I'm fed up with petty blows to my character as a living being. I do nothing but help people, or at least try, but it seems that when I do people take it the wrong way and it blows up in my face. OR! Or I don't do anything at all and the shit finds me. Between having a door thrown in my face by my neighbor for trying to give her ex-bf (WHO I MIGHT ADD HAD TO SLEEP OUTSIDE OF A COLD NIGHT BECAUSE SHE'S A CUNT) a blanket and these false accusations about some sort of phone harassment shit...Ha.

It's story time kids, even though I only have two watchers xD I have yet to really post anything on FA, lack of motivation and such. This one's short. Someone accused me of calling their girlfriend and telling her to leave him. First off, where did I get this number? From a person I've never heard of you say? For who?! The person you're withholding information about just to get the answer you want that you'll never get because I didn't do anything? Awesome. FYI kids, I don't just CALL people out of the blue. It generally involved a 'Hey, are you busy' text or someone having to jump down my throat like "YOU need to call this bitch, 'cause she told me she wanted you to call her". Thank you, Alyssa xD Despite what you've convinced yourselves, the cops won't be getting involved. They have better things to do than to try to track down a nameless figure for some he said she said. The best you can do is call your phone company and have it blocked. Big shock, I bet it won't be mine.

Story two: This is the big one
I live in a tiny little apartment building in a child-free neighborhood (this will be relevant later) with a bunch of 'older' folks, me being the youngest at 22 and the only one even close in age by twenty years being 23. Everyone else is 40+ and enjoys their peace and quiet, hence why I MOVED here in the first place. Anyhow, the lady downstairs is a near-fifty-year-old whore with about four boyfriends, give or take a few depending on the week. I can't even go down to get my mail without these guys trying to get into MY pants, which is gross on it's own, but this lady has it in her head that I'm trying to take them from her, take them into my place, and fuck them.
Well, after over-hearing and mostly ignoring an entire night of screaming, the guy across the way and I were invited downstairs for a bonfire. Not thinking anything of it I packed myself up and headed down, started bullshitting like we always do and come to find out this one got his ass kicked to the curl because Miss Thang downstairs is a complete nutjob. No surprise there. But instead of leaving things as they were, She had to come out and point fingers, scream, yell, the whole bit (while fucked up on pills). I sat there while she came out, yelled, called this guy a liar for saying that he was going to be outside all night (which he was), claiming that he'd be in my apartment come morning. Seven times I let this woman degrade my character as if I wasn't sitting there, seven times I didn't so much as flinch. I'd finally had it! My boyfriend of over four years was laying in the hospital, condition at that point unknown, suffering from the disease that WILL kill him. After chasing her back into her apartment, I'd had it. I was going to give this guy a blanket and a hat because it was cold and it was the right thing to do and I was going to consume myself in music, videogames, art....whatever I could get my hands on. I barely knew him and I surely didn't want to fuck him, but it'd have been inhumane of me to just leave him there with a lousy pile of wood and nothing more than what was in his suitcase. I wasn't gone more than a minute when I heard her hanging out of her front door saying the same shit like a broken record, trying to guilt this guy to 'tell the truth' by using her kid (who she wasn't supposed to have over-night anyways). As I came out, she slipped back into her doorway only to thrust her door at me (which I managed to catch, but not without damage). Having a photoshoot for the D20 Girls only days away, I couldn't exactly take one to the face, but she seemed bent on it as I kept her away from me by putting her door between us (which she broke trying to get to me). Anywho! I almost lost myself, almost turned into the person I was before and never want to be again when she screamed "I'm going to beat your ass!" Classic, right? There was a scuffle, though short, which ended as my short ass, being only 4'11", had her pinned against the wall by her hair. I'd almost lost it, almost hit her. I tried once, and purposely missed as I realized what I was doing. Violence solves nothing. Kid screaming in the background because his mommy was trying to hit the nice lady he'd met earlier....S'what he said....I hate kids, but I know how to be nice to them on occasion. It was her daughter, my 23-year-old neighbor that had to come break it up.
Damage sustained: Skinned elbow, hooker nail stab wound (now a big scar on my hand), and a sprained wrist from catching the door on a fly with no room for give. So much for the photoshoot, there was no way all of that was going to heal in time and none of it would have successful been hidden by make-up.