“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”
— Mandy Hale (The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass
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First Love – the OST from my favorite Korean drama Suspicious Housekeeper (2013)
It was sung by one of the female actresses Kim So-Hyun, with Ji Bin Park and Seo Kang Joon.
Kim So Hyun would go on to star in Goblin: the Great Lonely God and numerous other great dramas.
Ji Bin Park would go on to become best cast in villain roles (like wow!) in Inspector Koo and Blind (still can’t get over it)
Seo Kang Joon was best known for Are You Human and Under Cover High.
This song is still on my playlist after all this time!
(Ahem I realized I wrote this in past tense. Everyone is still alive! 😅☺️)
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Last night was ridiculous!
Nothing like a cold shower before bed!
Did I want a cold shower? No, but someone used the hot water.
I turned on the oil heater because I was cold. no way I was going to catch a cold!
I was still cold during the night. Had to put on a sweater.
I thought Daisy would have her usual temper tantrum. I went to bed early. She usually tells me to go to bed at 9. I guess she loved how warm it got in the bedroom because she was sleeping all night!
I wonder if this is the opposite of hot flashes?🤣
maybe I am going through Bitter-pause! Cat lady – pause! 🤣
I didn’t have any sleep so I had to call in sick at 3am.
Now I am curled up in bed re-watching Life one of my favorite detective shows.
I’m trying not to give in to sleep. I really don’t want to sleep the day away. I’m so tired so exhausted….
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The hospital called me before work this morning.
I am scheduled for an ultrasound in May.
An ultrasound and an MRI? Yikes!
I’m kind of excited about Vancouver.
It’s not really a vacation.
However, I am going to try enjoy it!
- I don’t have to walk fast.
- I don’t have to mingle with people if I don’t have to.
- I can buy whatever I want.
- Eat the food I want to try. (rumblebum be damn!)
- Nobody be telling me to “wake up” when I just drifted off to sleep!
- Go where I want without waiting for someone else.
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The nap did me good.
I woke up three hours later.
I had 2 story ideas, had to quickly write them down before I forgot about them.
I drew a bit. One image.
I went to bed early though at 8pm.
I guess my body needs a lot of sleep. I realized that my body is always in flight or fight mode when I’m sleeping. Stressed, because my fingers are clenched, my jaw is clenched and my muscles refuse to relax.
I suppose my body is just anticipating more problems more pain.
I guess I have to stretch more and meditate more often.
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There is something relaxing listening to Dateline as I fall asleep.
I am going to have a nap.
I didn’t have a very good sleep last night and I was up early at 6:30 doing chores.
4 loads of laundry. Cleaning up my pharmacy ( my nightstand) had a light lunch and finally made the bed with freshly laundered sheets.
I was going to dust and put on the robot but I was too exhausted.
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There was so much drama today.
And no – I didn’t start it. I just watched it, cackling evilly.It all began with Avi.
Avi has what I can only describe as a half‑ass mentality:
“Whatever. I do what I want. I don’t care.”
That attitude doesn’t stay contained. It spreads. It drags the whole shift down with it.She took an order on my till, and when I came back, I noticed the customer was juggling kids and chaos. I asked if she wanted her order brought out. She said yes. Easy. Human. Basic customer service.
The manager turned to Avi and asked why she hadn’t offered table service.
Avi turned to me and asked why I didn’t ask.“Avi… you took the order.”
I wasn’t amused.
“You should have asked.”Her response?
“Why should I?”And that was the theme of the day — every correction, every reminder, every basic expectation was met with that same dismissive shrug. The manager tried to explain procedure. She brushed him off with an “I know, I know,” and wandered away.
By the time the regular came in and ordered eleven coffees, the tension was already simmering.
Avi made nine.
No labels.
No awareness that five had already left the building. None of the coffees were made properly. How could we know which coffees still needed to be made?“There were no stickers,” she said, as if that explained everything.
The manager was done.
He’d helped her make them.
He’d told her to label them.
And still — “I know, I know.”something in me snapped.
Not out of anger – out of urgency.
The customer was on his break. He still didn’t have his order. And Avi was standing there like the world was happening somewhere else.“Avi, go see how he’s making the coffees.”
“No, I know.”
“Avi. Go.”I pushed her toward the manager.
The runner told me that wasn’t nice.
I told her I didn’t care.
Because at that point, niceness wasn’t helping anyone.The runner finally had enough of Avi and her BS and she remade the coffees.
We apologized.
We cleaned up the mess she left behind.When I came back from break at 1:30, Avi was gone.
She’d argued with the manager – because of course she had.
And that’s when it hit me who she reminded me of.My sister.
That same stubborn refusal to be wrong.
That same defensiveness.
That same “I know, I know”I almost laughed.
My specialist in Vancouver called me to make an appointment for an MRI.
I dont mind traveling, I just dont like traveling with luggage, backpacks etc. Yuck so much extra stuff to carry.
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I loved Yue Yuewen’s parrot. However Cluck Cluck (Legend of Shen Li) is so much cuter
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I am happy the weekend is here.
I am debating on whether or not to do my chores today or over the weekend.
I really just want to curl up in bed and forget about everything.
Watch Netflix catch up on shows.
Maybe write a story. Draw or write a song.
I would love to be on my balcony and just chill. However, the integrity of the balcony is compromised. Ugh it is rotten.
Someone leaked the new Avatar the Last Air Bender movie online. It looks insane! (Zuko and Aang wow! How you doing?!)
New movie?! Imagine my shock and excitement.
I really feel bad for the animators because they spent so much time on creating this movie. It’s kind of disrespectful. However, Paramount is getting heat from the fans for not releasing the movie in theaters and instead streaming it..🤣 oh the fans are so not impressed with paramount!
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My heart almost went into failure!
I had been sleeping for a hour and half when a loud boom rattled my room.
As if someone was trying to slamming their door to get attention.
Now if I can hear it over the machine (it’s quiet but the air wheezing) over my pod cast, doesn’t scare my cat away and yet it shakes the bed? I am mystified.
I took off the mask, and cautiously climbed out of bed. Watching Daisy’s reaction, she was alert yet hadn’t moved from the bed, I was still scared.
I peeked out in the curtains, No one was outside in the parking lot. Nor in the hallway when I peeped out of the peep hole.
I’m tired I don’t have time for these shenanigans!
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Another day another brain fart:
“You know I can’t see because of my ear sight!”
“Do you want cream for your carrot muffin?”
I had been distracted by the discomfort I have been in the last couple of days. It has been getting worse so much so I have decided I have become the spokesperson for Voltaren.
Getting out of bed is an Olympic sport. How do I hurt myself is a mystery! Sometime during the night I thought I put the cpap machine back on. I had my mask on. It made sense. and went back to sleep. Well, apparently brains don’t work.
Early in the morning, I had to go to the bathroom. I was half asleep and detached the mask. No air blowing in my face. I panicked. Oh my word! I broke the machine! I sat up. Painfully. Check the machine. It was off.
That was a harbinger of things to come!
- I almost forgot to take my medicine
- I made a huge coffee mess
- Two canisters of iced coffee ran out at the same time as a huge coffee order came in.
I came home, had a light dinner and had a scorching hot shower. I wrapped myself up in a heated pad. Afterwards I took a Tylenol and rubbed Voltaren on my body.
The good news is I managed to get a doctor appointment for next week.
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An article Vincent D’Onofrio reflecting on making Law & Order: Criminal Intent
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I really miss Criminal Intent. Although Toronto: Criminal Intent has become my favorite, Bobby Goren will always have my heart!
I think it would be a great crossover if Bobby, Frankie Bateman and Henry Graffe solved a case together.
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Princess Agents is finally having a sequel?
Princess Agents was the first Chinese drama I watched back in 2018. I watched it 6x and it left me emotionally damaged. Emotionally devastated.
The acting was phenomenal, the fight choreography was amazing and I loved chemistry between Yue Yuewen, X’inger and Lan’er.
I think I waited a thousand years for Yue Yuewen and X’inger to be reunited.
I have to find the series and pray this isn’t a hoax!
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Finally wrote a story and then lost it! Went to restore it! Published the wrong version!
Ugh Mondays!
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This inspired the story lol
Becky hadnt heard the footsteps behind her when suddenly she was pushed into the tiny room marked VIP ONLY
furious at being manhandled, she whirled around to confront her assailant. “what the hell do you think you are doing?!” she demanded.
The woman closed the distance in two steps and grabbed her shirt. Pulled her in. Their mouths hit hard. Teeth knocked. Becky let out a short breath through her nose, hands half raised like she might push her off, but she didn’t.
“whoa..lady” Becky tried to speak.
The woman cut her off. Kissed her again. Faster. Rough. One hand locked at the back of Becky’s neck. The other pressed at her side, fingers digging in through fabric.
Becky staggered back a step, hit the wall. The impact knocked air out of her. She grabbed the woman’s wrists. Didn’t pull them away. Just held on.
“As much as i like getting kissed by random gorgoeus women? Who do you think you are…” Had those words really came out of her mouth, Becky wondered. Yes they did. Yet she was still reeling from the kiss this woman had given her.
“Stop talking.” The woman’s voice came out low. Tight.
She kissed her again. Slower now. Mouth firm. Controlled.
Becky exhaled through her mouth this time. Her grip shifted. Hands slid up the woman’s arms, then pinning them above the woman’s head.
Becky took her time appreciating the soft waves of blonde hair that tumbled down the woman’s shoulders. The creamy smoothness of her skin, the generous cleavage that peeked in her bralette. This woman was dressed to the nines, silk shrug, and tailored chocolate pants. A perfect treat ready to be unwrapped.
Becky blinked. Whoa what the hell was she thinking?
Her eyes travelled up to the woman’s.
One blue. One green. Both fixed on her. Becky’s insides did a funny little dance, while she got uncomfortably wet between her legs.
“Ah hello?” Becky tsked. “Who” she swept the room with a cursory glance. “Are You?”
The VIP room was small. “touch up” room for the VIPs. a dainty vanity table, plush chairs and a drink cart took up space
“Does my name really matter?” the woman asked huskily.
Becky was becoming annoyed. She didnt do these kind of games that women played. They were lost on her.
“I am here for a good time. Why dont you shut the fuck up and fuck me instead.” she bit her lip.
Becky blinked. Startled by the woman’s bravado. She again glanced around the room. Was she being punked? “Let me get this straight, out of the hundreds of people in this building? You saw me? Me? and decided to get your rocks off?”
The woman laughed. It was a delicate sound of delight. “You’re funny.” she
Becky let out a short laugh that didn’t carry any humor. “I am a real comedian”
The woman offered a seductive smile. “Dont tell me, you dont like what you see?”
The truth was, Becky indeed liked what she saw. The woman’s wrists were still gripped tightly in Becky’s hand, with the other, Becky trailed her fingers down. Caressing the curves of the woman’s breasts. Thumbing her nipple through her bralette.
The woman inhaled sharp and held it.
“What is your name?” Becky asked.
“Mora” The woman breathed.
“So Mora,” Becky eased her fingers down over Mora’s stomach, teasing the waistband of her pants. “What is your deal?”
Confusion flashed over Mora’s face. “My deal”
Becky nuzzled into Mora’s throat. “Do you really think I am stupid enough to believe you followed me, and now you want me to fuck you?” Becky chuckled. “Honey, I am not that desperate.”
Mora struggled with Becky, “How dare you!” she gasped when Becky’s head dipped lower and her breath whispered over her nipple. Through the cloth of her bralette.
“I am hardly your type,” Becky’s hand traveled upwards once more. Then flicked her bralette open. Becky sighed appreciatively at the sight of Mora’s breasts as she peeled the bralette back.
“Do you even know what my type is?” Mora shot back defensively. Becky smirked.
“Sure,” Becky thumbed and then rolled Mora’s hardened nipple between her fingers. “You dress for sucess. You want someone who has money, who is successful. A sugar daddy maybe? A man who can buy you lots of things.”
Mora squirmed. “The question was, what are you doing here trying to get me to fuck you?” Becky repeated.
Mora bit her lip, “I was dared to.”
Becky frowned. Dared? She should have felt insulted. Angry. However the only she was feeling was a restless sensation, a hungry need to see how far she could go with Mora. Curiousity killed the cat, but she wasnt a cat.
“You started this, Mora I think I will finish this” Becky mused.
Becky was enjoying Mora’s outrage, the way her breathless little protests as Becky began to nibble on her skin.
Becky savored the scent of Mora’s skin, the taste of her as she took her time sucking on one nipple then the other.
“Ooh yes,” Mora gasped as Becky whispered the naughty things she was going to do to her. “Please! please!”
Becky kissed her again. Slower. Her hands releasing Mora long enough to guide her to the plush seat. Sitting down, she guided Mora to straddle her. Stripping her off the shrug, the bralette until Mora was just in her trousers.
Mora steadied herself holding the back of the chair, as Becky kissed her abdomen.
Mora tilted her head back, surrendering, eyes fluttering shut as Becky’s palm pressed against her. Through the thin fabric, Becky rubbed slow circles, teasing, coaxing soft whimpers from her throat. Mora’s fingers clenched the cushion, legs trembling, every nerve alight with need.
“What would have had happend if things didnt go your way?” Becky asked.
“I dont know?” Mora stammered “I would have been embarrassed”
Becky chuckled. “How will they know if you successfully went through with the dare?”
Mora swallowed hard. “They are outside listening to us”
Becky made a face. “ew! That is not cool”
Becky kissed Mora once more.
Becky’s breath hitched as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Mora’s pants. Into her panties, the thin lace yielding easily. The heat she found there made her sigh. a sound of pure hunger. “God… you’re already soaked for me,” she whispered.
Mora trembled, thighs parting instinctively, her body betraying the control she tried to keep. Mora hands went to Becky’s shoulders, nails digging into her skin through her shirt as Becky’s fingers brushed against her, teasing, tracing slick lines that made her moan.
Becky was loving how Mora was trembling under her touch. Her breathless moans as Becky stroked her fingers gently at first, then firmer, pressing into the softness of her folds. Mora whimpered, her hips rocking helplessly into the rhythm of Becky’s hand.
Mora’s breath broke into jagged gasps, her body alive under Becky’s touch. Her thighs squeezed around Becky’s hand, trying to trap her there, to keep her from pulling away. Her head fell back, lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Becky’s fingers began a relentless tempo drawing out another desperate moan.
“Oh dont stop please!” Mora sobbed.
Becky looked up into Mora’s eyes, sensing her need Mora drew her leg up, and planted a foot on the plush armchair. Climbing up, she drew her other leg onto Becky’s shoulder. Balancing herself precariously on the chair, Mora stared down into Becky’s face.
“You wanted to know why I followed you in here,” Mora whispered breathlessly. “For this.”
Twisting Becky’s hair into a knot in her hand, Mora guided Becky’s face between her thighs.
Becky leaned in, tongue stroking eagerly, tasting her, groaning at the heat. her tongue teased her clit, Mora jerked at each flicker of the tongue. Trembling as Becky flicked her tongue over the tip of her clit, letting Mora barely feel her tongue before Becky clamped her lips on Mora’s clit and sucked hard.
Becky teased and played with Mora, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before easing off. Becky was enjoying every moan and plea escaping Mora’s lips.
Becky savored the taste of Mora, her fingers pumping inside her with a relentless rhythm. “Yes… yes!” Mora screamed, her body arching, trembling under Becky’s touch. Her cries mixed with ragged gasps as her hips jerked against Becky’s mouth, every stroke of Becky’s tongue and thrust of her fingers driving her closer.
Her orgasm hit like a wave, body convulsing, cream spilling down Becky’s chin and onto her fingers.
Mora sank down on Becky’s lap, a boneless heap.
“Well that was fun” Becky murmured offhand.
Mora was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.
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I had resting bitch face all day. Ugh I hate trying to smile, when I dont have to. It feels unnatural.
I wasnt grumpy. I just was oblivious to everything.
staring off into space.
During lunch, I was trying to take a customer’s order when he proceeded to tell me about our food procedures. Excuse me? Do you work here?
Customer: I want my fries crispy. For my poutine. Make sure they are extra extra crispy.
I swear I cant keep a straight face. Did I look like I wanted to punch him in the face? Because I really wanted to!
Me: We dont do crispy fries. We do fresh fries.
Customer: Every time I come in here, my fries are raw. They are undercooked. I am tired of coming in here at 12 -12:30 and having raw fries.
Bullshit. We dont serve raw food. Our fries are cooked in clean oil. We filter our oil every day. Nice try though, dumb ass. Then he said he came in at night at 12 and 12:30. Kind of hard to do that we are closed for half hour to restart the systems. Again, stop being a crybaby!
In a firmer tone, I told him we dont cook fries crispy. We cook fresh fries.
Customer: Look I dont want to argue with you! I even showed the manager. The manager even said the fries were raw.
No they didnt. They didnt say that all. We dont serve fries raw. Again. They would be thrown out if they were raw and a new batch would be cooked.
Me: Sir, do you want to have fresh fries or not?
Derpy then asked what the guy’s problem was. That was his big mistake. The customer spent 20 minutes telling Derpy how we dont follow food procedures.
Customer: I want crispy extra crispy fries. Your employee was arguing with me saying I cant have them.
Derpy: She is right. You cant have crispy fries. We have fresh fries.
Customer then goes on about his raw fries.
Derpy laughed.
Derpy: Raw? How are they raw? they are cooked to a timer. We cant mess with the timer. Our oil is filtered daily.
Customer: Well I should know! I should know because my wife told me the fries were raw!
I turned away because now I couldnt hide my laughter. His wife?! What? What the hell was he talking about?!
Customer: My wife said the fries are raw because they have no coating. and they dont snap when they break.
Derpy was holding in his annoyance.
Derpy: first of all, we dont have coating on our fries! Our fries have a 7 minute fresh period before they are tossed out.
Customer: well i am not going to argue with you. I just want crispy fries.
Derpy: well, dropping a whole basket for one order of crispy fries ruins the rest of the fries for the other guests. Do you get what I am saying? Fresh fries are the best you are going to get.
Customer: Fine I could have just gone to Burger King.
There is the door.
Customer: And another thing! How come my fish is always raw? I know you are busy during lunch? Why do you guys always pull it before they are cooked.
Well that was the wrong thing to say to Derpy.
Derpy: Do you see that guy right there?
He pointed to the owner.
Derpy: That is my boss. My boss. He is the owner and operator. He is anal about food procedures. If he ever found out about food being pulled before the timer? He would have a stroke! So I dont think anyone would be pulling fish early!
The customer was stunned speechless. He then began to stammer about Spritopia. Oh fuck sake. Get out!
Customer: I just dont understand why I cant order what I want in drive thru. If I want a sprite and fruitopia mix? I should be able to order it.
Steve by now was about to lose his shit. He had been in drive thru, listening to this exchange between Derpy and the customer. He finally told the customer he couldnt have the drink because a machine made it. There was no button for spritopia!
I dont understand why no one told the customer just to leave. If he didnt like it? get lost!
The moment the customer uttered the words “I dont want to argue with you?” he should have been asked to leave.
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“The page looks wrong, and I can’t focus,”
or“The cursor jumps or the paragraph moves and it breaks my flow”?
when the visual layout and “feel” of the page ruins my creative flow.
is it just me or does every thing have to be “just right” when writing?
writing with a pen and paper was a bit easier.
The perfect pen for me was:
- Pilot pen. perferrably purple. Hi tech Pen.
- Black roller ball fine point ink 0.5 mm
- Gel pen roller ball fine point ink 0.5 mm
- no paper mates. no blue pen, red pen.
I dont recall if i was picky about paper as long as it wasn’t grid.
I was trying to work on a story yesterday. However, the thought process was glitching because of how horrendous the formatting was. Sometimes I would like to be more knowledgeable about how to use computers, code, etc.
A GIRL OUT OF THE ORDINARY 