For years I have skulked about, helping myself to generous portions at the DD potluck, without ever so much as bringing potato salad, or paper plates to the gathering. Join up, my inner voice urged. You can't walk in empty handed, my sense of shame laughed. And when I saw how Morbid and everyone put SO MUCH effort and care into the site, the guilt and pressure became unbearable.
DD has a Facebook page! There are occasional podcasts! Some members have posted over 10,000 times! That's a lot more work than I care to think about. A couple of bucks for a get out of guilt free card? Sold. Northern California was where I was raised, chose my college major my last semester (So my degree is really Psychologybusinesslawgeologyarthistoryrussianinternationalrelations.) So naturally, my first job was at a toy factory, where I did whatever they told me to do (it's a job, afterall) then moved on to managing a large medical group in Santa Monica. From a farm girl who didn't realize classroom 206 was on the SECOND floor, to making a gloat-worthy salary on the Westside of L.A, I was dazzled. I bought a sailboat to live part time on. Soon, LA was too small for me (and the boat was damp) So I decided to backpack around the world. Armchair traveling is one thing, Sweating your ass off in India, plus having your travel mates kidnapped out of your houseboat in Kashmir is quite another. After a bit of Europe and North Africa, I needed some stability and rest, so off I went to a kibbutz in Israel. Bomb shelters, 3 creepily gorgeous Danish roommates,, dates picking me up with their machine gun along, (then espying said roommates Birgit, Helena, and Katrina) and pesky Palestinian boys throwing rocks at my fleeing ass were what awaited me. I'm divorced, widowed, no children. Now I'm in Tucson. Clawed and eye gouged my way out of the 7th, 8th, and 9th rings of hell that I landed in after my husbands long and expensive illness. Satan was afraid to come to my block. And there was no God in that netherworld. 7th St., Long Beach Ghetto.
Oh, and my 94 yr old father has a mail order Chinese bride, who's only hobby seems to be scheming and plotting, antagonizing and crushing, me. Frequently, she stumbles across my plans to murder her via satellite beams, Japanese assassins, or glitter, and invites the nice police officers for a look-see at me. She has moved away from my Dad, down to Tucson, in order to monitor my diabolical, whorish trickery. I don't let her in my door. Currently I produce a lot of art, and that pays the rent, It buys the weed I smoke that keep the demons content. I only scratched my life's surface here, didn't make much of a dent,
but If my my lengthy intro causes Jack Burton to vent,
He's earned my very first- GET BENT!.
So thrilled to be here with all the demonites I so admire!
Blunderbuss
DD has a Facebook page! There are occasional podcasts! Some members have posted over 10,000 times! That's a lot more work than I care to think about. A couple of bucks for a get out of guilt free card? Sold. Northern California was where I was raised, chose my college major my last semester (So my degree is really Psychologybusinesslawgeologyarthistoryrussianinternationalrelations.) So naturally, my first job was at a toy factory, where I did whatever they told me to do (it's a job, afterall) then moved on to managing a large medical group in Santa Monica. From a farm girl who didn't realize classroom 206 was on the SECOND floor, to making a gloat-worthy salary on the Westside of L.A, I was dazzled. I bought a sailboat to live part time on. Soon, LA was too small for me (and the boat was damp) So I decided to backpack around the world. Armchair traveling is one thing, Sweating your ass off in India, plus having your travel mates kidnapped out of your houseboat in Kashmir is quite another. After a bit of Europe and North Africa, I needed some stability and rest, so off I went to a kibbutz in Israel. Bomb shelters, 3 creepily gorgeous Danish roommates,, dates picking me up with their machine gun along, (then espying said roommates Birgit, Helena, and Katrina) and pesky Palestinian boys throwing rocks at my fleeing ass were what awaited me. I'm divorced, widowed, no children. Now I'm in Tucson. Clawed and eye gouged my way out of the 7th, 8th, and 9th rings of hell that I landed in after my husbands long and expensive illness. Satan was afraid to come to my block. And there was no God in that netherworld. 7th St., Long Beach Ghetto.
Oh, and my 94 yr old father has a mail order Chinese bride, who's only hobby seems to be scheming and plotting, antagonizing and crushing, me. Frequently, she stumbles across my plans to murder her via satellite beams, Japanese assassins, or glitter, and invites the nice police officers for a look-see at me. She has moved away from my Dad, down to Tucson, in order to monitor my diabolical, whorish trickery. I don't let her in my door. Currently I produce a lot of art, and that pays the rent, It buys the weed I smoke that keep the demons content. I only scratched my life's surface here, didn't make much of a dent,
but If my my lengthy intro causes Jack Burton to vent,
He's earned my very first- GET BENT!.
So thrilled to be here with all the demonites I so admire!
Blunderbuss
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