#personal potatoes

[mjsloveslave]

God I'm so damn hungry, but I can't eat anything today because I have to look good on Halloween.

I'm trying to fast on the 4 days I don't do dialysis during the week so I can look good in October when I do my MJ event. I always want to look good and nice because I'm representing Michael Jackson. Plus I'm taking gobs of pictures and want to be able to look back and say I looked my best.

Last year, I went as "Billie Jean" and I still was not exactly happy with how I looked. (and my tiara got dented all to hell while dancing with Vincent Patterson and it fell off my head)

I dunno I'm just hyper critical of myself constantly. I look forward to these events all year long and I just want to look as good as Tiffeny can possibly look. My friend Eb says I suck all the fun out of shit from being this way.

It's 94 days to Halloween and I'm already starting to figure how to do my makeup, my hair and all that stuff. It's times 10000 for me cause I'm dressing as Michael Jackson.

For a Michael Jackson event.

HOSTED BY MICHAEL JACKSON'S SON.

*screams*

And I've been like this since I was a child. As a child I used to worry as young as 11 that I'd look fat next to MJ if I ever met him because he was famously slim.

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A more in-depth explanation as to why I am no longer with my boyfriend, Mike. And the reason is outrageous.

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Perfume...

So I was hanging around the perfume tag on here and thought about this one bitch I take dialysis with.

I hate this bitch. Aside from the whole playing your trash ass music that I CAN HEAR OVER MICHAEL JACKSON AND A CROWD OF 50K WITH MY HEADPHONES ON there's the problem with her perfume.

If one wants to call it that.

Now I have a lot of perfumes myself--30+ different ones--but if you're further than maybe a foot from me, you don't smell it. Most notable is when I slide into my bf's car he always says I smell good.

Anyway I get so angry when this woman appears (usually when I'm halfway done with treatment)

My clinic is set up similar to this. (about 6ft between chairs cause COVID)

But she comes in and can literally be THREE CHAIRS DOWN from me, and the perfume she wears is strangling the fuck out of me. It's a strange, cloying powdery scent that's like a cheap knock off of CHANEL No. 5 mixed with BO.

It literally has my makeup crying off and close to triggering my asthma. It's that strong.

The only reason I haven't spoken up about it yet is that I've taken a solid month trying to figure how to mention it WITHOUT hurting her feelings cause I don't feel like getting my ass beat by her butch-femme daughter.

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I'm sorry to whoever in the hell can hear me singing the Someone Put Your Hand Out Demo.

I'm proofreading a bit of VIRTUOUS SINNERS and using it as background/think music.

And I'm singing the ad libs.

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Lost Track of Last Sighting...

So, I can't recall the last time I've seen my boyfriend Mike, or even if he's still my boyfriend at this point.

But I'm enjoying how goddamn miserable he is with that mother of his.

At one point I thought he was not talking to me trying to be hateful, but I found it, it's because he's literally been fighting with that undead succubus the entire time.

And probably still is if he's not at work right now.

And it's literally like I told your stupid ass so.

The only thing is I am SO HAPPY i decided not to give up my apartment to move in with him or

1--I'd be stuck in the middle of that bullshit

2--I'd quite literally be stranded because his house is in a different city than where I live and go to dialysis and I would not be able to go to dialysis because I can't drive (medical reasons) and his mom was supposed to drive me allegedly and with her being a raving bitch I know that wouldn't happen.

I'm not overly religious, but the Lord made me stay put and I am thankful he did.

Plus I'm writing on Virtuous Sinners and a shorter 3T erotica and damn it, I need my peace.

Which Mike doesn't have. And won't have till that woman leaves on Sept 2.

But a part of me feels like it'll take the police to haul her fat ass away.

I just can't get over how badly she's fucked herself over: she had a fully furnished room in her son's house, he was going to just GIVE her a car, paid off etc and she literally fucked it all to hell. It's positively remarkable to me.

I hesitate to call anyone white trash, but this woman is a prime, grade-A example of it.

I still have trouble processing this because my mother was nothing like this. She was a kind, sweet, beautiful woman, and if you did something nice for her, she'd be quick to say thank you and how appreciative she is of what you did/doing. Classy all the way. My mom passed in 2008 and even now if I run into someone who knew her, they only say nice things about her.

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I'd Sell My Soul on Etsy to be Skinny as Ariana Grande.

But there's no way I could do it before Halloween

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After School Tik Toks...

So I dunno how I fell down this rabbit hole but I'm looking at girls doing their "after-school" routines. These girls are taking candlelit baths and cooking meals and etc. I remember my after-school routines.

Elementary: Come home, run to kiss my grandma (until 1993 when she died when I was 6) sit on the floor and watch O (former fat talk show host who betrayed Michael Jackson) do homework if any and watch cartoons till Mom came home from work (Dad worked from home) Practice any speeches or pageant routines I needed to do, eat dinner, bath, beddy byes...

Middle School: Run to the bathroom cause I'd held it all day to keep the bullies from tearing up/throwing away my belongings (part of why I'm on dialysis now cause I fucked up my kidneys at 12) do homework, watch Nickelodeon, and watch the Michael Jackson tapes mom told me to stop renting from the damn video store. Dinner, speeches, pageant routines, bath, beddy byes.

High school: Come home, watch MTV and those damned Michael Jackson tapes I wasn't allowed to have. Do homework , then when mom got sick turned into her nursemaid slave and clean wounds makes meals, clean the house, pay bills (keep in mind I was still a teenager) take a bath, beddy byes--up every 2 hours on the hour to make sure mom was still breathing--then up at 6 am to do it all over again.