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Been fighting a sad losing struggle since early September, trying to entice any ladies in or around the Tampa Bay region to take serious (and especially enthusiastic) interest in my ''Pussy Licking Only'' offers I'd initially been posting exclusively on ''Craig's List'' across its multiple ''dating'' categories, only to expand outward to include posting new listings advertising the same thing on the dating websites ''Plenty of Fish'' and ''OkCupid'' in reaction to the disappointing results received from my genuine ''Long Term Relationship'' requests posted to those sites (namely, absolutely *NO* responses or interest whatsoever)... and yet, even those postings which were similarly offering "Free Unconditional Pussy Eating'' were likewise met with similar failure to attract genuine & honest attention, even leading to the eventual flagging & termination of the first ''POF'' account I'd set up for that purpose. Any ''seemingly'' genuine responses I'd received that I'd taken a chance upon (those which even, at the risk that they, too, were ''spammer-scammers,'' broke away somewhat from the common traps of being totally blatantly obvious in their dead giveaways) would rapidly collapse into oblivion usually at the point following my picture submission and then follow-up communication from the supposed ''interested party'' would cease altogether, which, of course, I was not going to be any sort of a dummy in attempting to pursue and pleadingly beg to know why all dialogue had reached a stalemate.
December 2 - 4, 2016 (Friday-Sunday)
Saturday (Dec. 3) brought with it some very interesting Pussy-related developments… the highlight of which involving another ''Panties-at-Work'' related scenario… which, this time, did not actually involve the ''hijacking'' of any unsecured panties -- what I'd encountered at my jobsite this time was a situation where I was actually presented with the opportunity to ''smell'' some ''Teenage Pussy!''
This occurred when I'd come across a set of girls' ''workout shorts'' which had been freshly worn only a several hours prior to the start of my work shift. These were the type of shorts with a ''lining panty'' sewn into the shorts, making it a permanent part of the item.
Every other time I've ever ventured to breathe-in the essence of the ''crotch area'' of these workout shorts (as many of the girls often leave them lying about or just carelessly tossed inside their lockers which they often don't secure), I'd always either smell nothing at all, the scent of laundering products, or the evidence of ''discreet perfuming.'' This was the FIRST time I'd ever been treated to an actual ''full-on'' assault of any of these girls' ''unmasked'' vaginal aroma, and it was so powerfully evident that it kept me completely spellbound to the point that I'd jokingly likened the fine alluring scent to ''Catnip for Men.'' On the ''downside'' however, the strong beautiful scent was also instrumental in simultaneously infusing within me a sense of grief & sorrow, as it was a most pitiful reminder of just how far detached I've been from not only ''Pussy'' itself as an entity but also from the tender loving embrace & acceptance of a woman… a feeling of sadness and loneliness while enraptured in a state of pure bliss.
Returning to work the following day for my next workshift, I found the pants I'd fallen so in love with still on the locker room bench -- and though the essence of pussy on them was no longer as sweet & desirable smelling as they had been during the previous workday, it was still enough to keep me pleasantly enthralled.
Ironically, it was also on Saturday that I'd begun interacting with what had become the most engaging-- and ''seemingly'' genuine & sincere --attempt to arrange a ''Pussy Licking'' meeting with a local woman who ''seemed'' to check out based on all of the online investigations I'd conducted about her, within the ranges of my current abilities (having been inspired by the documentary movie and its subsequent MTV television series, both called, ''Catfish,'' from which I'd been taking careful notes to avoid getting ''reeled in'' by frauds and con artists), but her conversational behavior in a number of our exchanges provoked me to push her to accomplish several stated & ''mandatory'' specific actions to verify that she was whom she had claimed to be, or at least who her online information had revealed about her (based upon the ''name'' she had used to identify herself as when she registered her email account).
Even though treating her so suspectly disturbed me, even while I felt I had little choice in feeling the need to do it, these instructions to her were actually an added pressure that I was placing upon her, because she had also, merely due to ''timing,'' become the unfortunate very first case in which I was implementing the newest line of defensive weapons in my arsenal in my ongoing attempts to counteract all of the charlatans and/or bullshitters and/or backsliders who were seeming to be genuine & sincere at the start but who would consistently bring an abrupt halt to any further communications on their end, usually after an exchange of photos and/or post-photos follow-up attempts to encourage them move in the direction to commit to arranging an actual get-together.
So my concern with this woman was, even IF everything did check out with her (which it all seems to be doing, thus far), there was always going to be that overlooming spectre of a sudden shutdown in progress, having seen the same pattern play out again and again.
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
''Weekend in Review''
December 5 - 8, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
True to form, even the seemingly ''sincere'' contacts of interest in my ''Free Pussy Licking'' offers met with the typical ''sudden halt'' immediately after the submission of my photographic images.
The individual who had seemed the most genuine, even to the point of jumping through all of the hoops that I'd laid out for her which made her appear to be legitimate, essentially fell silent by Monday (Dec. 5), with the exception being the submission of a grainy phone-cam ''pussy pic'' I'd received the following day... but still nothing on when or where she would like to meet for an ''in-public'' face-to-face, in-person, initial introduction.
It seemed as though this disappointment would be replaced by what clearly presented itself as a real prospect when, on Tuesday (Dec. 6), somewhere around 07:30, I'd investigated a lady from ''Clearwater'' as thoroughly as I could within the limitations of my abilities before deciding to call her via the telephone number she had supplied in her initial email contact, following which we had engaged in a long and very deep conversation (for about an hour or so), during which time I'd emailed her my photographic images before she had to get off the phone to attend to some of her personal business. Later in the evening I'd contacted her again to inquire whether or not she had received the pictures and to ask her opinion of them, as well as to supply her with my direct contact email address which I'd forgotten to include with my images in my reply back to her, but heard nothing back from her right on up to the moment when the power went out somewhere around 22:30 or somewhere in that time frame and remained out until around 23:50 or so (during which time I used the disruption of Internet service to write a reply letter to my mother by oil lamp light). Nor did I receive any follow-up email messages from her right on up into the ''Midnight Crossover'' into Thursday morning (Dec. 8), when I'd placed a follow-up call to her asking if she might have tried to call during the power outage (which I'd already known wasn't even the case) and whether or not she had received the pictures I'd transmitted to her.
During the later part of the evening prior to that date switch-over (Wed., Dec. 7) I'd deliberately reworded the introductory texts on my ''profile page'' of the alternative account I was using to announce my desire to ''Only Lick Pussy'' that I'd established on the site called ''Date Hookup'' in a desperate attempt to get that account ''flagged for removal'' and ''terminated'' by whomever/whatever would effect that desired action: the reason for which being that when I'd established this secondary ''For Pussylicking Only'' alternative account, the site looked and behaved radically differently from when I'd established the account for genuine & serious dating attempts, especially in the fact that everything that needed to be viewed would not appear, important links would not redirect properly, or in some cases not even work at all -- which resulted in the system's refusal to allow me to upload any of my images to my page: So after a couple of weeks of such ill-treatment by the new set-up (even as the original ''real dating'' account I'd set-up still operated fine, for the most part, with its ''original'' design), I'd made numerous attempts to simply delete the profile and the account altogether, but the ''link'' for that very purpose refused to honor the requests, so I resorted to the drastic measure of putting ''EVERYTHING'' imaginable that I could possibly think of that would normally ''force'' the automated system or its human operators to unceremoniously shut my shit down in a fraction of a heartbeat (particularly, ''sexually explicit language'' and ''personal contact information'') into the text field of my ''introduction'' on my ''profile page.''
Not feeling satisfied with just the ''inappropriate profile'' angle, I'd decided to ''up the ante'' by contacting virtually all of the local area women also using the site (surprisingly, not that many) and left each of them the following direct message to their ''chat log'': ''PLEASE LET ME LICK YOUR BEAUTIFUL PUSSY,'' followed by a tiny ''beating heart'' animated gif, hoping I'd offend enough women into ''flagging'' my behavior on the site, especially since I hadn't bothered to review any of their profiles to get any sense of what types of relationships/connections they we hoping for. I was actually inspired to go that route when I'd come across a profile which had recently displayed images of a fully nude middle-aged white woman in various poses on a section of beach.
It was during this time that a local girl who claimed to live in ''Holiday'' who had received one of the ''Beautiful Pussy'' chat messages said she reviewed my profile with its self-explanatory description about its content and format in actuality being a desperate attempt to get the account removed and found it hilarious, which led into the conversation developing around whether or not I liked phuq-king and if all I'd really wanted to do was to eat pussy, etc. But it wasn't until we'd both almost simultaneously suggested taking the conversation out of the ''chat'' feature and move it over into email (my recommendation, because I was nearly all set to share photos) or to phone texting (her suggestion) that the ''trick''appeared to start becoming exposed -- because rather than texting, I'd suggested that we instead engage in ''vocal'' conversation over the phone, since she had already supplied me her number through which to send SMS texts, but her excuse was that she did not like talking over the phone (...rrrrrriiiiiiight...).
But even as I was sending texts to her number through my email account-- and had received texts to my email from her as well --I felt that she was putting on a pretense saying that my SMS messages to her were not being received... so after I'd explained to her back inside the website's chat feature that I'd been sending texts to her the whole time, to which she'd claimed to have never received any of them, I decided to let the whole interaction die, and chalked the entire experience to yet another failure!
Also on Wednesday I seemed to have discovered the latest trick being played by some of these online trolls (which definitely seems to be happening here locally, but there's no telling how widespread it may be)... lifting personal information from local ''arrests & bookings'' websites and using portions of that information to attempt to make the contacts seem ''legitimate,'' I'm guessing in case some careful soul decided to conduct some form of an ''ID check'' or some-such.
On Thursday afternoon (Dec. 8) I finally decided to head out to the laundromat at ''Southgate Shopping Center'' on US Highway 19 to wash both my original comforter along with the bigger/thicker on I'd been presented with by ''Kelly,'' my new neighbor who lives directly across from my apartment, which came after a long conversation we'd had where she'd mentioned that she still has plenty of items in storage including more bed comforters than she had space for. Doing the ''regular'' laundry back at the apartment site, however, was fraught with numerous upsets, first involving some linty film that would later force me to re-wash my working pants in the bathtub, then having to ''double-pay'' on the drying because the first dryer I'd used had become severely malfunctioned.
It was around the time of my regular laundry session that I'd received in my email the ''delivery failure'' notices from the SMS texts I'd sent the previous night, at least partially confirming ''Holiday's'' claim that she had not gotten those messages, so I texted her again explaining the situation and declaring that I was still interested in getting together with her for a ''Pussy Licking Date,'' never truly expecting her to respond back -- which neither she nor ''Clearwater'' never did by the time Thursday night pulled to a final close.
''Week in Review''
December 9 - 11, 2016 (Friday-Sunday)
I brought home another stolen panty after work on Saturday (Dec. 10) that I'd managed to scrounge-up from a teenaged girl's backpack that she had left behind in one of the locker rooms at the jobsite: I thought it looked kind of familiar, thinking that it might have been one that I'd rejected very early on when I began actively pursuing these most intimate of articles of clothing.
The ''Pussy Licking'' search still came up empty, even when I began to modify some of my responses to some on the online dating websites, more or less attempting to ''lure in'' prospective recipients by seemingly engaging in ''conversations of concern'' with the mentioning of my Pussy Licking craving incorporated into the texts -- any replies I did manage to receive at all were dismissive in nature.
Related to this, I surreptitiously used the worksite's ''smartphone'' to test out how that ''Date Hookup'' website operated in that environment... and of course it passed with all sorts of flying colors -- the final confirmation for me that the website was such a screwed-up piece of shit whenever I'd tried to use it on the home computer system because they're apparently attempting to turn it into just another ''phone app.'' (During that investigation however, one of the women I'd sent a message to offering to Eat Her Pussy had texted back proclaiming that she'd welcome such an encounter, but the weekend ended without any further word from her following my acknowledgment of her message and confirmation of my desired intentions.
''Weekend in Review''
December 19 - 22, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
On Monday (Dec. 19), just prior to the end of my workshift, I received a $25 gift card for gasoline purchases at one of the fueling station chains, which complimented a $50 gift card for ''Publix'' supermarkets I'd received over the weekend (part of that whole pretentious ''Christmassy'' stuff).
Thursday morning (Dec. 22) I discovered that my apartment's outside security lights above the main entrance & exit doors-- and for a time, the main lobby ceiling fan/lights --were not operational, even after flipping the circuit switches several times. Because the wall switches, as well as the affected lights themselves, were on opposite ends of the apartment, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps someone had some knowledge of a way to disrupt select electrical paths on the building possibly in an attempt to defeat the lights' deterrent effects. It wasn't until I began to test to see if a change of bulbs would correct the problem (since I'd determined earlier that the indoor bulbs that had been temporarily affected were still functioning properly) that the function of both outside lights were restored as soon as I touched the housing of the back door's lamp, suggesting not only a loose wiring connection but also that the two outside lights, despite being polar opposites both in placement and ignition switch, share a common line.
''Week in Review''
December 26 - 29, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
Spent the entirety (very unexpectedly) of Wednesday (Dec. 28) online updating and re-publicizing my commentary videos to once again make them fully accessible on that ''Googlized'' video hosting bastardization which shall continue to go unnamed, in response to the fact that I've not only become utterly burned-out on the whole idea in general but also in response to the fact that I've about completely had it with even trying to express myself and my concerns to a wider audience given the fact that America is a nation of utter morons-- whether of the uncaring uneducated variety or the mean-spirited willfully ignorant version --who care more about drama and backbiting and perpetrating/perpetuating egomaniacal conflict... not to mention that the site designers/sustainers have continued to make their entire service cold and depressing and an unyielding hassle to use, especially for the small independent ''non-commercial'' channels. How I'll be utilizing my established ''Angelfire'' homepage which I'd been using to embed said vidcoms in the future remains an uncertainty for the moment.
Took a little time out during the day Thursday (Dec. 29) to cover the floor-level kitchen cabinet doors and drawers with a fresh coat of wood stain to address an issue with fading.
''Week in Review''
January 2 - 5, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
Canceled a brand new motorcycle insurance policy this week almost immediately after I'd signed-off on it. The madness all began during the preceding weekend when I made the decision to explore if any other insurance companies beside ''GAY-co'' (which I absolutely REFUSE to do any business with whatsoever) and my life-long insurer, (''Progressive'') offered ''stand-alone'' motorcycle insurance policies -- as the forementioned pair seemed to be the only ones offering such policies outright without forcing them to be tacked-on (or ''bundled'') with an automobile policy when I first acquired state-mandated insurance after the purchase of my very first ''motorcycle-class'' maxi-scooter.
Over the weekend I'd decided to conduct a Web-search to see if any other motorcycle insurers outside of the ''Big Two'' could be located, and one of the links led me to something called ''esurance,'' which I'd decided to try out to get a quote in hopes of finding a considerably less expensive alternative than ''Progressive,'' which I was now wanting to replace after having been with them for 18 unbroken years because of [1] still not having had my ''loyalty'' status ''upgraded'' for my 10+ years of commitment (which they said they had corrected when I'd purchased the previous year's policy) and [2] the inexplicable increase in my annual rate. The ''quoted'' rate for the year from the ''esurance'' website was so impressive that I was determined to speak further with a representative after the ''New Year'' holiday to discuss drawing up a new policy rather than doing it all online so I could address and inquire about a number of questions & issues I had concerning the website's data entry operations.
When I finally spoke with an ''esurance'' representative over the phone on Monday (Jan. 2) and tried to explain the concerns I'd had with the online data entry process (e.g. listing the incorrect ''engine displacement'' size of my model's engine, wondering why a question about existing ''automobile'' liability coverage was being presented as a mandatory question on a ''motorcycle quote'' checklist), and being assured that the ''corrected'' information was being entered on my behalf, it became apparent that not everything I'd entered into the ''online quote'' transferred over to the representative's view screen as she had originally led me to believe, which especially became apparent when important bits of information that I had included or requested was either coming up blank or switched-out altogether. So once I'd gotten the assurance from the representative that everything was corrected and entered into the system per my requests to my satisfaction (after about what felt like at least an hour on the phone), I agreed to purchase the new policy with a supposed ''temporary'' VIN until they could replace it with my motorcycle's actual VIN because she said that my bike's number could not be located (the same exact problem I'd encountered in Virginia when I traded-in the unit I'd brought over from Hawaii for the model I have currently), with the final insult being that I had been required to submit photographic images of my driver license to establish proof that it did indeed contain a ''motorcycle endorsement.''
The ''sigh of relief'' was very short lived however, as an online review of the policy they had wanted me to sign-off on once again showed uncorrected requested changes relating to my engine size and my ''MAILING'' address, along portions of the requested coverage DELETED from the list -- particularly the ''roadside assistance/towing'' and ''trip interruption'' coverage, for which I was assessed an additional charge.
Once again, I was lulled into a false sense of thinking that I had reason to be satisfied (though nowhere near happy, especially following the research I'd conducted about the company well after the fact)... until the following day (Tue., Jan. 3), when upon re-reviewing my coverage and still seeing no updated changes I called the company yet again to complain that what I was being presented with in the ''Terms and Conditions'' policy contract was both still riddled with incorrect/uncorrected information and not reflective of the types of coverage I'd agreed to, and that I was refusing to click on the ''I Accept'' button on the purchase approval page if these things were incorrect. This third representative assured me that the agreed upon policy information would ''automatically update'' as soon as I ''accepted'' the terms, and sure enough, the information was automatically revised... To Reflect a ''WHOLE NEW WAVE'' of Problems and Discrepancies!!! Now their trick was to bump me up to a $500 deductible when I'd emphatically insisted upon one set at $250, which helped to explain why the final quoted cost was so unrealistically low! So in order to correct that latest attempted hijacking I restored my originally requested ''damage/liability'' to their lower levels which had similarly been unknowingly raised without my approval during the prior revision/review but which I'd allowed to slide by because the final rate was still ridiculously lower than what ''Progressive'' was demanding. But by this time I'd finally decided that I had simply had enough and told the representative to pass along to whomever was in a position to listen and take-to-heart that because of all of these headaches-- whether they were ''tech-related,'' or due to ''individual incompetence,'' or even if due to some ''internal memo'' instructing policy-writing representatives to ''cheat the system,'' or whatever the fuck --that they had effectively lost a new and what very likely would've been a very long & loyal customer but for the fact that they couldn't do anything but frustrate one's hopes for two solid days straight trying to establish one simple insurance policy on one single old ratty-ass motorcycle, and that for all of these bitchslaps I would be making the conscious decision to stick with the ''Devil I Know'' versus the ''Devil I Don't Know,'' and requested that my policy request & purchase be CANCELED!
After concluding with that ''esurance'' fiasco, I decided to see about getting a quote from their parent company-- ''Allstate'' --to see what was different and if I could benefit from sitting down with an actual in-office agent, but their website asked so many disagreeable questions that I simply threw in the towel and called ''Progressive'' to inquire about my membership status (the rep claimed that the upgraded membership is indeed registered in their systems, even though it does not reflect anywhere else where I can access my policy information, blaming it on their ''old system'') and to inform them that because of that SNAFU and the rate increase that I was strongly considering dropping the policy altogether. The Progressive representative managed to shave my premium down considerably, but still nowhere near even ''esurance's'' highest quote. After I was satisfied with those efforts, I then inquired about the ''roadside/towing/interruption'' coverage which I'd not known anything about until my involvement with ''esurance,'' and upon learning that I could apply that to my policy as well, my final cost for renewing (just shy of the deadline) was only a few dollars less than what I'd paid for my previous year's premium.
On Wednesday (Jan. 4) I'd learned in passing about a ''free online personal ad'' website, similar to ''Craig's List,'' called, ''backpage,'' which has apparently gained some notoriety. I had pretty much lost the urge and enthusiasm for posting ''I Only Want To Lick Sweet Pussy'' types of personal ads for a good month already, almost to the point of no-interest, but just as I fell back into the soda kick when I just had to sample Pepsi's ''Slice'' line when it was first introduced as the latest gimmick, so too did I decide to test the waters of ''backpage'' to see what sort of reception, if any, I'd get from presenting similar cunnilingus offers on their ad service.
''Week in Review''
January 6 - 8, 2017 (Friday-Saturday)
Pasco County's most pathetic ''Panty Thief'' struck yet again over the weekend, where I snatched & made-off with two more pairs of Teenaged Girls' underpants from the locker rooms at my jobsite -- taking the first pair on Saturday (Jan. 7), followed by the second pair the following day (Sun., Jan. 8) after realizing that they actually were panties when I decided to investigate them more closely the second time I'd come across them, having mistakenly presumed that they had simply been a wadded pair of plain black socks that had been nonchalantly tossed upon one of the locker room benches, as is a common practice with the girls there.
''Weekend in Review''
January 30 - February 2, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
I retrieved my latest package from the post office after work Monday (Jan. 30), and due to an acute case of depression-inspired laziness exacerbated by the chilly weather I postponed sending my mother one of the two copies of Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson's memoir I'd ordered until the following afternoon (Tue., Jan. 31). Later that same evening, I'd received a text message from my mother informing me that she had ordered something for me that I was to retrieve at the local ''Home Depot,'' which I'd postponed until Thursday (Feb.2), whereupon after having the ''Customer Service'' representative contact her in order to acquire the ''order number'' which I'd not been supplied with, I was presented with a pair of ''Ray-O-Vac'' fluorescent lanterns (each of which requires eight [8] ''Size-D'' batteries to even operate) and one pack of eight alkaline ''D'' cells. Not at all thrilled with the lanterns (not only because it was a result from her still refusing to honor my request to stop sending me ''holiday-occasion'' types of gifts, but also because it ignored my request to stop sending me ''household items'' without first consulting with me in the event that I'm sent something redundant or useless to my needs, as was the case with these items), I departed with them with the intention of returning them to the store at a later date for either a cash refund or a store credit.
''Week in Review''
February 3 - 5, 2017 (Friday-Sunday)
Learned from our worksite immediate supervisor after the workshift ended Saturday (Feb. 4) that the company I'd been hired-on with had finalized a deal which would have them absorbed & incorporated into a larger company which had been working to acquire the former company, which had apparently been going on behind the scenes without our (i.e. ''lower-tier workers'') knowledge. Supposedly, a few benefits will come along with the package deal, such as better health care plan options and something called an ''open 401-k'' plan.
After work on Sunday (Feb. 5) I'd made the determined decision to ''give some money away'' (as I'd contemplated & formulated over the course of the past month or two) by means of (simultaneously for the ''very first'' and ''absolute final'' time) entering into the drawings of both the ''POWERBALL'' and ''MEGA MILLIONS'' national lotteries, along with several ''scratch-off'' local state lottery cards... even though I barely had any idea whatsoever I was doing. The initial plan was disrupted when it was revealed that any entries/purchases required ''cash only'' transactions, which meant that if I'd insisted on ''playing'' I'd have to consider taking out a cash advance on one of my credit cards, which I eventually made the decision to do later in the evening, limited to ''$200'' or ''$300'' cash advance options -- no flexibility in between. I finally came to the decision to enter a pair of ''quick pick'' drawings for each of the big prizes, as I was confronted with something considerably more complicated with the ''free choice'' options I'd also wanted to pursue. Even though the entire experience set me back $160 (which was actually about $60 less than what I'd originally intended to ''invest'' in the ), I really did not perceive it so much as a ''loss'' or ''surrender,'' given the fact that it, in a sense, it involved ''unearned'' money, weighing it against my nearly $1,000 anticipated income tax refund and the almost $50 credit/refund expected from returning those unusable ''presents'' my mother had ordered for me, so that such freely surrendered monetary credits registered as an almost ''unfelt'' submission (I was actually more upset over the fact that I would have to be assessed ''service fees'' by the credit card company for making the cash advance withdrawals). I decided not to explore the results of any of the state scratch-off cards until the national drawings on Wednesday (Feb. 8).
''Weekend in Review''
February 6 - 9, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
Immediately after work on Monday (Feb. 6) I rode back out to ''The Home Depot'' to return the camping lamps my mother had purchased for me: I was offered a ''store credit'' rather than an outright cash refund, as I'd initially suspected would be the result.
Prior to leaving the store, I decided to have a look around in their gardening & landscaping department in order to gather some ideas on what items I'd probably be needing for my planned gardening project, then returned to the apartment to more objectively assess the situation, only to finally acknowledge that choosing any spots directly outside of my north-facing windows would not allow but the tiniest amount of sunlight to shine across the area, so I came to the conclusion that my plantings would be slightly better situated in a small patchy area extended from the northeast corner section of the common patio but still out of the way of normal foot traffic (but, regrettably, making any growth that much more readily accessible to random ''fruit pickers'': upon arriving at this realization I measured out the area around the palm tree in the same location and took snapshots of the measuring activity in order to submit to the property managers along with a request to make a modification to my earlier garden approval to allow for the updated proposal.
Tuesday (Feb. 7) I was feeling down about not having any motivation to ride out to the property management office. But during my online time, and as a part of my activity revising a number of my files, I'd finally made the decision to delete those accounts on the online dating sites which I'd reserved for the hopeful purpose of enticing any local ladies to consider establishing a dialogue designed with the intended purpose of allowing me to Lick their Pussy. Curiously, it was only after I'd successfully deleted those accounts that I'd chosen to venture into the email accounts I'd reserved just for responses from those particular dating site accounts, and I came upon an email response to one of my ''Craig's List'' ''Pussy Licking'' ads that appeared in every way to be (finally) ''legit.''
The woman responding stated that she was located in Zephyrhills (quite the way aways) but said she was genuinely interested in the offer, and the very detailed nature of her email rang of sincere interest, or at least a genuine curiosity.
I replied to her email as soon as I'd finished reading it (according to ''gmail's'' time stamp, around 15:40), then proceeded to mix up a batch of tuna salad, accidentally overloading it with onions after I'd forgotten that I'd purchased two types of the bulb then felt compelled to incorporate some of the second one (the result of which would subsequently leave a strong reeking odor throughout the apartment that even through to the end of the week would not dissipate).
It was while I was still preparing my fish dish that ''Heather'' responded back slightly over an hour later. In my reply that followed soon after (for some inexplicable reason time stamped ''20:30'') I informed her that I had sent an ''invite'' alert to request that we try to continue our conversation through ''gmail's'' ''chat'' feature. We began engaging in live chat-- according to the time stamps --a few minutes shy of 18:40 (which matches my memory fairly well), and after tons of informative and playful/erotic banter for several hours we exchanged a series of photographs. We discussed get-together plan ideas, shared some personal history (some of it would be considered ''uncomfortable'' to most ''normal'' people), and discussing what we could expect from any potential Pussy Licking sessions we might be able to arrange, and did not end the conversation until ten minutes past 02:00 the following morning (Thu., Feb. 9).
Another migraine played a role in my decision to yet again postpone a venture out to the property managers to ask approval for my proposed garden. Similarly, I also put off doing bulk laundry until later in the evening, and for the second time I've had to endure a crappy, filmy, poorly washed load of clothes, thereby triggering in my mind the ultimate determination to never again utilize the apartment complex's on-site laundry facilities just for the sake of convenience and/or saving a few quarters.
''Week in Review''
February 10 - 12, 2017 (Friday-Sunday)
Despite my deliberate attempts, I could not avoid being made aware of the increased ''POWERBALL'' jackpot by means of a roadside billboard I had to pass by on Hillsborough Ave. in Tampa on my way to work Saturday (Feb. 11), thus alerting me to the [unsurprising] fact that none of the computer-selected numbers I'd been assigned had matched the big jackpot (gee... who'da guessed?). It was only then that I truly began to feel the weight of the monetary loss I'd leveled against myself, even though, as I'd stated earlier, it seemed less tangible considering the fact that the costs were derived from what was more-or-less ''unearned'' (thus less-impacting) ''income.''
Earlier that same day I noticed the ''expiration date'' on my motorcycle's registration tag and had become aware that I'd yet been alerted by the State of my approaching renewal. As I investigated the information online after I'd returned to the apartment, it seemed to become evident that Florida, unlike other states (at least those three where I've had vehicles to register before in my history), does not do its residents the courtesy to mail out registration renewal bills. Thus, it would appear that I will be required to include a ''late payment'' penalty upon renewal because of the way they set up the registration process in this state (again, unique in that they will not allow you until the end of the month posted on the decal to submit full payment).
Came upon a new opportunity at work on Sunday (Feb. 12) to steal yet another teenaged girl's panties from yet another less-than-secure situation that had presented itself.
During a very brief shopping stop on my way back from work I finally caved in, and for the very first time since I literally cannot even remember (late-1980s?) purchased a couple of packages of BACON.
''Weekend in Review''
February 13, 2017 (Monday)
Went directly to the county taxation offices immediately after work to straighten out my motorcycle registration renewal and was informed, that Florida indeed does not mail out any registration renewal ''bills'' but instead sends out renewal ''reminders'' which they admit many residents never receive. In any event, I was allowed to avoid being assessed a ''past due'' late charge but was still ''penalized'' in the form of being hijacked into some bullshit $1.50 ''surcharge'' for making the payment through the use of a credit card. Even so, I was a bit dumbstruck when the all-in final total for a ''two-year'' renewal still amounted to just barely less than $50 -- and that without the requisite ''annual vehicle inspection'' imposed by other states.
From there I made my next connection ''The Home Depot'' where I'd made my originally intended purchase of pumice porcelain-scrubbing brick along with another ''home improvement'' item purchase of a kitchen sink sprayer nozzle to switch-out the original unit that came with the apartment, only to discover not only that it would not fit properly (shattering my illusion that these things followed a ''universal standard'') but produced a jet stream barely half as strong as the originally installed unit.
22:55, Eastern Standard Time
February 14, 2017 (Tuesday)
Finally decided this morning to examine the results of my PowerBall/MegaMillions ''quick-pick'' selected numbers, and determined that I had reclaimed just enough ''prize money'' (''six dollars'') from three of the four drawings from both contests to restore the credit card cash advance surcharges I'd accrued as a result of drawing the cash in order to make the lottery purchases.
Following the revelations of the ''national'' games, I then decided to check the results of the local scratch-off tickets. Of the eight tickets I'd purchased, five held ''prizes.'' Three of the five ''$20'' tickets I'd purchased were ''winners,'' consisting of one ticket paying for itself with a ''10x'' multiplier for a ''two dollars'' prize, another appearing to contain two prizes with one of the awards paying off the price of the ticket with a ''five dollars'' win with a ''5x'' multiplier plus an additional ''five dollars'' payout located on a second spot on the same card, and the third card with a ''twenty-five dollars'' win with a ''prize doubler.'' Of the remaining cards, both ''two dollar'' ticket purchases paid for themselves, each one matching for a ''two dollars'' prize.
So in all, $140 ''invested'' (or $146, including the credit card cash advance), $110 ''reclaimed,'' leaving $30 (or $36) in the void.
20:35, Eastern Standard Time
February 17 - 20, 2017 (Friday-Monday)
Kept in contact with Heather over the weekend to arrange for our anticipated ''Pussy Licking'' encounter, working out things like meeting times, bus schedules, and going over details regarding which activities were permissible or not, etc. -- we agreed to make arrangements for Tuesday Morning (Feb. 21).
Riding to work Sunday (Feb. 19) was a worrisome experience, as I had to travel almost the full length of the trip in a thick fog that so obscured things that not only did it require me to ride without any face or eye protection due to the condensation, but riding through it was so disorienting that I'd once almost taken a (dangerous) wrong turn, and even managed to make me question my own mind on a couple of occasions, worrying that I might have overshot a couple of turn-off points even though logically thinking I'd known for a fact that I had not done so. I did not entirely enter clear space from out of the fog until I was roughly 1/4 to 1/2 mile shy of the ''Silver Mill Plaza.''
The final few minutes of my workday were significantly occupied with my having to fill out all sorts of (supposed) ''pre-hire'' documentation required as part of the work crew ''transfer'' over to the ''new'' (absorbing) company.
Before returning to the apartment after work I stopped by the local ''Publix'' supermarket to redeem my ''winning'' lottery tickets, and to debate whether or not to ''roll them over'' for any follow-up chances, rationalizing that the ''prize money'' was only reflective of cash I'd already consigned myself to part with earlier anyway... but in the end, I'd decided to try the local ''Florida State-exclusive'' local ''PowerBall-like'' game, this time randomly selecting my own set of numbers, except for one space I'd allowed for an electronic ''quick pick'' draw.
Back inside, I'd decided to record and upload a brief video tirade regarding ''President Trump,'' calling particular attention on how the ''official'' Conservative/RightWing ''Defender of the Faith''-- ''Fox News'' --was turning its back on, and actually challenging the new Administration and its tsunami of questionable & errant policy decisions and legal complications (...who'da knew that ''Fixed News'' could ever become so disgusted with their own political philosophical standard-bearers that they could be pushed to the limit and made to revolt and bite the very hand that feeds them?).
Started another chat session with Heather later in the evening Monday (Feb. 20) -- I had a chance to half-connect us together through other media, making it capable for her to receive audio speech from me by way of my camera's built-in microphone, but the audio conversation was only ''one-way'' and still required her to type out her responses, and no streamed video was received on her end.
''Extended 'Holiday' Weekend in Review''
February 21 - 23, 2017 (Tuesday-Thursday)
Heather called Tuesday morning (Feb. 21) somewhere around 07:30 saying she was about to embark, then placed a series of progress report calls from most of her connection/transfer points. Her final call, from Downtown NPR (City Hall) came at 09:45. I called back to get the details of where exactly she had been let off, then I instructed her to continue south on Madison St. and I'd meet her somewhere halfway.
To my disappointment and unexpected surprise, she was much larger (fatter) than I was anticipating, even following the admitted revelation that she had stacked on considerably more mass since the time the photographs that she had submitted to me had been taken. She also appeared to be somewhat older than the ''36-years'' she had claimed to be in her response to my personal ad.
After we shared a shower, we gradually built our way up to getting down to the business of ''Pussy Eating'' -- I was pleased to discover that her vulva, though still relatively sparse, was much hairier than I'd been expected to believe, and I really loved just how Super-Wet her pussy was soaking all over my chin.
Following a brief period of rest after the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt a woman erupt in (only for her to claim that it was actually a ''small'' one per what she's capable of experiencing), she decided not to chance getting caught short on the return bus trip, so she departed somewhere around 13:30, leaving her panties as a ''thank you'' gift of appreciation for a satisfactory & fulfilling experience.
As fate would have it, the migraine & intestinal issues I'd been feeling coming on since my waking moments launched into full-attack mode not much longer after Heather had left the apartment, and they continued to keep me in pain & misery until late the next morning (Wed., Feb. 22), when I finally felt able to reach out to her again via email to express my appreciation for her visit, to inform her of the in-hindsight fortuitous timing of her departure because of my seizing illness, and to inquire if her return trip had been less complicated & stressful than what she had to go through earlier. Heather wrote back saying that the return trip was actually worse than her earlier excursion, saying that she had not arrived back in Zephyrhills until after 19:00.
Feeling worn out & unmotivated, I wasted the rest of the day/night away and waited until the following day (Thu., Feb. 23) to ride out to the property manager's office to submit a ''seasonal advance'' payment of my rent and to request approval for a modification in where I would prefer establish my vegetable garden. -- both received instant approval.
On the trip back, rather than venturing down Little Road to begin gathering together some of the necessary gardening supplies, which in themselves were literally ''last split-second'' decisions, I chose instead to continue on to ''Dollar Tree'' to stock up on a few household supplies I'd been unable to acquire during my previous visit (at a different location), but immediately disrupted that stop and decided to venture into (of all places) ''walmart'' in order to purchase the new set of ''work shoes'' I'd had as part of my ''to-do list'' for at least the past couple of months.
Checked the local ''Florida Lotto'' numbers, matched only enough to earn a couple of ''free tickets'' (which I assumed to mean, ''two free picks'' for a subsequent drawing).
''Week in Review''
February 24 - 26, 2017 (Friday-Sunday)
Rode out to ''The Home Depot'' directly after work on Saturday (Feb. 25) to gather a number of my gardening project supplies, which during this initial visit consisted of (as far as ''ground-working materials'' were concerned) a claw hand rake, a garden trowel, several decorative border edgers, and a bag of mixing soil along with (regarding actual plantables) pre-sprouted ''starter kits'' consisting on a pair of ''bell peppers'' (one green, one red), a strawberry, and a ''Chicago fig''-- depleting the remaining balance contained on the ''gift card'' (just over $43.50) plus just shy of $8 to cover the difference --then set about tilling the soil, ripping out established root systems, laying out the physical boundaries, conditioning the native soil with the pre-packaged mix, and planting that first collection of vegetation -- a process that lasted somewhere around three hours before letting it stand a little better than ''half-completed'' until after work the following day (Sun., Feb. 26) when I repeated the process of gathering the few remaining items I still needed to complete the ''starter package'' phase of the set-up, which included acquiring a few more ''edging'' items along with ''second varieties'' of the types of items I'd already planted (a dark-purple, almost black variety of bell pepper, a larger-fruit variety of strawberry, and a ''Black Turkey'' fig), plus a packet of ''rainbow-variety'' carrots... (activity on the second day concluding roughly an hour and a half shorter than the initial phase and at an additional $30.76 cost in material).
Even though the new location was a vast improvement over my originally proposed garden site, it still wasn't enough of an improvement to supply it with the sufficient amount/intensity of sunlight recommended.
Regarding the ''seed-sprouting'' attempts I'd begun with just prior to the start of the weekend, I'd managed to confirm to-date only a single germination involving one of the ''Contender'' green beans of the half-dozen I'd tried to jump-start along with a several of the ''Blue Lake'' variety and roughly about ten of the yellow squash -- having divided all of the named seeds between the two separate mediums of cupped-soil seedling attempts and folded into perpetually moistened paper towel (the latter of which bore the sole sprouting).
Also paid my Internet bill in advance enough to (according to ''regular'' monthly billing rate) cover the ''Spring Season'' months, leaving only the electricity bill to ''guestimate'' anticipated normal usage.
''Weekend in Review'' ~ (slightly modified: Mon., Feb. 27)
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