while I smeared the poo on the wall. Hey, what I do on my lunch time is my own business!</div>
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Although now its time to look for a new job, I have to keep up this hygiene shit for a little longer. What is the point? Why is it we strip away the natural beauty our bodies produce and put on flowers and fruit. Seriously, I don't understand that about some guys. If you want a shaved pussy that smells like fruit, then fuck an orange.</div>
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I have a better idea. I should start my own business and not have to worry about all the "fake" rules of the corporate world and pretend we aren't even human but some plastic ideal. What business should I start?</div>
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While I was a church today thanking the Great Almighty Poo for my great fortune, I also think of my piss ass enemy who loves to write about ways of killing me. For some reason, he can't figure out why he can't get laid. Hmmmm, if you try to murder a chick, it kinda makes other chicks not want you. Oh well, I would wish the Chris Chan fate upon him, but he's already doing it to himself.<br />
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More posts to come and soon the launching of the Popanator business. Can you picture a Popanator action figure? With fisting action!!! Imagine a Willie figure complete with a crash helmet and jack off action, because Autistics can't get laid!<br />
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I can't wait to start my own line of the Popanator action figures. I'll even make one for my senile daddie, in his honor. More to come later. My damn Uncle Tony is yelling at me to get off the web. I'll be sure to make one without teeth of him so you can put your cock in his mouth and to shut his ass up!<br />
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Now, I wish I was as good as the artist in the pic, I still had to think of something to be grateful for. I finally said, "Watching my enemy fail. Watching his life get worse and seeing him experience the pain he has caused me. I love seeing how all his failures is something he caused. I masturbate while reading about his shenanigans and how he just basically fucked up in life." The therapist gasped, so did the whole group. For two reasons, finally I said a sentence that didn't involve shit and the first time I honestly wanted to see someone fail.<br />
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Shit freaks, I've been through a lot this year. More than I would wish on my enemy, well I did wish it on him. And yes, seeing his life all apart just makes me all tingly inside. It is more satisfying than taking one of those large constipation dumps. As hard as I am struggling my life is getting better. Karma is working, I am finally getting some faith restored to me. Hey, it was Karma just doing what it does best. Is it wrong to be happy about it?<br />
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Maybe I'm just a hurt person wanting to see the universe provide some type of justice. I don't know. Emotions are a fucked up thing. I wish my psychiatrist hadn't put me on those meds. Now that I have emotions, I feel like a psycho. Okay, more of a psycho. I mean, its great I feel joy when holding a poopie and smearing it. However, some things just suck. I'm going to bed now, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-58276400284964995562012-09-21T22:06:00.000-04:002012-09-21T22:07:15.880-04:00Popanator's Getting Famous!!!!!Well, this reminds me of a few days ago, I saw my old friend Clyde. I haven't seen him since the beginning of May and he asked how my writing was going.<br />
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I said, "Oh, I quit that and very rarely write anymore. I'm out there finding myself."
Clyde looked at me at shocked and said, "You are a writer! There is no finding yourself. Don't quit!"<br />
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Well, even my little pissy efforts from this summer got noticed. Here, on of my fav Autistics Ryanthehedgehog1998, made a 21 min video ALL ABOUT ME! Grab the poopcorn, turn up your speakers because there is an issue with the sound and enjoy!<br />
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Thanks Ryan, for making me remember my dreams. Here's the vid:<br />
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So, to cheer myself up, I've been watching Chris Chan videos. You know Chris Chan knows a lot about dating. He even talked about Dating Education. He has some really good tips for the Autistic Male out there who cannot find pussy. Now, they don't apply to the Autistic female. The only good thing about being female is as long as you have a hole it will get filled. Don't knock it. Males have so many more advantages when it comes to being stronger, getting promoted faster on the job, and less likely to get raped and get those holes filled when they don't want them filled. So, here it is:
<b>Dating Tips For the Autistic Male:</b>
1.) Get a makeover. Chrissy here, has dumped his medallion and and stripped shirts. He has put on a more modern mini skirt and a bright red tank. The red is sure to attract someone's eye. The bedazzling on the ass really draw attention to dat ass!
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2.) Exercise. Women love a fit mate. They may look over your major personality defects if you have a nice fit body. Well, at least for a while. I did date someone more psycho than me for a long time, because he was, well hot. However, his disgusting personality finally got me in the end. So, exercise so you can distract the female with your hot body for a few months. As Chrissy shows you here, dancing is a good way to burn the calories.
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3.) Practice your sweet talk. Here Chrissy shows you on a date with his mom. Hopefully this is practice, however, he may just be that desperate. He practices his pick up lines over his happy meal. He tells his mom how pretty she always is. This way he can gauge what he can say on a real date.
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4.) Practice your best sex moves. Now when you finally get your girlfriend, one night stand, or prostitute into the bedroom (yeah right!), you don't want to be inexperienced. A woman likes a man with experience. In order to look like a fumbling virgin, Chrissy shows you how to practice on your blow up doll
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5.) Finally, just take what you can get. Seriously, I've seen so many dating adds of Autistic males, Chris Chan included and their standards are way too high. I always want to ask them, so what do you bring to the table? Oh, a pokemon collection. Yawn! If you have servere personality defects brought on by Autism (Hey, I'm autistic myself), you can't expect a super model unless you make a lot of $$$. No, Autistics are not a master race or anything. They are just the leaders in special ed class. Yes, I will get hate from fellow Aspies, but its true. That is why I am a curbie. So, Chrissy finally takes what he can possibly hope to get, a blow up doll. At least they had a romantic date at McD's.
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We have been together now for a blissful 6 months. We even got over the fight we had where some troll hacked his Facebook and and had him send flirty little messages to every female in sight. Facebook, is well, the devil. I admit, I love it and love posting my little ramblings about delicious scat porn I find online, but other than that, well Facebook is shit. And not in a good way. Not the delicious little corn dumplings I leak out while on my period while my boyfriend just lovingly cleans me up with his tongue. Mmmm... No, the dried up little shitties that have already turned white.<br />
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Seriously, Facebook is funny. But in other news, I am currently working as many hours as I can and saving up my pennies to make that big move to Evansville. I know, I know, in group therapy my psychiatrist said no new relationships. I've had this one since March. ;)<br />
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I remember the first time I saw him at that St Patrick's Day party and I passed out. The next thing I woke up to was his throbbing cock up my poopie hole. I was squirting some squishy ass poopies. I mean, squirting! He said he couldn't help it with my passed out body on the floor was enough to give him a raging erection. I knew it was true love. He has been searching for me for years. He was in love with me since 2001 and even showed me his closet shrine he made of me and even kept a pair of my poopie encrusted panties.<br />
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Mmmmm.... I've seen plenty of closet shrines of me, but this shit was impressive. Someone has been worshiping me for all these years, well, shit, I can't say no that! I just love the passionate fisting and ass fucking! Mmmm.... He just loves to lick my poo hole and then we kiss so deep, nothing is as romantic.<br />
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Nothing says true love like sharing each other's delicious nutty and corn laden fudge. Now, I must go back to work and dream of the day where I can be with my fisting buddy forever.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-54048761187637488112012-08-27T20:56:00.000-04:002012-08-27T20:56:51.106-04:00Period Blood CookiesWhile surfing the web, I stumbled across a delicious little recipe. Period blood cookies. You just bake like regular cookies about add period blood. Seriously, this chick, who will now be my new bestie has done it! She goes by the name cunt barf, which reminds me of this weekend after my boyfriend fucked by poopie hole he slammed his dick in my pussy. It was tuna scented blood. Here is her words of wisdom:<br />
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I love how pink it is! Mmmm... I wonder if they even smell like tuna and have a copper kind of taste. I'm kinda sad I'm not bleeding out of my cunt now. However, this woman collects period blood like I collect poopies. I believe it is a delicious form of recycling.<br />
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She really gets into period blood like I get into poopies. I'd love to lickie that poopie hole while she is bleeding out of that cunt.<br />
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I love how she just lovingly stores her cunt blood. I would love to open it up and drink it up like Kool-Aid.<br />
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I still prefer poopies, but I can respect anyone who recycles and enjoys their own bodily fluids. Poopies and period blood do go beautifully together. Everything that comes out of the body is beautiful and magical.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-47139155391778575182012-08-20T20:59:00.000-04:002012-08-20T20:59:13.899-04:00Shitting Standing UpHi poopie freaks! Popanator here again! I just spent a weekend looking over my life and pondering important things. I've been thinking of memories while going over my old stuff. My house is so packed with shit, more packed than my poopie hole. Sometimes its just too painful to go over my past and and think of all that I have lost. So, I pack the memories in little boxes and stash them.<br />
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Well, I don't want to end up on an episode of Hoarders, so I have to stop that shit. Anyway, while thinking and throwing shit away and setting shit aside for the yard sale, I've thought about how is it possible to shit standing up? I knew an autistic guy who did that. He said it fucked up his inards to sit on the toilet and shit. I am not sure how it was possible, so the autistic fuck waddled to the yard (yes he was fat AND socially akward) and pulled down his pants and took a shit. The fucker did it all standing up in the yard by the trees.<br />
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I still don't know how he did it. Maybe he screwed up his intestines by putting one too many things up his poopie hole. I don't know. It is very rare for someone to be able to do this succesfully. I should have taken a picture when I had the chance. I always wondered why if he had to shit standing up why he didn't do it over a toilet. Must be an autism thing to where they love to share all the intimate details of their life with the world.<br />
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The closest I've been able to come to shitting standing up is a shart. It is where you fart and shit leaks out. I don't know if that is the same, because it is liquid. It requires no pushing of the poopie hole muscles. So, it is just poo juice leaking out of the hole. Now, I've seen that happen right in front of me at church. The guy got so pissed off whenever I offered to help him clean it up with my tounge. Hey, I was just trying to be a helpful church lady.<br />
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Well, I'm going to keep trying shitting standing up. I always end up in a squat. However, my boyfriend would love it better if the poopies splattered on his face from higer up. He loves that shit. He loves to lay down in the bathtub while I just squat over him and just rub that delicious corn laden poo all over his furry body. Tee hee!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-9114067816975313682012-08-11T22:32:00.000-04:002012-08-11T22:32:22.009-04:00Fur FetishHi, poopie freaks. Yes, I am still hanging in there. My psychiatrist says I am doing really well. My mind is improving. With that improvement, I am starting to see things as they really are. Well, reality sucks. While I was sitting on the couch today just debating on whether to give myself a do it yourself lobotomy I decided to escape into my virtual world for a while.<br />
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One of the things that makes me hawnee I looking at hairy men. I LOVE FUR! So, here is some of the best furry pics:<br />
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Holy shit! I would love to rub my face in that furry chest. that is just about perfect.<br />
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Okay guys, why is there a pic of my mom on the internet?! Come on, that woman has been gone for a couple of years now, show some respect. At least she died doing what she loved best, choking on that cock. I feel like crying when I think about it. Hopefully some day, I'll have a job I love that much.<br />
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Fuck yeah! I love growing my cunt that furry. That way dried up corn and cum bits will always be there for when I get hungry later on. Mmmmm.... I wonder what things she has hidden in that fur pelt?<br />
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HOLY SHIT I"M GOING TO CUM!!! Now, back to the men folk.<br />
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A nice cushion to fist! Tee hee!<br />
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Mmmm... lick out the corn! See sharing my fetishes with the world just cheers me up. I hope that cheered you up to.<br />
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Popanator the poo eater!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-74227810798067305402012-08-01T15:45:00.000-04:002012-08-01T15:45:26.820-04:00Habbo Plus and Autism QuestionsOkay guys, this site is more addictive than CORN LADEN POO!!!1!! Its more addictive than my website. <a href="http://habplus.com/theclient.php">http://habplus.com/theclient.php</a> Seriously you go into your own virtual world and can build your own rooms. I built my own kitchen covered in delicious corn laden poo. Mmmm....<br />
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For some reason, I enjoy building my own little poopie fantasy. I love to have a house smeared in shit, my bedroom smeared in shit. That shit just makes me so hawnee. You can even stack poopies like my autistic brother Willie, which brings me to my next question. Why do autistic males all have a bent dick. That is the number one way to tell if a male is autistic. Case in point:<br />
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What the fuck is up with that shit? Have you ever had an Autistic dick up your poopie hole? It really stretches you out. I've fucked a few autistics in my time and now my ass is wider than Goatse. But how is this linked to Autism? Is it to keep them from reproducing? I always thought their personality and social retardedness would keep them from it.<br />
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I mean, I've seen female Autistics reproduce just fine, but that's because females have it easier. As long as you have warm vagina, it doesn't matter what you look or act like. Someone, somewhere out there will fuck you. Case in point:<br />
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Well, I will ponder those questions of the universe while I am at work again tonight.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827572983898896744.post-29264052863296533752012-07-28T22:24:00.001-04:002012-07-28T22:24:39.273-04:00How to Get Over Losing A Soul MateThere is only one way to get over a soul mate. I've been pondering a long long time on this topic and I already know the answer! You get over losing a soul mate by changing your soul! Okay, poopie freaks, if this is too serious for you, you may want to skip to the next post.<br />
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I am posting this today, because it weighed heavily on my mind since I first woke up. I have been working really hard on, well, for lack of better words "fixing myself". It has been 85 days since I first started this process. In this time I have not only found independence but I've experienced emotions I never thought I could. I've gotten over fear and learned to live how to live fearless. I've experienced joy and the crushing since of heartache. Severe heartache, the type where you don't want to get out of bed in the morning to go to work and school. But you know what, I still do it.<br />
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Now, my point. I believed I had a soul mate. Maybe at that time in my development, he was. I know, I know I was sadly mistaken. I was trapped in a situation I could not grow. If you get told over and over again you are a useless piece of shit (not the good kind) you start to believe it. If you get told over and over again you will not amount to anything and that you are not even worth saving, you believe that too. I sincerely believe it took divine intervention for me to stand up and say:<br />
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I escaped... barely. I won't get into that part. Yes, sometimes I still think about my old soul mate. Part of it is longing for an easier time. But seriously, writing this out is therapeutic. What kind of retarded bullshit makes me want to go back just to be yelled at and put down. No wonder why I had to have something numb the pain all the time.<br />
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Holy fucking shit! I'm insane. Right now, I am in a place, and yes I am independent something I thought I could never be. Not only am I surviving, I am thriving. I am getting healthier. My skin has colour! Its no longer a sickeningly pale shade of white. I have friends who care about me. Most importantly I care about me.<br />
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The nervous breakdown I had in April was a gift. If I would not have gotten fed up and told the people in my life I am not going to take it anymore, I would not have all that I have now. Yes, I am poor, but I can put money into savings today. I have little, but it is mine. Most importantly I have self-respect. I love myself and respect myself.<br />
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I read a Facebook post about me weeks ago about how I am unable to take care of myself. I can laugh at it today. I read lots of lies about me on Facebook. Accusatory slandering stuff. Today, I don't need to worry about it. The people who know me and love me as a person knows its just lies.<br />
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Yes, this year I've lost a lot. I've lost my sense of security. My "soul-mate" decided to turn on me. I'm still having rumours get back to me. However, I was shocked when young man told me he was glad he got to know me first before listening to the rumours. I was touched. There are still good people out there.<br />
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I am still learning and still growing. I know I have a lot of growing I need to do. Sometimes my soul will yearn for the past, but I have a better future on the horizon. Yes, it is a lot of hard work, but it is worth it. I am getting better each day. My soul is changing and growing.<br />
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Thank you for those who read to the end. I just needed to get this off my chest. Now, I feel a lot lighter and could go back to writing something a lot funnier.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01928604478725678019noreply@blogger.com0