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and i really cant afford to go to the doctor i have been pay off a doctor last time i went for about 4 months now and he just said there was much he could do and there want.just wondering if anyone had any idea what it might be and in over the counter medications also it not super horible i can still work but today getting a little worse and since its been a week i kinda conserned i almost slway wait it out but this isnt getting better also stools have been soft ever since also i get home latter then supper time so my food is cooked later i dont know if that has any to do or not

Hey guise. It’s called "SINBAD THE SAILOR VS STALIN THE EVIL COMMUNIST DICTATOR ON MARS: THE MUSICAL"

here’s a sample
(A tacky taco-bell-esque Mexican restaurant. STALIN is in line to order. Behind the counter is the FAST FOOD WORKER. Various people sit scattered around in chairs and booths. They make up the CHORUS. Also sitting by himself at a table, is our latest hero, CAESAR. He is wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a ‘roman’ helmet made from coating a bicycle helmet in papermache and then spray painting it brown.)

Fast Food Worker:
Hello, Stalin. How can I help you?

Stalin:
I’d like the burrito I had last time.

Fast Food Worker:
Stalin! You spy on us not the other way around.

Stalin:
Well, you should know that I banned all kinds of buritos except this kind when I invaded Kingsland.

Fast Food Worker:
Kingsland?

Stalin:
Kingsland bowling alley. We had a communist revolution there last week..

Fast Food Worker:
Why?

Stalin:
So, I could make it so they’d know exactly what kind of burrito I wanted! Now don’t make me do the same here. Just give me the kind I had last time.

Fast Food Worker:
I was not here last time you ordered, I do not know exactly what kind of burrito you had.

Song

Stalin:
I want what I had last time!
Or else this will be a communist fast food line!

Fast Food Worker:
I wasn’t on shift when you last ordered it.
Please don’t give me your Stalinist shit.
Just leave Burrito Thing if you don’t like it

Stalin:
Communist Revolution will finally begin
If it doesn’t this place will be a sin.

Chorus:
Communist Revolution!
For that is the only solution
to this really idiotic problem

Stalin:
haha! You will know which burrito I like
Or else you’ll finally eat a tire off a bike

Fast Food Worker (spoken):
Oh no! I hate bike tires.

Caesar:
Just wait a minute, Stalin, I’ve called a friend
We’ve got capitalism to defend.

Stalin:
I swear they will never defeat me
And shouldn’t you go back to ruling Zimbab-wee?

Caesar:
You know you didn’t even pronounce it right?
I’m not going to listen to any of your shite!
Cause I’m the king of Uruguay tonight.

Stalin:
(Spoken)
Oh, shut up about pronunciation! You pronounce Ketchup as ‘catch up’
Anyways, I want a steak and egg burrito please, and fill all the others with rat poision

Chorus:
Alright, Stalin. Your wish is our command
We’ll listen to every demand.
Because, this communist revolution
is the perfect solution
to ughhh

Stalin:
(spoken)
THINK OF SOMETHING

Chorus:
Having to sell more then one kind of burrito!

Stalin:
(spoken)
Exactly

(The door opens, Sinbad and his second in command enter)

Sindbad:
Stalin! I bet you didn’t expect me here.
Be not afraid, good chorus, you have nothing to fear

Stalin:
This man is starting a rebellion!
It must be ended over and done!

Chorus:
Oh, we just lost preference.
Oh no.

Sinbad’s Second in Command:
I am Sinbad’s Second in Command
And I’m dying from the work of a man
I ate Stalin’s rat poisining burrito
(he dies)

Chorus:
A tragic death!
We must avenge

Sinbad:
(spoken)
Huzzah, Stalin! I have liberated this ‘Burrito thing’ from your evil grip!

Stalin:
He destroyed me using lies and propaganda!
Go back to the way it was, you smelly panda!

Sinbad:
(spoken)
I have liberated every fast food restaurant from your grip! Where will you go now?

Stalin:
The only place left is Mars!
I can take over some seedy bars.
And then, all the girls are obligated to–
(he runs off)

</song>

Sinbad:
Thanks for calling me in, Caesar

Caesar:
No problem!

Sinbad:
It’s a shame I, *quote* tragically lost my second in command *enquote*, isn’t it?

Caesar:
Indeed. I can fill that roll though.

Chorus:
And we can be your crew.

Sinbad:
Brilliant! Though, my bedroom and the bar are off limits.

Caesar:
Awww. I want to see your collection of whores. I hear ‘Half naked woman number one’ and ‘Half naked woman number two’ are quite good.

Sinbad:
Ahh yeah, I fucked them both last night, and they said it was heaven.

(‘FLASH BACK’

Half naked woman number one:
Honestly, can you tell us why it’s so small)

Sinbad:
Anyway, welcome to the crew guys!

I don’t know what to do. I live with my mom, and my parents got divorced about 2 years ago. She has a really good job and I basically get whatever I want. I know I’m kind of spoiled, but my mom says I deserve it. So I have a good life here. But, my mom is drunk every night. She started going to AA meetings for a few weeks but then me and my bro found out she was really just going to the bar that whole time, and when we accused her of drinking, she said she was just tired, not drunk. (Thats the main reason I want to leave) Honestly, she’s only slobber in the morning before work, and right after work until she starts drinking. When she starts drinking, she starts acting like a total b****. But, if I move in with my dad, I’d miss my sister and friends and my dog. My bros moving in with his dad(we have different dads), so I wouldnt see him anyway. My dad doesn’t have a job, but he’s living with my grandma and he’s pretty stable. He rarely drinks(the last time he drank was at bachelor party, 2 months ago.) He’s trying to get a job, too. I haven’t seem him for 2 years. My dad’s bipolar and he acts… well, weird if he doesnt take medication(lol i have a messed up family) but, he takes his medicine every day and hes happy. my moms always stressed and drowns herself in alcohol, but my dad still isnt all perfect. hes living with my grandma, and shes kind of mean. i wouldnt want to live with her. my mom drinks soo much, and i cry myself to sleep most of the time. I honestly want to live with my dad, but is that just because I havent seen him for 2 years and miss him, and if i move in with him will i regret it and move back? my mom said once i move there, im not coming back except for visits. what should i do? move in with my dad, or stay with my mom?

and another thing, if i move in with my dad, ill lose a lot of things. ill have to get all new furniture because im going over train and ill only bring things thatll fit in suitcases. oh, and my mom is soooooo nice and sweet and loving when shes not drinking, and whens shes like that(which is rare) i forget all about me hating her and smile and say im sorry for everything, and then she goes right back to drinking. i love both of them what do i do?
I barely get to see my dog anyway. And my grandmas not mean, she just gets mad easily.

My mother clasped her hands together, “Well,” she walked over to the where I was seated and sat down at the stool next to me running her hands through my hair.I shifted uncomfortably away from her resenting the fact she had touched me. My father gave me a stern look and I just rolled my eyes in protest.

“Do you remember Joyce Maude down at the country club?” Her smiled never left her face which was really starting to creep me out.

This piqued my curiosity, “You mean the really mean woman who smells like cat food all of the time and never brushes her teeth?” My lips curled with disgust.

My father gripped the edge of the counter his knuckles baring white and said with a haughty tone, “Charlene, I don’t want to ever hear you say that again, okay, Mrs. Maude is a good person with a good heart who helps out in the community.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well it’s true,” I blurted out. “She never brushes her teeth and she always smells like cats!” I shuddered with horror.

I continued, “And she is really mean, remember the last time we were at the country club and you were playing in the golf tourney with Mr. Ripperton?”

My mother was glancing back and forth between the two of us smile beginning to fade when my father said, “Yes, I do, and she made sure that all of the money that was included into the tournament was to be donated to various charities.”
I grunted and mumbled under my breath, “She also made sure you faulted on the last hole with all of her excessive coughing when it was your turn to putt,” blood still boiling with anger as I remembered my father’s saddened expression that day while Mr. Ripperton celebrated yet another Ocean Shores Tourney Victory.

“She was also sick that day with the flu,” my father said with reassurance. “Yet, she still managed to show up and give support to the otherwise—“

“It was her husband!”

His eyebrows raised then he continued, “Charlene Dawson I would have expected more empathy from you.”

I stared down at the kitchen counter, cheeks burning with frustration.

My father softened his gaze and said in a quiet tone, “Mrs. Maude is a very fragile and sick old lady and she does everything she can to make sure that people in disadvantaged neighborhoods are given food to eat, money, clothes, and a multitude of other things they may need so they may live a better life. I do not know anybody else who does more for the community than Mrs. Maude.”

He paused while my mother repositioned herself in her stool.

He continued, “If there is any one person on this planet whom I look up to the most it is definitely Mrs. Maude. I only hope to be half the person she is.”

He let the last few words bury themselves in the eeriness of silence.

There was a long pause.

My mother glanced at both us and when she was sure our conversation had subsided she spoke, “Anyway, Mrs. Maude told me that she was in search of a few good enthusiastic young teenagers who were job-hunting this summer and I recommended Charlene to take up the position as one of the care-givers.”

I sat still with bated breath and brushed my bangs out of my eyes.

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Basically, I am moving really slow through my novel. I am introducing my characters first, so the action hasn’t really happened yet and wont’t til about 65 percent of the story is finished. Do you think I should implement more action scenes at an earlier time or is this fine?

Also, whaty do you think of this excerpt anyway?

18 male=]

I know I have a lot of years still ahead of me to grow and improve so I am taking my time with this writing thing and doing my best. This is actually the first novel I have ever begun to or plan on finishing to write. Based off of real people with slight characteristic tweaks=]

I have absolutely no idea how to explain this, but I’m going to try.

When I was 6 years old my father left to go to Bangkok to finish his PHD in Asian studies. My mother recently told me that she believes that he had an affair during the time he was in Bangkok.

He missed my 7th birthday, and sent me a T-Shirt about Thai Kick Boxing. That Christmas holiday, my mother, my sister and I went to Singapore to visit my mother’s relatives and spend Chinese new year with them.
The plan was, my father would come visit us, and fly back to Australia with us 2 weeks before school started.
Instead He told my mother that he didnt love her anymore, and flew back to Bangkok for another week.
My parents tried marriage counceling, but it failed, so my mother filed for a divorce.

Up until I was 12 My mother had full custody of me and my sister. One night he called me and told me that he had successfully divorced his second wife ( of whom I believe he had the affair with when I was 7 ). But of course I was over-joyed when I heard this news and immedietly asked him if I could live with him, and he said yes.

He left for Bangkok again a week before father’s day this year. But it turned out he didn’t have enough money for his trip, so he is currently staying in Perth with his mother.

I enquired about staying with him, because for all I know this could be the last time I see him..
This is what he said to me through msn:

Michael says:
I plan to go to Myanmar in March/April 2009. I don’t plan to stay in Perth and care for you.

Michael says:
If I did stay in Perth and cared for you I’d have to find another place to live. I’d need to buy furniture and kitchen things etc. It would cost a lot

Michael says:
Then if I wanted to go on a long retreat next year, I’d need to get rid of all that stuff.

Michael says:
If you came here, it would not be possible for us to stay with Grandma. She has even less tolerance for lazy selfish people.

Michael says:
I would not want to be a servant for a lazy selfish person who was not learning from me. I have a lot to offer. You behave like a bulemic. Even though I provide support and good advice, you don’t want it. You skim off and vomit the nutrition to remain spiriutally poor.

Michael says:
You want me to postpone my further development to be your servant?

I tried to explain to him how I have changed and matured since he left, but he wouldnt take it in..
I dont know what to do >_<

My cat is a very clean cat. She is always cleaning herself but two days ago I noticed that she had dry poop hanging from her behind. I try to take it off with a warm wet napkin but it was to hard to do so I gave her a shower. Today her behind was completely covered in poop. I cleaned her again and eventhough she doesn’t like it and does everything to run away I did it. Why does she have poop on her behind. I had never had this problem with her. Is she not cleaning herself down there or is she sick. My cat is not fat. Last time I took her to the vet she weighed 7 lb and they did not tell us she is overweight. Is not a matter of she not being able to reach either because I’ve seen her clean herself there and around her bum. Is she being lazy. Her litter is always clean. Should I take her to the vet. She had worms before but was dewormed. I dewormed her last month. We have not seen any since.

For me this is a huge problem because she likes to climb our furniture and kitchen table. She also likes to sleep in our beds.

I am waiting to close the deal on a new house that was projected to be completed a by August 1st. That house is still not completed because of numerous complications. I have been paying storage fees on furniture, rent, etc, that is costing me money. I think it is the builders fault, the bank is waiting too. My loan has been approved, so that is not the problem. I am about ready to give up. The last time I saw this house, the kitchen still needed cabinets, the carpet needs to be installed, the porch needs steps, the bathroom was made without a tub, just the walk in shower that wasn’t asked for, or discussed with me, the walls were not painted, and there are no sidewalks or no landscaping at all. I have been told so many closing dates that now no one seems to know. Please help me. Since this has all started, I went into complete cardiac arrest and had to be revived with those paddles four different times before I went to normal rhythm. Thank you for your help. I am at wits end! Jerlean

I need to buy my four jills a new cage, they currently have the run of the ferret proofed kitchen but I want to keep them caged just when visitors come round and things. I had a double decker 4 foot long bunny cage last time but they could squeeze through the bars. What bar spacing is enough to keep jills in? Two of my jills are reasonably small but they are still adult sized. Would 21mm be OK?

How does dope effect my housemate?
He parties a lot and I have found he does pot first thing in morning through till lunch or comes back for it in arvo during work then mostly before he goes to bed at night.
I am going away and have a sub letter as I didnt want the house turned into a ‘dope pub’ in my abscence. He got really angry he wasnt consulted..but his friends are there all the time and girlfriend 2 times a week.
There have been about 3 episodes where he has started berating me for no reason: I was saving water from the washing machine for the garden, he though I was effectively flooding the house, thought it was selfish of me to want the lounge when his girlfriend turned up 2 nights in a row…and I think he is only annoyed I have someone staying as he can’t do clouds of dope.
For me..I am suprised I am being abused, he comes across as really nice but living with him, he is selfish and seems think everything should revolve around him.
I think this was also in repsonse to I found out…when he hands in rent..its always late or short..the real estate rung me up and berated me..but he is the one who is meant to pay it its in his name and I always mine to him ahead of time.
Apparently every rent has been late since it was transferred to him. I am beginning to feel as if I am being controlled and have had it with these tirades. How do I deal with him?
I know his family gives him a hard time and am begining to think he is taking out his sh#t on me..but who wants a stoner? He is preppie and well educated with nice girl so I couldn’t see it coming.
The last time I went OS,he stopped buying toilet paper, keeping toilet seat up etc I am beginng to think he is a bit paranoid…I am the one who does all the housework eetc..but it now feels like he resents me and wants to verbally bash me..I dont need someone to treat me as if I would lose a rent card, dont know how to watch my own cooking so it doesnt burn etc.
I am begining to get concerned as he clearly tries to ‘bait’ me, I dont respond,but I think he is getting more and more irrational.All his friends went to good schools but do dope, he effectively refuses to apply for a good job so he can maintain his lifestyle.
If someone does pot at least 3 times dailly does that make them moody and iritiable? Aggressive? Its beginning to effect me.
Address wise its great spot, free net, everything. I am sick of his mood swings.
Is he hooked or is it him and how do I confront him His friendship groups is tight, am beginning to think he is having trouble with reality, when prior tenant rung angry he hadnt transferred tenancy, real estate can’t get hold of him.
WHAT am I living with?
Its not unreasonable for me to pay my rent thinking it will go to the agent…and short is still short.
He was crapping on about if somoene comes in they might wreck his furniture.Why would they?Is this paranoid? He always to think he has been treated badly in the past..I am beginning to think its in his head…How can I tell?
I need help here, I am begining to feel stuck, his entire group comes over, I am a bit isolated or have friends that dont just drop by.
I dont think its fair to impose his habit on me, why is it so hard for him to keep up ogligations?
What is with the beratings?
Yes weed is dope and I am not ‘full of crap.’ Its not my job to drug test my housemate, hence the question.

Not planning on publishing. Just writing for enjoyment and want some feedback. This is like the first chapter I guess. Thanks!

It was the hour when shadows came out to play. The darkness swallowed the streets whole, and the only reason I knew where I was going was because I had been down this road too many times before. I kicked a can down the cracked sidewalk and heard its ring echo off the tall black buildings that surrounded me.

I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from my jacket and tried to read the scribble that was on it. Dan was an idiot. I must have told him at least a 100 times before that I couldn’t read this chicken-scratch he passed for writing. Last week I had even gone to the wrong place, and that was one experience I didn’t want to go through again. “Evans Avenue” I whispered to myself. Damn. This was going to be harder than last time. By now I had caught up to the can that I had kicked before. I looked down at it and gave it one last heave. It rattled its way down the block before it was lost in the darkness. I stared down that alleyway one last time, and then sidestepped into the bar.

The bell rang when I walked in, but I didn’t look up to see if anyone noticed. I walked up to one of the barstools and sat down. “What’ll ya’ have?” I began to raise my head but caught myself before I could catch his gaze. “Just a beer”. The bartender passed me a mug and I drank deeply. I wiped the foam off my lips and raised the collars of my jacket; then I slowly began to look around.

The place was a dump, it didn’t take too long to recognize that. It was a medium sized hole in the wall crammed with too many tables and chairs, management’s way of trying to get more customers. The walls were full of holes and there was garbage stamped out into the floor. The place reeked of liquor and filth. I raised my glass and took another mouthful. Someone talking caught my attention and I turned my head to the small television in the corner. “…the government is currently working hard on an antidote and requests the cooperation of all citizens. In these times we must…”. “Cooperation, as if” I thought cynically.

“Hey, you want another beer?” I looked at my half-empty glass, beads of perspiration trickling down its surface. “You know what I’m here for, I’m not waiting any longer”. There was a moment of silence, then I heard him whisper “Come with me”. Some guy brushed past me and I immediately put my hands over my pocket. No point taking chances. We walked around back to a door that was hidden from plain view. The bartender took out a key and unlocked it, then held it open for me. I walked in with my eyes lowered and quickly counted four men. I took a seat at the end of a small table and smirked in spite of myself. For once Dan was wrong, he had said there would be a hell of a lot more than four.

“Damnit” I thought. One of them had seen me smirk and I already knew what was coming. “This guy’s been selling to us for months boss and we still don’t know squat about him!” Another man’s hands slammed down on the table, “Shut up. We’ve discussed this before”. I waited for them to address me. “I apologize for my dogs” he sneered. “They sometimes need to be reprimanded”. “No problem” I replied. “So I believe you have something for us today, correct?” I pulled out a parcel and through it on the table. I could hear them begin panting in excitement. It had probably been awhile since they had a fix. Interesting I thought, considering these guys were supposed to be well connected.

One of the men began to reach for the parcel but his hand was stopped by the other guy in charge. “No Bill” he said in an assertive tone. I saw him shift his body toward me, “Because we don’t do that here”. I smile internally and reply “money”. “Aw come on boss, he ain’t no cop. You was right!” says the man named Bill with an apparent change in attitude towards me. The man in charge looks at him again, “I said shut u-“. He cut off for some reason. I look up slightly and my heart immediately begins to pound, Bill has a gun pointed to him. “No how about you shut up for once. I’m sick of waiting. You promised us the goods 3 times a week and now we barely get it once a month! It’s cuz’ you’re all hording it fer yo’self and I’m sick of it!” Bill was over the top, it was clear to tell hearing his voice. “Bill, you dare point a gun at me! Need I remind you who I am!” the man in charge whispers dangerously getting up as he does so. I hear Bill laugh a little maniacally “You ain’t shit boss. That won’t pass anymore”. I hear the trigger click before it’s pulled. I try not to flinch when his body thumps on the floor.

The numbers down to three. “And you!” Bill snarls obviously referring to me and I look up for the first time all night. I see a man that is not man, but something else. I see his dark grey skin and bloodshot eyes. His nails are long and black wit

I decided on a dare to just drink Makers on the rocks last night. So I did and after like 3 glasses I cant remember anything. There are just pictures of me laying across like 4 bar stools and then I guess I tried to jump out of a moving car when we were leaving. Most of my friends thought it was hilarious but I dont think the girl I was trying to get with did. So how embarrassed should I be? (Last time I drink Whiskey in LA!)

I decided on a dare to just drink Makers on the rocks last night. So I did and after like 3 glasses I cant remember anything. There are just pictures of me laying across like 4 bar stools and then I guess I tried to jump out of a moving car when we were leaving. Most of my friends thought it was hilarious but I dont think the girl I was trying to get with did. So how embarrassed should I be? (Last time I drink Whiskey in LA!)