I Had To Buy A New Keyboard

I had wondered why my keyboards were dying. Then, I discovered the reason (sigh). The cats have been peeing in them.

Figure that one out.

I found the latest damaged keyboard with urine dripping out of it, and my new XMas MP3 player sitting in a pool of cat pee. Hoo Ray! So now I have a cheap-ass Logitech keyboard. Smaller than the other keyboards I am used to. But, on the other hand, also Spill Resistant. So when/if the cats pee into this one, it won’t die. 

Damnable beasts!

Anne

Another PS3 Written Entry (WHY??)

Writng by controler is AGONISINGLY slow (my words per mintue falls from approx. 90 (with a scary number of typos to fix ) to right about 9 words per minute (at least there fewer typos to fix, tho ). And, irritatingly enough, the PS3 seems to only have a big enough buffer for about two large paragraphs before it fills right up and won’t let me type ANYTHING anymore. Thats why today I might have several small entries in a row. Oy!

Anyway, we are still snowed in. We have been for over a week now! Western Washington State has been a small entry in the nation TV news for a few days because of all the snow, and since that is where Mama Snake makes her home…

New entry to follow soon!!

This Is Being Written On My PS3

And it is being “typed” using the ‘virtual keyboard’- that is, I am using the PS3 controller to move the cursor around the on-screen keyboard and press the ‘X’ button every time it is over the letter I want. That last sentence took several minutes to type out in this fashion, and I am pretty fast at typing like this. Except when I had to go back and fix a typo about a sentence back and it took forever to go back, one letter at a time, fix, then come back. Good lord, if I HAD to type like this for any length of time I WOULD go MUCH crazier than I already am! My son has been reading along with me as I type, and doing his best to try and guess what word I am trying to use as I use it. He’s not actually doing a very good job of it though

Man, that is enough of that, though. Time to end this HORRIFYING experiment and NEVER do it again! After all, I CAN plug in any USB keyboard and type normally. And while my USB keyboard is one of those waterproof, roll-up keyboards, it does work.

Here Is A New Story I Wrote For All Of You To Hate

You may now publicly hate on it 

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As Tharon stepped over the last of the vines, she stepped on one thick greener stalk, slightly different from the rest. Bursting from the underbrush, about 5 of the thicker, greener vines stood in the sunlight before they fell upon her. One wrapped about her waist and lifted her into the air before she could even catch her breath. The second and third gripped her clothing and began roughly tearing it from her body- in a few vision-blurred seconds, she was nude within the vine’s grasp. The top that had held in her more than ample breasts went flying, and her breasts bounced free on her chest. The cold air and the terror she felt betrayed her- her nipples hardened although she felt no sexual pleasure.

Her bottom clothing too went flying, exposing her buttocks and her clean shaven crotch- and with the sudden fear she felt, several lines of urine ran down both legs as again her body betrayed her.

The vines held her in the air as the green glade she had passed through suddenly trembled, and she screamed as the ground split. The two green fleshy lips that were exposed as the plant and soil covering peeled back smacked loudly, and a long green tongue licked those green lips. When they parted again, showing two lines of perfect white teeth and a deep wet throat, she began screaming again. Especially as two of the free vines grabbed her legs and pulled them rudely apart. Two smaller vines darted upwards, bright green eyes at the ends, and they jutted in for a rude look at her exposed vulva. The mouth below slobbered and swallowed its own saliva as she screamed.

Her arms were gripped tight to her body, breasts bouncing and wobbling as the vines treated her as nothing more than meat. Two other vines reached upward and gripped her outer sexual lips and pulled her open, plant eyes close and eagerly watching every bit. Another vine, wet with plant saliva, slid upward and tickled her clitoris before jamming itself deep inside her, again and again, deeper and harder each time, crudely and extremely painfully simulating very rough sex.

Her screams, mere howls before, became words as she repeated “No! No! NONONONO!” over and over.

That’s when the rough treatment stopped suddenly. The eyes suddenly were before her very own and a thick wet vine, wet with her own vaginal fluids, slapped her brutally across the face. Her screams stopped momentarily, and that’s when the mouth below her suddenly bellowed it’s own words.

“No? No? It’s too late for no!” The vines shook her, hard, and the eyes dipped to watch her full, massive breasts wobble and sway as she was shaken. After a moment, the eyes came back and the mouth spoke again.

“You’ve had your turn,” it said. “This is my turn now. I get to choose, not you. You came by and toggled my trap. I get to choose. I choose you!”

“I don’t want to die!” she screamed, partly because the vines had started brutally sexually assaulting her again, only this time exploring both holes between her legs.

“No one wants to die.” said the plant as it continued raping her. One vine was caressing her face, edging closer and closer to her warm, wet mouth. “I can’t think of anyone or anything I’ve eaten that wanted to die. I’ve eaten a lot of people, trust me, and not one wanted to die.” The vine had her face snaked into her mouth and began to thrust in and out of it, deep down her throat, raping her orally as well.

“And when it’s my time to die, whether something eats me or I die of old age, well, trust me there as well, I’m going to fight it just as hard as you are.” The two eyes suddenly dropped downward, out of her view, although the vaginal and rectal rapings suddenly increased in intensity and pain.

It was several hours, by the dropping of the sun, before the plant became bored and just held her in the air. Blood dripped and oozed thickly from her mouth, vulva, and anus. Her breasts, once proud and milky white, were now red and beaten, scabbed and torn. Very few inches of her skin were not at least slightly torn by the rough treatment of the plant. Her vagina and anus, both once tight and normal for a woman her age, could now have each easily held a basketball within, so badly had she been abused.

“Are you still alive?” asked the plant of Tharon. One vine about her waist gently shook her until her eyes opened. “I’m going to eat you now.”

“Why are you telling me this?” asked Tharon, croaking the words.

“well, partly to continue scaring the shit out of you,” said the plant. “And partly to let you know it;s almost over. The pain will stop soon. While I am a monster, literally, I sometimes feel a little compassion towards those not myself.”

“Why couldn’t you have just not done this to me,” gasped Tharon.

“I am a monster, a plant,” repeated the plant as it maneuvered her over the plant’s mouth. “I am not you, nor do I feel things as you meat creatures do.”

“I hate you,” said Tharon as she felt the vines about her begin to loosen. “With everything I-” She cut her words off with a small shriek as the vines let go entirely. She fell between the thick green lips, between the perfect white teeth and down the throat. The mouth shut and the ground convulsed a little as the monstrous plant swallowed.

“And gone,” mused the plant as it pulled downward. The ground covering settled back down and it pushed it’s thick green tentacles back into place. Within a few short minutes the plant cracks and snaps had ceased, and the ground was resettled into perfection. None could have told that anything untoward had occurred, save for the small and random splashes of blood here and about.

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Tell me why you hate it and why it sucks- I need the humiliation!    anne2snakie@yahoo.com

I Just Got Out Of The Hospital

Seriously. And I am still sick. I have been sick for a long time without knowing it. Seriously sick.

Last Sunday, after feeling horrible and having terrible fevers starting Friday, I went to the hoospital E.R. Well, as it turned out, one of the reasons I was feeling so bad was that I had cellulitis (AGAIN!) in my left leg. So, it was so serious that I was almost immediately admitted. They started me on an I.V.  broad-spectrum antibiotic.

2 days later they had me typed, and hung the more “properly aimed” antibiotic. Yups. I was still there 2 days later, on Tuesday.

On Friday, they were saying that I might be able to get out of the hospital.

On Saturday morning, I was told that my husband had been admitted to the hospital for pnuemonia during the night. Saturday night I was discharged and I went home.

Today I finished getting my antibiotics for oral takings. 4 pills a day for the next 9 days.

Now… on Wednesday, they gave me a transfusion. I had only ONE HALF of the red blood cells that a woman my age should have. So for a long time I have been losing blood cells faster than my bone marrow can MAKE red blood cells.

And, on Thursday, I found out that one reason my cellulitis was so bad and taking so long to heal was that my white blood cell count was 4,500. I don’t know what that means, just remember the number Someone with an infection as serious as mine should have about 10,000 to 15,000 white blood cells fighting the good fight. Possibly up to 30,000.  Now, if someone only has 1,500 that’s mega critical. I’m WAY fucking closer to being critically low than being even halfway healthy.

So my bones are not making red or white blood cells at anyway near the speed necessary to keep up. And that scares the holy living fuck out of me, because I don’t want to die an time soon and man, this can’t be good.

I will keep you all updated regularly.

Anne