I didn’t sign up for this shit. Matthew sat on a chair, his head leaning backward, hanging over the edge of his seat. He signed up to kill shifters, not babysit one. Three days had passed since the woman passed out. She was fast asleep on the bed, her chest rose with each deep, even breath. Melanie had taken care of washing and dressing her. He was ordered outside when that all happened like he hadn’t traveled with her when she was stark naked. He shook his head then, trying not to remember it. The room smelled sickeningly like a hospital—pine sol, bleach, and illness. Matthew hated hospitals. He rubbed his arms, feeling restless the more he sat in the room. He stood up and started pacing. When the hell is she going to wake up? He paused at her bed. His eyes darted left, then right, almost expecting someone to barge in. Feeling it safe, he bent his head, taking a lock of the woman’s hair in his hand and breathed in. Lemongrass and …
It’s another riveting episode of Love and Facebook VI. I was going to change the title of this, but since I got accustomed to “Facebook, Fake Care, and Fake People” I’m keeping it as that. So, yall know how this goes, it’s another day of me not minding my business on Le Book, but I made a boo-boo this time. I commented. Yall, who sent me. But let’s get into the nitty-gritty of this short post.
The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.
Guess who’s back, back again, Judgey’s back, tell a friend, and subscribe to the blog because that’s only the right thing to do. Last time, in the Supporting Local series (until I find a clever name for it), we talked about Beast Time Fitness. Today, our focus is Apollo Legion. Apollo Legion made its debut last year and has pretty much taken the territory by storm. Created by jack-of-all-trades Charles Goodings Jr., A.K.A Pollo from right out of St. Croix, the clothing line features swimsuits, bodysuits, polo shirts, shorts, children’s apparel…
Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s’ bodies. They were prepared to shoot at her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.
So I just wanted to share one of my bad habits with everyone. To make things shorts, I don’t fix things, I replace. I’m typing this piece while staring at my cracked iPhone which I am about to replace as soon as my order arrives sometime next week…or next month…whenever the U.S Postal Service gets back to normal following this hurricane nonsense. In case you missed it, the Virgin Islands just went through two hurricanes last month. Two Category five, fuck shit up and move along hurricanes. Irma and Maria. I can’t befriend anyone with those names now because I’m convinced that anyone with those names are miserable, wicked and bad minded. Yall on time-out until January 2018.
Another day of me not minding my business. So it’s a crisp Friday afternoon in September. The 15th to be exact. Hurricane No Way Jose just lashed at us with his tail because he ain’t shit and instead of disappearing he decides to sing despacito on the ocean. He is moving SLOWLY. So you know bad weather creates bad decisions. Like…say…hacking your boyfriend’s facebook page and letting us know that he has hella hoes.
Marissa tilted her head as she regarded the stranger standing across the room. The woman looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes. Her jet-black hair was cut short and hidden under an equally dark cap. The woman held her hands to her mouth, her face covered in shock and concern.
Now this fool over here a few months back in March. I’m on “Le Book,” after 4 days of being blocked due to “copyright infringement.” Apparently, you’re not supposed to share music videos anymore. But you know what MARK maybe, MAYBE if you had removed the video from the person who actually posted it, I wouldn’t have been able to share it. How Bow Dah. Your security team is a flipping farce. Get it together. Back to what I was saying. So I’m scrolling through Facebook and I pass by a post with at least 14 images of screenshots of what appears to be someone’s infidelity. Yall know me already.
The furbaby is well on his way to being spoiled. Kori is officially 2 months old today as his birthday is March 10. So, I decided to get him a little gift! Okay, truth be told I really just wanted him to get off my hamper and find something else to sink his claws into, so I bought him a cat condo! For just $35.99 you too can give your cat something else to destroy and save your furniture–rules and restrictions may apply. Offer valid until your cat decides to do what it wants. For the sake of it and to add some new content to my Youtube Channel I uploaded a new video of me unpacking and building this contraption. Kori helped too! Sorta. Kinda. Not really. Entiwho! I’m a bit appalled at my appearance but it was about 9 p.m. when I recorded this. I was bed ready. Your girl was not cute. My stomach is fat. Hell my arms are fat too. It’s all that damn smart popcorn and other bad eating …