2 Reasons I Haven’t Posted So Long

and one of them wasn’t my fault! Some sort of goofy thing going on with WordPress and myself. I tried to sign on one night and it didn’t take my password. So I sent off the ‘reset’ thing, got the email to change it, went to the site and reset my password, went to sign in… and the password didn’t work. So I tried the whole ‘hey I forgot,’ and got the url for the reset. Reset the password- you have to type in the pass, type it in again, and then the site tells you it’s done, go sign in! And so I went to sign in-

Password didn’t work.

For the past 3 weeks I have been trying every odd couple of days to sign in and uddin’ nuddin’. Imagine my happiness when I signed in tonight and it actually worked! Yay!

And the other reason is that I haven’t had a story to post. That was what I was going to say 3 weeks ago 🙂 Since, same thing. Now, there are a couple reasons why I dun’t have a story, but the main one is I just don’t feel the erotic urge within me. Since my husband died, my pussy has been basically dead. I managed 1 orgasm about a month ago out of habit- read a hundred stories all day before finally feeling anything and had to gently play with myself for hours before I felt anything enough for the tiniest little thing I almost hesitate to call an orgasm at all.  Now, when I am writing my vore stories, I am mostly writing to tease myself and drive myself to a state where I feel I must masturbate or die.  And since I am numb betwixt mine thighs, there is nothing to tease. No fire to build until I feel about to burst into flames.

Disappoints ME I tell you! Maybe my husband wasn’t healthy to fuck me as often as I would have liked- well, not nearly at all, really. But I was still used to fairly regular orgasms because I would masturbate in front of him and THAT drove ME crazy as well, in a very good way! But when he left me forever, he also took my sex drive with him.

So I am trying, my vore loving friends. I know that one day my pussy will wake up again. Until then, though, I will honestly try a LOT harder to check in more often 🙂 , and I am trying to get back onto yahoo and such again, so hang in there and one day I will pop into your lives mysteriously again one day!

Anne

We Have Had The Service

and now I am alone in the house that Rudy and I shared, along with our 18 yr old. He has moved out, gone out of state. Leaving me REALLY alone in the house that Rudy and I shared. Rudy occupies a thick transparent bag inside a sturdy plastic box; he’s all hard and crunchy now, like 2 heaping cups of ashes.

I am going to Grief Counseling, which is, twice monthly meetings of others who have lost spouses. Twice a month, maybe 2 hours each time.

Oh yeah, that should do the trick for me.

Anne

Gods Above, My Life

You don’t want my life. Most of the time *I* don’t want my life. I am so sorry I have been gone AGAIN with nothing to show for it on my blog or my site, but gawdamm. I have had to deal with teen drama, pre-teen drama, and pre pre-teen drama as well as my husband’s health going downhill drama and depression drama as well. Well, most of this has not been drama so much as just fucked up but there ya go.

Anyway, I have finally gotten through MOST of the bad stuff currently flooding my life with only a few things left, I hope, except that nothing ever stops does it? And some of the things in my life are only going to get worse- re: my husband’s health and re: my own health.

I have been trying to get some writing done but in the last two weeks I haven’t even been able to get behind the keyboard let alone type a story.

Here’s something I can tell you that is both horribly sad and terribly terribly pathetic. I never used to get why people used tablet computers. I thought they were dumb. Then Rudy bought one and I thought I couldn’t be left behind like this, so I started in on the horrible cycle. I bought one, a cheapo brand.

OMIGOD I understood why people liked them. I LOVED it. It was AWESOME. Then I broke it. And bought another since I bought the Walmart warranty. And broke that one. Replaced it. Broke that one. Replaced it. Broke THAT one. Replaced it.

I am not fucking kidding when I tell you that after breaking and replacing the tablet all the above times, I then BROKE and REPLACED the

NEXT

SIX

TABLETS

in a row after that. Then I told myself, Rudy, and GOD HIMSELF that I would NOT break the very next one I bought. And it was AWESOME, a Nook HD+ 16. Oh my GOD. I took this one everywhere with me.

I took it to BED with me.

I broke it six days ago.

I am hoping that Walmart still sells the Nook HD+16 this upcoming “payday” when we get our disabled checks so I can get a new one, since Barnes and Noble stopped MAKING the Nook HD+.

If I ever break this next one, I give up on them entirely. Because as much as I LOVE tablets, I might not be the person who can HAVE a tablet.

 

I Just Can’t See Any Hope For My Future

right now, I am so down right now. When Rudy dies, there goes half my income. There goes the house, too- we’re only barely able to pay for it. And we got hosed when we bought it too- the inspector who passed the house should be shot. The main supports are riddled with carpenter ants, the floors are sagging away from the beams, the electrical system should have been replaced back in **1979** and we still have it in the house, ready to short out, burn down the house and kill us. Our oldest is going to be 18 next year and when that happens, if he moves out, then WHAMMO there goes $600 off our income. Right now, if we foolishly spend $100 we don’t get to buy food for a month. What the hell am I going to do?

And my computer, right now, is probably the best one I will ever have from this point on and I was so lucky that an online friend mailed it to me when he upgraded his own system. It’s really good, but it’s also now on the lower end of good and soon won’t be able to play anything. And who can afford the new consoles coming out?

I’m 50 years old and I just can’t see any hope for myself in the years to come. I depend on my parents for help and my dad is 80, my mother in her 70’s.

On the other hand, less depressingly, I have a ton of short stories I just need to write up and post. I’ve been writing them and reading them to Rudy as, yes, I still do this, I masturbate in my chair while he watches and listens. He’s been really good at this- sometimes he really gets into it, sometimes he can’t even think of sex. He’s also my voice of reality in the stories- he says “If the snakes eat 200 women every day, Rome wouldn’t last for even a year.”

He’s right, which is why I have been building up to a storyline thing here, where the upper people in Rome have been watching this, wondering where all the women are coming from that the serpents are eating, because the new private sector coliseum usually has up to 2,000 women per DAY being swallowed by serpents, and the two government funded facilities have about 2,000 women per DAY being swallowed, and where are the women coming from?? Immigration and the birth rate don’t cover any of this, not at all… and yet the streets are still packed, half the populace is women, and the city of Rome is growing…

Ah well. I am going to try and write 1,000 to 2,000 words per day on a serious, non-vore work and see what I can do with it for real. We need money, and I KNOW I can write, I just have to stoke that fire in my belly.

Anne “I am so fucking depressed” Van Snakelover

And Then My Fucking Internet Went Out

when my cable modem died. Happy fucking day. And we can’t afford to buy a new one. We had to call our ISP (Awful Fucking Service, Inc. if you are curious) and LEASE a modem. Not even lease to OWN, just LEASE. We had to wait for it to arrive (sent via alpaca), then I had to set it up. Then I found out that’s a cable/ROUTER combo! And while not bad (kind of awesome 🙂 ) it played hob on our current network as it set up a NEW network in the house!

Anyway, I is back, and actually, I is back as well. Been online on y!m on and off (weekends are good and bad for getting hold of me- my son commandeers my pooter for sometimes 10 hours or more a day and often with friends over) looking for people. Remember- I dunno if I have a Skype account. Skype keeps fucking my poor accounts to death, keeping them chained in the corner in the cellar until finally the lack of food and constant sexual attacks do it in. So Yahoo is the best away to do it. Or ICQ- I occasionally remember I have trillian, and it does y!m and ICQ and a tonna others.

And I have been writing. Mostly MRE stories. You may not find it as your favorite setting… but I love it so much I’m working on the non-vore story to use in it 🙂 Oh man, I’m having a chick from the Native Nations come over to Rome to see what the Serpens Imbres is all about 🙂 The fame has been spreading farther and wider as time goes on. They have to keep adding serpents to keep up with all the women coming in to shower, to keep from abusing the poor serpents. So many women to eat, and m0re all the time…

Well, wanted to let everyone know what is happening. I’m feeling better, depression-wise (and thank Goodness!), so I should be making a larger impression than I have been of late. So take care my friends! The hungry beasts in our section of the world should be stuffed with women again soon!

First, A Skype Post

Skype is a horrible program. It is terrible, when it works. And I can never get it to work. Tonight I tried to sign in to talk to people. Well, I couldn’t sign in- wouldn’t take my name and password. So I clicked the link to go to the password reset page.

On that page, you are to enter your email addy and they will send you an email. In that email, you can either click a link and it will automagically do the busy work for you and then all you have to do is enter the new password. Well, when I click that link it tells me “Sorry that password token is not recognized, please try entering it again or get another password token.” Well, fuck sticks. There is also a 55 (it’s long is the point) character code you can enter manually if the link doesn’t work. Well, I go to the page were you can enter the code. I do so, hit submit, and get the reply on the next page: “Sorry that password token is not recognized, please try entering it again or get another password token.”

So the prog doesn’t take my name and password. And when I go to reset things so I can get in, it won’t let me because it is sending me the wrong info and the wrong links to fix things,.

Fuck Skype. I hate the interface when it does work. It’s like playing with diseased vaginal discharge. I hate it.

Now y!m I like. The Yahoo messenger interface and program isn’t perfect by any means but the fucker works and it works well. So if you want to chat with me online, try y!m. At least the fucker works.

I Am WORSE Than A Stupid Fucking Cunt

After killing four tablets, Rudy and I came up with a plan- we bought a case for tablets, A cover-like container for the tablet. Straps on each corner of the tablet to hold it to the case. A cover that flips over to protect the front. Then a magnet that holds the cover shut like a book with a magnet. Even if I drop it, God forbid, it protects the tablet.

Then, a lanyard around that’s at the ‘binding’, so there’s a strap that I can put around my wrist. So that when I do drop it, it swings around in the air instead of crashing to the ground and breaking, like TWO of my tabbies already have.

And it already saved my latest tabbie from the death that the OTHER two of my tabbies have died from- dropping into the toilet, horribly enough. I was standing next to the toilet and taken care of some work when I had to walk over to the toilet and reach for something on the tank. Well, I live with TWO men in the house, my hubbie and my now 17 yr old son, so of COURSE the lid has to be up in case they have to piss and don’t have the time to lift the lid and their bladders explode. Of course, they still have to lift the seat but that’s not a prob, is it? Sigh.

Anyway, I lost my grip right over the sea of water and it was only the lanyard that saved the tabbie from another watery death. Thank God for the lanyard!

Just this morning, I was in a daze and of COURSE I was reading on the tabbie. I was in the bathroom and sitting down taking care of my business. I wiped myself clean and I remember starting to stand up I started to fuzz out from sleepiness…

And then I burst back into full wakefulness when I discovered I had Turned Around, Taken The Lanyard Off My Wrist, And I Had THROWN THE TABLET INTO THE TOILET.

I SCREAMED and bent and tore the tabbie in it’s case out of the piss filled toilet and ran to the counter, crying, pulling the tablet from the case and wiping it off. Amazingly, I wiped off what piss water there was and the tablet seemed to still work. And after it cycled and restarted, it turned on and WORKED.

It actually worked- the tablet itself had stayed out of the water except for some drops on the top and sides and it was only the case that was pissed on.

I am now no longer allowed to take the tablet into the bathroom. At all. Good lord, I can’t believe I did this. I was crying and shaking this morning because I was an amazingly stupid fucking cow.

I hate myself.

I Am Such A Clumsy Fucking Cunt

You all know what a tablet PC is. Those tiny computers as big as a sheet of paper. Well, I bought one a year and some ago. Had it two weeks and broke it.

Then this year I bought another one for Christmas. Dropped it in the toilet (RE: clumsy fucking cunt, et al), destroyed it. Used my extended warranty and replaced it.

Dropped it and broke it a week later.  Used my extended warranty and replaced it.

I was at the doctors with Rudy the other day and DROPPED IT. WHAMMO! Broken. That’s #3 since Christmas this year. ONLY A MONTH AGO.

Waiting until payday until I can replace it with the extended warranty. Rudy is going to staple, sew, and glue it to my hand so I can’t drop this one.

Oh, but I bet Wonder Cunt can figure out a way to destroy it.

Of Course, Sometimes Reality Isn’t Perfect Either

There is nothing wrong with this woman, at all.

Tits are nice, but oh my god.

After all, her tits are bigger than her head, by volume.  And lord knows, sometimes that the only physical information I give about my female characters. Well, that and how big a cock they can take 😉 Oohh baby.

But you know, sometimes real tits aren’t the entire  answer either. You can tell by looking at this cow woman that her tits are 100% real. The tremendous sag, the uneven size, the near-pancake flatness of the one tit while her other tit is slightly fuller, slightly rounder… This poor cunt woman has 100% ugly fucking real tits. I will not talk about this poor bitches this ugly cunt’s this poor cow poor woman’s body. Hell, I’m still short and fat, and my tits aren’t anywhere near this big or pretty. That FUCKING WHORE (let it out, Anne, let it out) woman has a natural body, but damn, I just have to say that while she has natural tits, I will never write a story about her tits. And I don’t mean her tits in particular- I mean sad tits like those.

I am a mean cunt.

Anne

Well, Hi Honey. Must Pretend I Am Not Being Watched. Sigh.

Well, I guess I should have figured because I’ve asked him to read the stories I have had posted here, but I officially found out the other day that Rudy reads my blog. Hi Rudy. I love you.

Of course, it was a little more than that, a simple “Hi Dear, reading your blog,”. Since after all, just a post or so back I confessed that I have been drinking again and expected it to be our little secret.

I got a call at home from the hospital with Rudy asking me about my alcohol use. And I ended up at the hospital with him that night and we talked about my alcohol use. Well, more he asked questions while I cried my fucking eyes out. The upshot is I am clean dry and sober again which is most excellent. I just wish it hadn’t happened in this fashion with me crying and begging for forgiveness and all. From my hospitalized husband, who’s been retaining 40 lbs of fluid. And recovering from his brain bleeding. And suffering from congestive heart failure. I am such a fucking cunt.

Anyway, story to follow as soon as I get it done. Love all y’all, Rudy the most of course 🙂

Anne