“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

DREAM: being alone


I had a dream where I was very ill and doctors weren’t sure what was wrong with me. A friend decided to take me out for dinner at this little diner on the highway. Despite my protests. I didn’t want to be in public, I was miserable.

We walked into the diner. 

On one side all the people I used to be friends with, (through disloyalty and cattiness) sat there with people who didn’t like me and vice versa. On the other side taking up very little room were the people who did like me and vice versa. And in the middle aisle for some strange reason sitting with Emma and Jeff, was Chad and his girlfriend.

“Well this is interesting!” My friend exclaimed, enjoying my confusion. We sat with Van.

“Oh I thought you were sitting with Chad” Van teased me.

“Har Har” I replied sarcastically.

Dinner was served, I ate in silence. I was left by myself as Van and Her husband mingled. I rested my head on the booth partition. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sit down. I raised my head to find myself nose to nose with Chad.  I was so surprised I let out a shriek. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He echoed with that monkey faced expression of his.

“I am bored!” I snapped.

“I am bored”

It took me a moment to realize he was mocking me. I smiled. “Stop it”

“Stop it” he grinned.

“I can’t you’re awesome” I tried to see if he would fall for my mind trick.

“I can’t I’m awesome” he replied.

We burst out laughing.

I woke up, chagrined that Chad was in my dream.

Perhaps it’s a lesson for me to learn.

The people I enjoy in my life are out numbered by the people I no longer trust or care about. If I’m not careful I will be all alone.

Which Teen Wolf Villain Am I


Virgo: Darach

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Jennifer: That’s right, Kali. Look at me. Look at my face. Do you know what it takes to be able to look like this, to be able to look normal?
Kali: I don’t care.
Jennifer: It takes power. Power like this.
Julia was a Druid emissary to Kali’s pack. To become an Alpha, kali had to kill her Alpha and emissary. Although Kali loved Julia and couldn’t bring herself to deliver the killing blow, she left Julia to die.

Julia made it to a sacred Druid Tree -nemeton, barely alive. The energy from the Nemeton allowed her to live until help arrive.

Julia’s near death and need for revenge transformed her into a Darach.

She changed her name to Jennifer Blake. Pretended to be a school teacher and began ritualistically murdering people in an attempt to gain more power. This to defeat The Alpha Pack during a Lunar Eclipse.

-I loved Jennifer Blake. Finding out she was the one behind the Threefold Murders in Beacon Hills and ultimately betraying Derek Hale broke my heart. However Jennifer made it up to me when she kicked Kali’s ass

Working here


I love seeing my regular customers they make smile. However it always has to be the one pretentious snotty customer who has that attitude to ruin a morning or make it difficult for everyone because they can’t be civil.


When customers think they work here:

“I want a French Vanilla Sugar free Ice coffee. Extra vanilla!”

I correct her by informing her we have sugar free vanilla not French vanilla.

“I should know I have it every day! You make sure it’s extra FRENCH vanilla!” She snaps.

Again I inform her it’s vanilla.

“I said French vanilla!”

Whatever! I don’t want to play this game anymore. I just punch in her order. 

“I will have the breakfast sandwich please” a customer asks.

I ask what kind.

“The sandwich!” He snaps.

Oh come on!

“What kind?”

“Sausage egg and hash browns one!” He snapped.

I face palm myself.

“Sir, that is a wrap not a sandwich” I politely inform him.

“If you look at the menu” he began.

“I don’t have to look at the menu, I work here sir. It’s a wrap. Would you still like the wrap or would like a sandwich instead?” I growled.

“It’s a sandwich!” He insisted.

“Ohkay just the wrap! And is that everything?”

He started to speak.

“Is that every thing?” I reiterated.

“Yes it is” he said “thank you”

“You are welcome!” 

Thanks for playing the game you are the weakest link!



I tiptoe into your bedroom. It was fairly dark. The moonlight streaming through the window allowed me to see your bed where you slept with your wife. I could hear my heart pounding so hard. The blood roaring in my ears. Oh god, how was I going to pull this off?

I quietly closed the door behind me, and felt my way towards you.

Your wife laid on her side, away me, you laid on your back. The bed covers resting comfortably at your waist.

I made one last panicked filled look back at the door. I should go. I should go now. Yet the idea of sucking your cock until you came while your wife laid sleeping turned me on so much I couldn’t help myself.

I was such a sex monster.

I knelt at the side of the bed. I swallowed nervously, as I checked to see if you were still sleeping.

Your face appeared to be so peaceful. Free of worry and stress.

I smiled. You were so handsome. I loved how your hair had gotten gray at your temples you were no longer the young man I fell in love, you grew older successful. I  Loved how your eyes would crinkle when you smiled. I eased the blanket gently with bated breath watching for any sign of movement.

You didnt stir.

You wore boxers. Cotton.  I bit my lip appreciatively. Stroking your thigh. Still no movement.

I slid my hand higher. Covering your cock.  I began to stroke you through your boxers, smiling when your cock began to stir. Thicker larger longer.


I glanced at your face. Your eyes were still closed. Your lips slightly parted. Your breathing caught in your chest when I squeezed your cock.

Were you sleeping or were you playing me?

Your boxers had a one button fly, i flicked it open, and snaked my hand inside. Your cock felt hot, throbbing under my fingers.

I pulled your cock free.

In the very little light, I could see how big you were. I stroked your cock some more. The precum oozing out. I took a swipe at it.

You tasted so good. I lazily lapped at the fat dome of your cock, while fisting your cock. My other hand rolling your balls, massaging them. Letting my saliva drip down to coat your cock. While my tongue snake around the length of your cock to catch the trickle of saliva.

“Oh fuck” your groan caught me off guard.

My tongue swirling around your balls, I froze. I glanced up at you.

Your eyes were closed, your fingers tight in the bedsheets. I grinned.

Did you think you were dreaming?

“Who you dreaming of, you naughty man?” I whispered.

I dragged my tongue back up the length of your cock, and took you deep into my mouth. The suction of my mouth, the pull of my lips drew another groan from you.

Without warning, your hands were in my hair hauling me off you. “What the fuck are you doing?” you angrily whispered.

I pouted. “What does it look like I was doing?”

“With my wife! Right there! Oh my god!” you ran your fingers through your hair, and you threw another panicked glare at her then at me. “What if she woke up!”

I placed a finger on your lips. “Shh.” I whispered. “She wont if you will be quiet.”

you were completely flabbergasted. “Are you serious! You cant be sucking my cock with her in the bed next to me.”

“Be quiet!” I snapped. My fingers circled your cock. I stroked you slowly.

You groan. “Fuck!”

I kissed you, pushing you back on the bed. “And if you are good, maybe you can watch me eat her out!”

you suddenly grip my chin, forcing me to meet your gaze. Your eyes were ablaze with a strange emotion. “no. my wife is off limits. You are mine.” you growled.

I sighed. “Who knew you were such a party pooper.”

You stroked your fingers through my hair guiding my head down.

I took my time, your groans making me hot and wet.

The other side of the bed shifted.

We both froze.

The blanket tugged, and we watched as your wife snuggled deeper into sleep.

Your eyes met mine.

I smiled around your cock.

You bit back a groan while I nipped the sensitive spot just above the throbbing vein that pulsed in your thick long cock.

“I am going to cum” you warned.

When I was going to pull away. you reminded me again.

“so do it!” I grumbled crossly. “you know how I hate to waste cum on fucking facials and body shots!”

You tried not to laugh, the sound choked off into a groan.

The first few drops of your cum shot onto my tongue. The jets of cum becoming more forceful as they shot into the back of my throat. I smiled when I stroked the last of your cum from your cock.

You sank back onto the pillows, your cock softening against your belly.

“Good night, Lover” I murmured.

“Rebecca,” you warned. “you play a very dangerous game.”

I giggled. “but you enjoy it.”

“yes. Good night. I love you”

“I love you too” I blew you a kiss.

I tip toed out of your room, closing the door behind me.

-One of my favorite sex fantasies. I love cumming to this one.



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Were my wife and I to be truly in love, soul mates even and she were to die by natural causes, murder or suicide  I would be beyond despair, would I be able to go on?

I wouldn’t know.

Would my mental capacity be in question?

I doubt it.

If I were to “see” her “ghostly figure” roaming the house would I doubt my sanity?


I would get angry. I would question the very possibility of her “haunting” me. The improbability of it. And therefore find a logical solution.

There would have to be a logical reason for me to see her plain as day.

Medication? Stress? Grief? People despising me that much?

Eliminate the improbable and find the truth.

why is it a person is always driven mad or insane at the thought of seeing their dead loved ones.

-random thoughts while watching MURDER, SHE WROTE: DEATH OF AN ANGEL and eating fish tacos

(a man driven insane by the sight of his dead wife)

Which romance movie 


Sounds about right!😢😢

I will have a half and half coffee


Apparently “half and half” is supposed to mean a “double double!”🤷‍♀️

-Wtf learn how to order your coffee! 🤦‍♀️