...clothes fall off.
Sitting cross legged, naked, in an informant's house.
Posting some updates while he showers.
The voodoo bitch arrived at my home, finally. She literally looks like she is cosplaying Tia Dalma. And just as fucked up and weird.
Dreaded out hair, coffee colored skin, gorgeous eyes, and the attitude of a rattle snake. We've already come to blows once. Pretty sure one of her he's a landed its mark, as I'm bleeding.
I don't frankly care. Too pissed drunk and angry right now to care.
My housekeeper began fucking with me every five minutes, as soon as voodoo bitch arrived. 'Why's it taking so long?' 'S by is she still here?' 'M one appreciates me.' 'You're a selfish bitch by bringing her here.'
Nevermind I keep us all alive. Nevermind my money keeps this place afloat. Nevermind I have nearly died protecting her from her drug habit and atrocious spending habits.
I'm worthless. Despite keeping us alive. Despite pouring my whole soul into this place. Despite everything I do
Informant playing with my pussy as I write this. This will be interesting.
Quote from him: "Who wants to be normal? I don't care what you do, as long as I get to touch you."
The years are kinda blending together atn.. Sirry
In the kindest way, fuck anyone not allied with my Rabbits
Din't care who you serce
Nor who you used to vd...
Just 'follow yoit nosue, silly rabbit. .'
Drklpped my phone. Bit too drybk
Hon a go sleep
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Ca)l or email me if you beed to
Yeah. Call me or email when-
Dia can't come to the phone right now, I think she had a bit too much fun with me and passed out. Before she did, she very charmingly asked me if I could post this no matter what condition the editing was in before I passed out myself.
Then she bent over at the waist and puked all over my shoes, the splash damage getting all over my work clothes.
Needless to say, I wasn't pleased.
Her, slurring but sad: "Oh god, I can't believe I just pulled a '10 Things I Hate About You' on you. I'm so sorry."
" I haven't puked while drinking since... Shit. Can't remember. In at least three years."
Me, already laughing my ass off and walking away to grab her a water bottle and a towel: "It's okay. Just means I and everyone else has something to jank you about for the next forever."
She's currently sleeping it off in my guest bedroom. Let's have some fun with this, while I still have her phone.
What are the most embarrassing stories you can remember about dealing with Dia? Most fucked up story gets a reward from me, a sponsored stay for a week at Sanctuary. Bonus points if it involves sex.
Y'all have 12 hours.. starting now.
-Moses