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Does my character seem...bitchy?
“Good Morning, California.” I mumbled under my breath. I felt the stretch in my voice, as I tried to make it sound sharp, exuberant and bubbly simultaneously. The stretch in my voice that was trying to lie to myself that I liked this place—this so called sunny, happy-go-lucky, abundant-with-hot-guys state.
But my voice came out dead—the sharp corners dulled. I felt a worried frown form in my lips as I stared forward at the busy airport of Belleview, California. I didn’t like this place.
It gave me flashbacks—the ones that came out a bit blurry and black-in-white, and scare all the living **** in me. Flashbacks that gave me chills—chills that suddenly made me moody, and gave me the urge to push an old lady, instead of helping them cross the street.
But I’m not a crazy, dark *****. I wish I was, so I could have that excuse.
As I stood there, feeling extremely awkward, I waited for some good sign to show me that this had been the right choice. California—being as rude as it was—did not show me any good sign of appreciation of my generous greeting. Instead, some fat, bald man rushed past me, disregarding me completely.
His sharp brief case jutted into my stomach as his portly figure struggled away like a pig. The tail of his long blouse even looked like the curly tail of that plump animal.
“******* assh—
“Bren, is that you?” A surprised voice suddenly called out from behind me, amidst my cursing session that had been about to take place. I twirled around and found myself face to face with my brother—my big, loveable, twin brother. The bitterness I had felt moments ago—from the impolite pig-man—instantly disappeared as I melted into my brother, Cooper’s, pleased eyes.
A happy shriek flew out of my mouth before I could stop it and I jumped into his arms, unexpected tears rushing into my eyes.
He let me go with a scoff, “Are you crying, hun?”

Sorry my writing is so bad. :( I was just curious, does the main character seem like a snob?
She's supposed to be one with a really gloomy past, but she's a good person... :O

Haha, thanks. It's for a project. Yes, we're allowed to cuss. >:)

She doesn't seem like a *****, just seems like she's in a new place. I live in California myself so I know the way people ignore you here. It seems right so far, just a girl put into a new place that she seems uncertain about.

My penis is itching ******* bad !!!!!!!!?
ok i was using cocoa butter to masturbate yeah i know i just found out that's bad to use ....ok now what can i do to make the itching go away i don't want to go to the doctor neither and o i don't have no baby oil is there anything else i can use and will baby oil really work too ???? also there's like bumps all over i guessing this i the rash cause it's red and kind of plumped(swollen)

Wash thoroughly with soap and take a long bath. If that doesn't work you might have a yest infection, yes men get them too. You might have to go drug store for some Vagisil or something. Look for a cream.

Sugar fuels yest infections. Next time don't use something with sugar, or at least wash it off really well afterwords.

Is it a bad thing to have 'beestung lips'?
I have quite plump lips. They're nothing like Angelina Jolie's let me tell you that, but they're full.
I got told today by some girl that I had 'beestung lips'. I've never heard that phrase before, my mate said it's a good thing. It looks like they've been stung by a bee and are swollen.
That doesn't sound like a good thing to me. That sounds like the girl thought my lips were all horrible and too big and looking as if I've had botox or something.
I'm quite insecure with the way I look. I get paranoid when people give me 'compliments', I always think they're being sly or take them the wrong way.
I don't have a picture of me or my lips to show you, like I said, quite insecure with the way I look. Therefore I don't take many pictures of myself.
The only way I can show you what my lips look like is by likening them to someone's who I can get a picture of.
After looking and comparing for ages (lol, yes, I am sad), I found a pair of similarISH lips.
www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uplo…
^^
Obviously they aren't the same as his, and also, I'm a girl, so it'd look a lot different on me.
This is a bit of a bad example, since he is ******* gorgeous. He really suits his lips.
ANYWAY. Look at me rambling.

Are 'beestung' lips unnattractive?

no, beestung lips are considered attractive. that is a compliment.

My kitten has bloody diarrhea, can it wait until Monday?
My kitten has had diarrhea for a while now, I'm not sure exactly how long it's been but at least 3 days or so. I first noticed it Tuesday night. She's about 4 months old, and is spayed.
She's already been given medicine to deworm her, about a 2 weeks ago I think.
But she's been going all over the house, and while we were gone, she did it in the bathtub. I know it was her because we left her in the bathroom while we were gone. Normally I'd be mad but at least I can see the colors now, and it's really watery and light brown with blood mixed in it.
I noticed she's lost weight also. She used to be be "pleasantly plump" and now you can see her hip bones jutting out of her, and she just looks unhealthy in general. And she's also become less social and won't come to me, my mom, etc. (she runs from us) but still plays with our other cats sometimes. She still eats, and drinks, too. My mom won't buy kitten food because we would have to buy kitten food AND adult cat food, so she just eats adult food unless the kitten food is on sale. I realize this is bad, but there's really nothing I can do about it since she's so ******* cheap and stubborn.

My mom has already refused to take her to a vet for diarrhea, she said "It's probably just the worm medicine causing it." but it's been like 2 weeks since she was given any medicines. I showed her the bloody diarrhea tonight, and told her that she WILL make a vet appointment tomorrow. But then I realized that the vet is closed on weekends. She refuses to go to an ER vet because it's not an emergency. But I don't know. :/ I'm really worried about her. She's my baby, I've already lost 2 pets this year, I don't want to lose another. I've never seen a cat have bloody diarrhea before so I'm not sure how serious it is.
I wish I could make an appointment myself, but I can't drive and I don't know what days my mom works or has appointments. Plus, she's the one that keeps my money so I'd still have to have her come with me.

Is this something that needs to be dealt with like, right now, or can it wait until Monday? Possibly longer, it depends on if they'll agree to see her on Monday or not. Sometimes they do in extreme cases but usually you need an appointment.

She needs to go to the vet. Are you sure your vet isn't open tomorrow morning? Usually they're open until noon. Get up early and be prepared to leave the house at a moment's notice, then call your vet starting at 7:30. If they aren't open, call around and find one that is, and if you can find one who will see you and they ask how soon you can get there, you'll be all set. If not, I would absolutely take her to an emergency vet.

Diarrhea in kittens can be really serious because they can get dehydrated and die. This has been going on since Tuesday, and now she has blood in it? Not good.

Kittens don't have to eat kitten food, though. Cat food is fine as long as it's labeled as meeting AAFCO standards for all life stages, which most food is. So you're okay on that, anyway.

Good luck to you. I hope you're able to get her to the vet, and I hope she'll be okay.

Edit: Here's a web site which explains why diarrhea in kittens can be so serious. Show it to your mom.

www.felinexpress.com/cat-health/d…

Another edit: Don't give the kitten anything it's not used to eating. If it doesn't normally have canned food, don't start now. Don't give any kind of milk, which can cause diarrhea in a cat that doesn't already have it. Nothing new until this is all better!

Can you please crit the start of my short story? its due soon i need help!!?
So i'm in college (16 years old) and I have no skill at all when it comes to writing. My 1000 word short story draft is due tomorrow morning and i'm having so much trouble. Please give me any tips/ideas to follow onto.. any help would be greatly appreciated.
I know it's not good.. it's just a draft and i havent spell checked or anything. Thanks!!

He sat there picking at his fingernails as the head of arts, Julia, flicked through his large portfolio of sketches and paintings. He was applying for art school. The woman who would decide his future was plump with dull coloured clothes and hair resembling a dying plant that was begging for water. Why was Ezra so worried about getting in to the school of arts anyway? He could always work in his dad's paper shop. Like hell. He had been in Julia's office for over forty five minutes now, secretly thinking about how pretentious and ******* annoying she was. Julia stared at Ezra over the rim of her glasses as he looked out the window as he found it awkward when people looked at his art. At this point in time he wished that he had turned up stoned, as his friend had half jokingly suggested. He felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of her gaze, his face was burning red and a sweat broke out on the top of his lip. She picked up one of his drawings of a naked woman embracing a bear.
'Ah, what is this portraying, the fragility of the human form and our emotional connection to animals?'
'No, you *****, it's art and nothing more!' hissed Ezra. He stood up, casually took his portfolio out of her hands and sulked over to the door.

Ezra Aldmann felt him self dying inside. His bony twig like fingers wrapped around a paintbrush as he slumped in front of his easel, his other hand accommodating a joint which his friend Jordi had kindly rolled for him after the art school ordeal. In front of him was a mirror, he was doing a self portrait. Ezra was dependent on drugs, letting himself think that trips were where his creativity came from.

It is good, with many descriptive words and actions, but is that how it ends? I hope not. Because then it just leaves you hanging without
a clue as to what happens or where it is going. Finish the story, and
then get it proof-read, or an opinion. But it is coming along very good
and keeps your interest guessing. Let me know when you finish it. If
you would like my opinion when done, I will happily give it. Okay?

P.S. 16 and in college is impressive! Good work!

Please let me know what you think if this very short Short Story?
It was painful for me to be alive. My sociopathy was a slow and manipulative death. Being around normal people just to hide my veracious desires burned my insides until there was nothing but a raw patch of tissue left. No emotion. No empathy. Watching others in pain was my only alleviation.

I walked into my graduate courses with a steadfast pace, a silent demeanor, and an unapproachable gaze. I couldn’t wait to finish this ******* thesis. It was driving me to the edge of my mind. The hours couldn’t find their end quickly enough. I was always waiting. Waiting for things to end because they were never under my control. I was the victim of a clock rather than the victor. I knew 28 years old was too old to be finishing a master’s thesis. I was too close to the edge to be pushed with an iron boot of failure.

I remember when it happened. When I lost myself completely. I walked into my history class the first day. I noticed her the moment I walked in. She had a complexion the color of ecru like no one I had ever seen, eyes the color of burnt sienna, and a head of glistening brown hair. She was wearing lovely French stockings with her legs crossed, black pumps glistening. I couldn’t help but think how much I wanted to see her legs on my wall. They were muscular, in shape, long in comparison to her shorter stature. She drove me absolutely wild. Those four months were complete torture for me. I wanted to kill her for making me feel that way. For making me want her. I stared out straight in front of me everyday and never spoke one word. Not to her. Not to anyone.

Yet when I’d get home she would consume my thoughts once again. I would study write my papers, concentrate on my work. But every spare moment was dedicated to how I could get her into my bed. I wanted to love her until she died. Until her breath went away from suffocation. I wanted to choke her full of my desires.

I dreamt of her so often it was disturbing. My sick and twisted sexual thoughts were now convulsing with an uncontrollable fervor. I couldn’t speak to her because I knew I would lose it. The fourth month of class was finally nearing its end. I had been able to keep my distance from her, even though those weekly three hours were more than I could bear. The nausea that drifted into my veins was overpowering. Once I even had the misfortune of sitting next to her. I could smell her, smell her sweat, almost smelled the inside of her. I wanted to rip her apart and eat her flesh. She was everything I had ever wanted. I wanted her. I hated her.

I never once saw her again, but she consumed my thoughts like a slow maggot feeding at my psyche. I decided I had to see her, had to speak to her, had to face my fears. I hated her for terrifying me. For making me fear women. I e-mailed her and bullshitted about our course. I was surprised she even responded. I asked her out for a beer. She agreed.

That day, I ordered her a beer before she got there. She walked up the street looking like the devil incarnate. I could see through her cotton pencil skirt and her red patent heels shone in the afternoon light, making a spectacle of her muscular legs. She smiled, said hello, and approached me to kiss me on the cheek. I remained stoic, barely returning it. She made me freeze like ice. She was a cold ***** and it was something I could sense. Her gaze was full of frigid fire. She glanced at the beer and as she ****** her head a piece of hair fell across her face. I just wanted to grab her. The rest of the conversation there at the pub and later at the wine bar seems like a daze to me now. I couldn’t pay attention to what came out of her mouth because all I wanted to do was bite its lips off.

The moments I remembered the most were the ones where she discussed her exercise routine. It was refreshing to learn she was refining the masterpiece I hoped to some day take a chisel to; to sculpt her into my little permanent Venus de Milo. It was as if she were plumping up my chicken before I ate it. Her description of her workout routine turned me on. My hard on was raging the more she spoke. I couldn’t contain myself. I asked her to flex her legs so I could feel them.

I convinced myself that if she let me, I’d rid myself of my doubts, my insecurities, and make my final decision; to end my torture; to kill her. As I awaited her response my guyhood flashed before me. I remembered the first time I asked my mother to let me lick the batter off the cake bowl. Her rejection or acceptance at the time was life changing for me. To be robbed of a few moments of unbridled pleasure would result in an impenetrable perdition. I waited what seemed like hours and finally it came.

She let me.

i think it's a great story.