Coffee and Breakfast: Men Only

My decision stands this is a men only read.

Balls tired.

I am balls tired.

I thought of this breakfast last night, or if I am correct we thought of this breakfast last night.  You will have to take me out for this one since I do not know how and have not made these myself before.

Breakfast: A freshly made croissant sliced lengthwise through the middle, slightly toasted, served with real apricot preserves, and crispy bacon.  Coffee.  Lots of coffee, cream and sugar.

As I said, I am having a terrible time getting coffee that tastes any good.  Everything I get tastes one-note with no richness or depth.  It’s like watching Eyes Wide Shut with the one note playing over and over where pretty (not in reference to last night) soon you are no longer frightened or terrified.  Yuck, one-note coffee.

Yes, I know I started writing about this on my laptop back around June 2017.  I have too much to write about with too little time within which to do so, so that will have to wait for now.

What the fuck was that yesterday?!  Holy fucking hell!

I know people want words immediately when something takes place, however there is a process that only happens a certain way.  It takes time to process, filter, and sort through.  The closest comparison I can think of is an ambush.  What it felt like was being surrounded, knowing I was in danger, wanting to take my foot off the brake, slam on the gas, and get the hell out of there.  I was grateful for the set-up rain.

He is a very bright, intelligent young man behind the computer.

As the night went on – how easy it is for them.  How easy you have allowed them to have access.  Something very simple.  A process for which something like trash is released from secured possession.  They found a way to gain access.  Then, were able to use that information and apply it to other locations.  Something very small overlooked.  How ever meticulous you have been in your operation.  Something small.

Jesus, I am worried for my own safety and protection in writing this.

I hope that helps.  It’s the most I can write for now.

My decision stands for this to be a men only read as I realized when going back through my previous writings that I shared with my laptop how words are purposefully missing.  Words like – men.  I am a little more than fucking hot about this.  It feels like a sick joke.  Someone being able to be in control, be in charge who NEVER should have been allowed access.  Should never have been allowed access!

I have said and written this before, I am sick to death of writing this – I am not now nor have I ever been confused.  I am very straight-forward about who I am, the woman I am, what I like, my sexual orientation, how it will only ever be the beautiful, wonderful cock all my life and this will never change.  My eyes roll as I write this.

Blurry-eyed as I am trying to eat while writing to get this done.  I don’t know how this happens every single week.  Every week I am in a deficit.

I made another decision about seeing people.  I am no longer willing and able to view or watch films because of who I have seen.

I will write it again as in the past every time I make a decision an entire team, networks, and bullies spend their every waking moment allowing me no other alternative, but to choose opposite my already made decision.  I will no longer go to the movies, or watch a film, or show because of who I have seen.

To what end must this continue?  I have spent too many  years like this already.  I must have my life in order.  Who can live year after year without being able to have and create goals for themselves and for their own life?  I have been unable to have my own life in order.

I know they want me to “report” the error of my order with the substitution of one of my frozen meals.  God forbid I am ever allowed one order as I order it without any changes, or deletion – just as I order it.

Random voices in the night will have to wait for now.  No time.

Dinner will have to wait for now.  It is not simply that I have no time, I am unwilling now as I have been unwilling to write mediocre.  I am not willing to put out into the world something less than what I am able to do.

I have not forgotten, my men.  I am claiming them as my men.  Dinner will have to wait.  Sorry.

Over an hour to write this post.