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Confession: that is not my real hair or voice I had to put on an accent.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: the flood gates of lust opened, unwanted passion, and unbelievable pain!

If love is blind the lust it deaf, dumb, blind, and a rapist!

It was daylight, shinning through the curtains making me hide under a blanket, my eyes hate the sun. I lay there on my sofa while my bowels rumble, fighting with my stomach, it twists and hurt, while my kidneys sit back and laugh with the knowledge that they get the joy of finishing me off, while my fucked up spine attempts to straighten out and then I hear it whip it by DEVO It’s Kay…no It’s Phil. I talk to him he says he heard I had a re laps, my mind twists and thinks DRUGS? No I am clean! The words fly out of my mouth in a crass fashion. He says no I heard you have Cancer again, I sigh heavily and ask him who said I had Canter again, I can smell miscommunication and trouble her says his wife, my dear friend Kay…I know he only is hearing what he wants too. He knows I am terminal, so is her, so is Kay. I told Kay that when I look in the mirror I hate what I see, my body has gone thin, and I look like I did when I had (past thence) Cancer. I feel my ribs poke against my flesh as I shift to my side and explain to him the I have a staff infection in my kidneys, I have an Ulcer and a Hernia that is bleeding, that I was in the hospital. He knows it is not something I fear. I get into a deep conversation with him and he cuts me off, he talks about his girl friend that doesn’t know about his wife and his wife that knows about his girl friend.

My mind spirals and I feel like I am trapped inside the tellie in some rubbish soap opera! I ask him why he is with another woman he explains. I try to understand even though he is being stupid. He is making nothing but bad choices, and at he needs to be slapped while someone screams out- “GOOD GOD MAN! OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES! YOU HAVE HIV, YOU ARE EXPOSING YOUR WIFE TO IT, AND YOU ARE FUCKING AN EXJUNKIE WHO IS AN EX-CON! YOU ARE UP TO YOU’RE GILLS IN SHIT!” As I lay there with thoughts of beating the hell out of him, I snap back to reality when he says “Look, I didn’t call to have a deep conversation with you ok, I just wanted to hear your voice when I was masturbating” My mind hears the words but thinks it is a sick trick I utter “You called to jack off and talk to me while I am in pain and feel like death? What you want me to Jill off? I’m not twisted like YOU FUCK. I am in to much pain for bullshit.” My mind recoils at the thought of him thinking of me and touching himself, in this state of shock he proclaims with pride “We have fooled around before (FYI: That was a long time ago I was Drunk and no sex!) I can not help it for desiring you, I think of you when I am fucking Kay” My hand drops the phone as my stomach turns, I breathe, pick the phone up and blurt out “What the fuck are you on about? This is a joke right?”

I lay on my back sick of my ribs pressing into my flesh; my mind shouts “FASTER PUSSY CAT KILL, KILL!” The air feels heavy, I breathe in the thick soup. I reluctantly say “In the words of the Virgin Mary, what?” He is making sounds of pleasure and grunts out “I have my hard cock in my hand does that bother you” My bastard mind makes me say “Most who think of other people while wanking or fucking don’t call the person they are thinking of whilst doing those acts.” He laughs and says “Can you be any sexier?” Again my bastard mind take over my mouth “Oh fuck yeah, I look like a flesh bag of bones, I feel like hell and I have been vomiting up blood for three days, when you feel yourself dyeing all you want is sex….sex for the rotting corpse I am becoming!” He tells me that he wants me…god do they all say that? He says still making those horride pleasure noises “I thought we were gonna hook up!” My mind leaps from my head and bounces off the walls and back into my scull. I ask “hook up?” He says “Yes you and me fucking!” I explain how THIS IS WRONG ON EVERY LEVEL POSSIBLE! Then he says that Kay his wife is calling he has to go I says thank you to Papa Legba and tells me to call him back, I gag and think BLESS KAY! I tell him to talk to his wife, he says he will call me back later and hangs up.

My stomach turns and I think about the nuns that cut off there noses so they would not be rapped, why we have the saying cut off your nose to spite you face! I feel my stomach rumble, and walk to the bathroom, holding on to the toilet waiting for the sick to come up.

It is at this point I think, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME LIFE!? Then it comes…I vomit from the bleeding whole in my stomach! As I vomit, I am thinking how un sexy I am. What the hell are people on about!? And who the hell calls some and say “I think of you when I am fucking my wife”? What the HELL? As I walk back to the sofa and lay down, feeling my bones press against my flesh, I wonder if this is what Celebrities get…I am a performer, I have had more then enough people want to fuck me, but they understand the word NO! Phil does not!

I watch Kill Bill to get the nasty thoughts out of my head, I don’t want to be in his mind! I don’t want to fuck him! NO! I drift to sleep…

Days Later I am getting txt messages on my mobile and I do not want to look. I want to hide.

Confessions...

My fever is not going down.

I am not allowed to sleep until it does.

Confessions: I hate hospitals! I hate doctors-no offence BUT YOU ALL FUCKING TREAT ME LIKE A LAB RAT! When I listen to queen I miss my sister and all I want to do is get on a Bus and take care of her, but I have to take care of my Papa he has bad kidneys too. I WANT TO BE NEAR THE PEOPLE I LOVE BUT I AM SICK AND NOT ALLOWED! I was Joe Perry to stop being a bitch and make nice with Steven Tyler! When I look into my eyes I see my brother in the blue green one. I am seeing more of my Papa’s face when I look in the mirror, I am FUCKING PROUD to be his girl! I need money to get tattooed! I am sick of putting on a fake smile and acting like everything is ok. A part of me wants to run away and go live in a cave away from people. I miss Ireland! I am jaded and broken and I OWN IT! I hate when people think I have RP accounts as myself talking to my self, I am not that big of a dork! Still waiting to turn into a monster. When I listen to The Killers I think of my niece. I love Edgar Wright’s work! I am loosing to much weight and when I look in the mirror I see myself when I had cancer! I want to stop trusting people, but I can’t unless they give me a reason not to. Does the whole in my heart go all the way to china? I want this fucking surgery done now! I hate being terminal even though I don’t let it stop me, I know it hurts people I won’t get better or die. I hate my father but I worry about him. I secretly wish I was weak enough to go back on drugs-but I am not that weak. I hate my ex…that is why I am not putting on a bullshit smile and talking to you twisted fuck-you want to be with me and you wife FUCK YOU! I miss my nan. I hope my mum is ok. I want Papa to hold me and tell me I will be ok.

Chapter @ The Monster from the past

Chapter 2: Lies, Broken Heart, Terminal Illness, And The Monsters Of The Past.

They never go away…I get hit again and again and I know the next blow is coming.

I have a gift, I get to suffer more pain than a human can bear and I keep living. I have supposed to be a twin, my brother was not strong enough and I absorbed him in the womb. It’s gave me two kinds of DNA, my brother lives in my, but when that happens it causes health problems. With the cross strapped to my back I walk though life as others throw stones and I thank them. Because of my brother being absorbed my me; I have a rare spine disease. I lived 19 years without knowing. On top of that I have kidney disease and kidney failure I was born with that for 18 years I was dyeing and not knowing. But back them I was doing a wonderful job of being a destructive cunt the queen of the junkies! But I kicked the shit, I found out I was sick, I became healthy…tried to. Over one thousand surgeries later I have another ulcer and hernia in my bleeding stomach! At least it’s not cancer AGAIN! (Always look on the bright side of death!) So the doctor’s get to play operation on me, I have died on the table and come back, so I am not worried! But As I was Watching Hal and Oren get married on Twitter something happened-I had a massive fever 103-I am told that’s not good. I get a stone thrown at my head by a Ghost of the past that will not stop haunting me. It hit me hard!

I see Loki in the crowd, he throws the stone, and the sweet man’s face turns into that of my birth father, in shock the stone crashes in to my skull. He left me Loki…He left no goodbye nothing. He was gone! Then I get called what they all want me to be-I’m a slut, a cunt, a whole in the mattress that answers to a name, a twat, a lay, a shag, a fuck! *pats myself on the back* I wronged Loki by some Vegas RP Hero getting up on my shit, twos never there Loki, twos an illusion by a computer and words! No man grabbed me and kissed him! Just words. But All the same that ass from Vegas Kissed me and we fought. To Loki I am being unfaithful. I DIED FOR YOU LOKI, I KILLED YOU! I was left BY YOU! I mourned you; I block a friend because I thought that is why you are gone. I am no man’s property! But I slipped and you caught me, and flower bloomed, when you left I thought you left me forever, the flowers wilted…I was no longer yours. You lurked watching me, like a coward to shamed to show your face, them you say I kissed him. Your DM’s were just what my father said to me, BUT DO TO THE FACT THAT YOU ARE TALKING BOLLOCKS LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY BIRTH FATHER! He was a cop, a dirty cop, he is schizophrenic and as a child and drunk and drug addict. On top of that he was a man, who tortured me and my family physically, mentally and sexually. He is a pedophile, he rapped me every night, he passed my to his cop buddies, he punished me by chaining me to a heater in the basement and leaving me. He shot me, he stabbed me, and he hung me by the neck and dug a hole and buried me alive! I don’t have good memories, just haunted by the ghost of that man. You spoke the same words he did. If you think you will break me, I promise you I HAVE LOOKED THE DEVIL IN THE EYE WITH HE RAPED ME YOU ARE NOTHING! My fondest memory of childhood is my father holding a gun to my head. That was a good day. But like all monsters, he got caught, I was given to my Grandparents, my Papa is my daddy, he is a real man! Real men are rare. I love him and he is my hero. He gave me a choice, to stay in America or go to Ireland, so I went t Ireland. I got into the family business. I worked myself eight teen hour days to send my money to my sisters and mother my mother went back to my father! I was a mother to my sisters and the youngest child. When I went to University I met my father again, he beat me and said those fucking words and I screamed and told him to hit me harder, he beat me with all he had, I took a crowbar and beat him, saying the same words to him that he said to me, I chained him up in the basement and left him. I went to University, to make sure that I would be better than him. When I came back he was terminal. He asked me as a Christian man to forgive him, I looked at him I forgave him, but I told him that I would never forget what he did or trust him; he told me that is not forgiveness. He taught me to have no mercy, so I looked at him and said “Well may god save you, if it is right for him to do so.” We still talk, he is dying. If I am alone with him I am armed. I feel the blood rushing from my head and I see my father’s face in your words.

One thing you should know, you call me a name out of hate and I will become it. You think I fuck everyone, then to please you I will! You call me trash I will be trash for you. But there is a line that you can’t cross with me. Call me what ever the fuck you want. YOU DO NOT ASSUME YOU KNOW MY MOTIVES, PASSIONS, OR PAST! You showed me that you have no respect for me by assuming. I thank you for restoring my faith in men. I ask you to forgive me; I forgive you without you even asking. Why? Because I can! I have a heart and a soul, and you wronged me BIG TIME, and I forgive you. I carry my cross being lashed and told to move then it happens. I vomit blood!

I vomit uncontrollably with a high fever, my mum sees me was she walks in to clean her clothes, she calls my doctor he tells her to get me to the Hospital. I sit in the care begging Papa Legba to let me die, the pain is too much. I get in and am vomiting up blood and the take me to a room, ask me questions I can’t answer form that fucking pain that loves to attack me. My mum does her best to answer. The nurses take her out of the room and the take to much of my blood and the nurse is shit and finding a vein! The run test and changed me into a stupid gown, the give me medicine for the pain and I keep vomiting they give me something for nausea, this process is repeated all night. I am tested, I have a staph infection in my kidneys from my last surgery, I need emergency surgery, but they don’t want to do it while I have staff. The make me drink that radio active shit and stick me in an MRI. I get to see my ulcer and my hernia. Now my ninth surgery the doctor’s accidently cut my stomach in half, so, looking at that hole in it was disturbing. The doctor gives me more pain shots though my IV. I am given a ton of scripts and we fight over medication, I have no immune system so if I take an anti biotic I will grow yeast and them I am fucked. He calls my kidney specialist, FINALLY a doctor who isn’t a cock! He tells that ER doctor to listen to me I have a 297 IQ and I am not to be messed with Cheers for that! I am told not to be around anyone, I have no immune system, so if someone is sick it could kill me. He reminds me that I only have a short amount of time to live do to my illnesses. I remind him I was supposed to be dead years ago! He tells me not to get stressed, I can’t help but laugh and ask him if he is ok, has he seen the world, life is stress! I get home god knows how ever many hours later, my mum is sad because I am dying. I need more surgery. I call my friends and family and tell them what happened. They all think I am an illness! I can hear it when they say sorry. I know my diseases are hurting them. I carry my cross and I see myself throwing stones at myself, I am a bitch who is hurting everyone for something I can not control!

I talk to SnakeEyeJohnny and he helps me keep my head on straight. I can not help the fact that I am terminal, it’s apart of me, you take me you take that too. My fever spikes and I cling to his voice. I am not supposed to sleep, because of the fever. Bless that wonderful beloved man for talking to me. I love him. I call GreenLantern_00 who was worried sick about me I ask him what a normal temperature is and I can her that my illness is hurting him too. I woke him up again…but I love him and have to let him know I am safe. I still have a fever of 103 waiting for the medicine to bring it down. My body feels like it has been hit by a truck. I can’t walk straight; I am in too much pain. I call Kay she is a FUCKING SAINT! She is a beautiful soul and understands me! She makes me laugh and says “Loki is my daddy and if bitch boy thinks he can play Loki, my daddy will fuck him up” Papa Legba bless Kay and all witches! Thor bashes his hammer as it storms out side and I yell to Thor, after a while the Thunder stops.

Now I know that the cross on my back is apart of me, and after they nail me to it, they will light me on fire, I will go down fighting!

Papa Legba Bless my pain, it makes me know I am alive.

SO IF ANY OF YOU FUCKS STARTS ANY DRAMA WITH ME I WILL FUCKING HUNT T YOU DOWN AND CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING HANDS! I DON’T NEED THE STRESS!

No Harley, No Loki& A Braying

Hello my fans, admires, and creeps watching me like Batman! God does that guy need a cold shower or a date? So some of my real life friends are missing from Twitter. They come on every now and then but it’s not like it used to be! GreenLantern_00 BuddSwideinder SnakeEyeJohnny And Loki_Pawns_All get you ass back on line. Speaking of LOKI let’s talk shall we:

Part One: Miss/Mister Masshole RP Spam Blocker

FORGIVE ME FOR CALLING YOU NAMES, YOU MUST FORGIVE IT’S IN THE BIBLE…you pussy!

There is this guys we will call him Jacob Masshole, and he is GAY and Christian, does anyone read the bible? It states clearly that it’s an abomination! So Mr. Masshole was my friend, he changes his twitter ID more than most guys change there socks, so he is gay (big deal, he is Christian but not Christ like-Blocking people for spam when they do something wrong like RT a tweet *gasp, shock, panic, terror* Mr. Masshole the RT is a good thing you thick fuck, forgive me, it says to n the Bible! So he reported Loki_Pwns_All who I adore and if he is reading this I meant everything I said every word)

So she blocked him for spam, then Masshole, who is RPing as Miss Masshole, said she did it because he was RTing her/him. Then she said it was an accident. YOU ARE A BITCH, oops that was an accident-forgive me it’s in the bible! So I was hoping to spend time with Loki I adore him and his page is gone! What the fuck…it hits me Miss Masshole, she wasn’t sorry that she fucked him and I over she was sad because of a few reasons “If I tell you will you report me for spam?” No FUCKO I love it when people I care for get kicked off twitter because of you stupid ass! Them I went on a drinking and violence bender.

I was twitter-crying and twitter drinking to Loki, then it hits me like a train a panic attack, maybe he hates me, maybe he wants nothing to do with me TheOnlySkuld had to give me my panic attack medication, still can’t breath I pass out and wait up with an asthma inhaler in my mouth and TheOnlySkuld standing over me, with no real clue as to how I got on the floor, but she saved me from the ER, I know if I panic these things will happen, nut I still panic…so I can not find LOKI, twitter Drinking and Twitter sobbing over a person I care for in real life, Miss Masshole says can I do anything to make you feel better? I say, GET LOKI BACK NOW! She gets the wrong LOKI, then she half heartedly says she/hr is dory, I drink, weep, and listen to LOUD Irish mucic hiding over my covers and Miss Masshole HAS TO HAVE IT ALL ABOUT PAY ATTENTION TO MASSHOLE!

She is now working for my Harley-Luv Harleen2Harley as SexyHarleyQuinn *sings* she is a man, that’s all just a man, she is alive, he is alive he’s alive!” So Masshole packs his/any shit and says that he/she is leaving the Greenhouse, first thought-FOR GOOD, he/she says for good. I am moving in with my boss. It’s funny Miss Mass hole hated my Harley-Luv and hates her man Mister J. She has talk so much shit about how no one should trust Harleen2Harley because she HAS to be EVIL, IT’s ROLE BLAY MASSHOLE! Harley-Luv and I talk about our real lives it’s not I am Harley Quinn, I am Ivy rocking back and forth playing games non stop, we know each other’s names no biggie, we are working together soon hopefully-we are no insane like Masshole. So he/she can not have his her own identity (copies off others) and has to have a boss (I think he/she likes to be told what to do) So all the time, all this Harleen2Harley shit talking and I hate The Joker Not stops shit talk marathon, with me doing the twitter equivalent of smiling and nodding, SO MASSHOLE WILL KEEP HIS/HER DRAMA AWAY FROM ME! DON’T TALK SHIT ABOUT MT FRIENDS!!!

NOTE: I will tell them your smack talk! So, when I asked if LOKI has a new page she pulled up LokiLordOfLies who have mot been on scene March so I would say, THAT’s A LOKI JUST NOT MY LOKI. So I Talk to TheOnlySkuld who is a dear friend in RL , Scottish, but does the best American accent *giggles* She is wonderful I trust her, so much h I am happy she is on Twitter now (she wanted to meet LOKI being of the same faith CHEERS MOSSHOLE!) So Skuld is watching RougeTouch’s kids and attempting to cheer me up NOTE: Not being a DRAMA QUEEN! Skuld knows that if I don’t drink myself silly, get in fights, I will take it out on myself.

I am seriously stick of love and the pain that love brings so I a thinking or RP carving my heart out of my chest, keep it locked way *sighs*Loki said something sweet and romantic and I WILL NEVER KNOW IF HE MEANT IT THAT MASSHOLE! Or should I say yeah with the worst timing ever! So Masshole says something like Get out of bed and talk to me! FUCK OFF YOU MADE MY LOKI GO I WILL TAY IN BED, DRINK, AND SECRETLY WISH AND SECRETLY WISH MISS MASSHOLE WILL BURST INTO FLAMES! But I yell NO I AM NOT GETTING OUT BED I WANT LOKI AND HE IS GONE AND I PROMISE HE’S NOT COMING BACK! Skuld chimes in with you are wonderful, smart, sexy, completement that are supposed to make me feel better but don’t. I say Oh, well *looks around* NOT HE IS NOT HERE!!! SO HE IS NOT COMING BACK! Then again for Miss Masshole opens up with, Well, you clearly don’t want to talk to me! You blame we for Loki *slabs fists into wall (FYI they are cement,) I yell, LOOK I NEED TO DRINK AND BE ALONE! YOU BLOCKED THE ONE PERSON THAT MAKES TWITTER BETTER, LOKI IS NOT COMING BACK *Drinks Scotch* I NEED TO DRINK AND GO NUMB…naturally Masshole makes it all about him/her FUCK THAT! Thank the gods for Skuld saying to Masshole, Look I know Ivy in RL, she needs to be alone, drink, and go numb-TRUE IT HELPS! Then DM from Miss Masshole, what do you mean cut out your heart? That Skuld (proof he never took religious studies) Person said you need to be alone. Why? Is it me? I was honest I said, SKULD THE GODDESS OF FATE, she is my dearest friend in RL, and we work on thr same dance troop THE DEAD GIRLS. And yes I need to be alone to cry, miss LOKI WHO IS GONE BECAUSE YOU REPORTED HIM FOR SPAM, by the way stop doing that block someone don’t report them for spam unless it is porn of something *snarls* He isn’t going to come back, I can feel it, I felt different, like in RL we knew each other, he is special, BRING KOI BACK NOT, let my cry, drink, and go numb! To that DM I get shortly after another from Miss Masshole, Are you mad at me? Can I make this better? Why do you need to be alone? Are you really going to cut your heart out? Before I can reply I get tweets from everyone like I am drink and holding a razor to my throat! One of them was from Skuld with a picture of Poison Ivy with the words There are a shortage of perfect natural breasts in the world, it would be a shame to ruin yours *smiles* Please don’t cut your heart out for me! Only she can do that and be cute.

No Miss Masshole want to be IVY-I WAS GIVEN THIS NAME! I AM A GRAPHIC NOVEL ARTIST! RP AS BUFFY OR SOMETHING *smarls* YOU DON’T USE MY NAME!

So the Lose of Loki made me create a compound to make me feel now pain from my heart and the loss, oh and the BETRAYAL! But the compound mixed with my mutation and I have *smirks* changed…

Budd’s bar is being remade BOUNCERS AND BARTENDERS NEEDED! It’s going to be a psycho bell sin den *smiles*

I hope Harley2Harley is not mad at me…THANK MISTER MASSHOLE! What ever I did Harley I am sorry! Twitter is not the same with out you…

To be continued…

XO IVY

No Harley, No Loki& A Braying

Hello my fans, admires, and creeps watching me like Batman! God does that guy need a cold shower or a date? So some of my real life friends are missing from Twitter. They come on every now and then but it’s not like it used to be! GreenLantern_00 BuddSwideinder SnakeEyeJohnny And Loki_Pawns_All get you ass back on line. Speaking of LOKI let’s talk shall we:

Part One: Miss/Mister Masshole RP Spam Blocker

FORGIVE ME FOR CALLING YOU NAMES, YOU MUST FORGIVE IT’S IN THE BIBLE…you pussy!

There is this guys we will call him Jacob Masshole, and he is GAY and Christian, does anyone read the bible? It states clearly that it’s an abomination! So Mr. Masshole was my friend, he changes his twitter ID more than most guys change there socks, so he is gay (big deal, he is Christian but not Christ like-Blocking people for spam when they do something wrong like RT a tweet *gasp, shock, panic, terror* Mr. Masshole the RT is a good thing you thick fuck, forgive me, it says to n the Bible! So he reported Loki_Pwns_All who I adore and if he is reading this I meant everything I said every word)

So she blocked him for spam, then Masshole, who is RPing as Miss Masshole, said she did it because he was RTing her/him. Then she said it was an accident. YOU ARE A BITCH, oops that was an accident-forgive me it’s in the bible! So I was hoping to spend time with Loki I adore him and his page is gone! What the fuck…it hits me Miss Masshole, she wasn’t sorry that she fucked him and I over she was sad because of a few reasons “If I tell you will you report me for spam?” No FUCKO I love it when people I care for get kicked off twitter because of you stupid ass! Them I went on a drinking and violence bender.

I was twitter-crying and twitter drinking to Loki, then it hits me like a train a panic attack, maybe he hates me, maybe he wants nothing to do with me TheOnlySkuld had to give me my panic attack medication, still can’t breath I pass out and wait up with an asthma inhaler in my mouth and TheOnlySkuld standing over me, with no real clue as to how I got on the floor, but she saved me from the ER, I know if I panic these things will happen, nut I still panic…so I can not find LOKI, twitter Drinking and Twitter sobbing over a person I care for in real life, Miss Masshole says can I do anything to make you feel better? I say, GET LOKI BACK NOW! She gets the wrong LOKI, then she half heartedly says she/hr is dory, I drink, weep, and listen to LOUD Irish mucic hiding over my covers and Miss Masshole HAS TO HAVE IT ALL ABOUT PAY ATTENTION TO MASSHOLE!

She is now working for my Harley-Luv Harleen2Harley as SexyHarleyQuinn *sings* she is a man, that’s all just a man, she is alive, he is alive he’s alive!” So Masshole packs his/any shit and says that he/she is leaving the Greenhouse, first thought-FOR GOOD, he/she says for good. I am moving in with my boss. It’s funny Miss Mass hole hated my Harley-Luv and hates her man Mister J. She has talk so much shit about how no one should trust Harleen2Harley because she HAS to be EVIL, IT’s ROLE BLAY MASSHOLE! Harley-Luv and I talk about our real lives it’s not I am Harley Quinn, I am Ivy rocking back and forth playing games non stop, we know each other’s names no biggie, we are working together soon hopefully-we are no insane like Masshole. So he/she can not have his her own identity (copies off others) and has to have a boss (I think he/she likes to be told what to do) So all the time, all this Harleen2Harley shit talking and I hate The Joker Not stops shit talk marathon, with me doing the twitter equivalent of smiling and nodding, SO MASSHOLE WILL KEEP HIS/HER DRAMA AWAY FROM ME! DON’T TALK SHIT ABOUT MT FRIENDS!!!

NOTE: I will tell them your smack talk! So, when I asked if LOKI has a new page she pulled up LokiLordOfLies who have mot been on scene March so I would say, THAT’s A LOKI JUST NOT MY LOKI. So I Talk to TheOnlySkuld who is a dear friend in RL , Scottish, but does the best American accent *giggles* She is wonderful I trust her, so much h I am happy she is on Twitter now (she wanted to meet LOKI being of the same faith CHEERS MOSSHOLE!) So Skuld is watching RougeTouch’s kids and attempting to cheer me up NOTE: Not being a DRAMA QUEEN! Skuld knows that if I don’t drink myself silly, get in fights, I will take it out on myself.

I am seriously stick of love and the pain that love brings so I a thinking or RP carving my heart out of my chest, keep it locked way *sighs*Loki said something sweet and romantic and I WILL NEVER KNOW IF HE MEANT IT THAT MASSHOLE! Or should I say yeah with the worst timing ever! So Masshole says something like Get out of bed and talk to me! FUCK OFF YOU MADE MY LOKI GO I WILL TAY IN BED, DRINK, AND SECRETLY WISH AND SECRETLY WISH MISS MASSHOLE WILL BURST INTO FLAMES! But I yell NO I AM NOT GETTING OUT BED I WANT LOKI AND HE IS GONE AND I PROMISE HE’S NOT COMING BACK! Skuld chimes in with you are wonderful, smart, sexy, completement that are supposed to make me feel better but don’t. I say Oh, well *looks around* NOT HE IS NOT HERE!!! SO HE IS NOT COMING BACK! Then again for Miss Masshole opens up with, Well, you clearly don’t want to talk to me! You blame we for Loki *slabs fists into wall (FYI they are cement,) I yell, LOOK I NEED TO DRINK AND BE ALONE! YOU BLOCKED THE ONE PERSON THAT MAKES TWITTER BETTER, LOKI IS NOT COMING BACK *Drinks Scotch* I NEED TO DRINK AND GO NUMB…naturally Masshole makes it all about him/her FUCK THAT! Thank the gods for Skuld saying to Masshole, Look I know Ivy in RL, she needs to be alone, drink, and go numb-TRUE IT HELPS! Then DM from Miss Masshole, what do you mean cut out your heart? That Skuld (proof he never took religious studies) Person said you need to be alone. Why? Is it me? I was honest I said, SKULD THE GODDESS OF FATE, she is my dearest friend in RL, and we work on thr same dance troop THE DEAD GIRLS. And yes I need to be alone to cry, miss LOKI WHO IS GONE BECAUSE YOU REPORTED HIM FOR SPAM, by the way stop doing that block someone don’t report them for spam unless it is porn of something *snarls* He isn’t going to come back, I can feel it, I felt different, like in RL we knew each other, he is special, BRING KOI BACK NOT, let my cry, drink, and go numb! To that DM I get shortly after another from Miss Masshole, Are you mad at me? Can I make this better? Why do you need to be alone? Are you really going to cut your heart out? Before I can reply I get tweets from everyone like I am drink and holding a razor to my throat! One of them was from Skuld with a picture of Poison Ivy with the words There are a shortage of perfect natural breasts in the world, it would be a shame to ruin yours *smiles* Please don’t cut your heart out for me! Only she can do that and be cute.

No Miss Masshole want to be IVY-I WAS GIVEN THIS NAME! I AM A GRAPHIC NOVEL ARTIST! RP AS BUFFY OR SOMETHING *smarls* YOU DON’T USE MY NAME!

So the Lose of Loki made me create a compound to make me feel now pain from my heart and the loss, oh and the BETRAYAL! But the compound mixed with my mutation and I have *smirks* changed…

Budd’s bar is being remade BOUNCERS AND BARTENDERS NEEDED! It’s going to be a psycho bell sin den *smiles*

I hope Harley2Harley is not mad at me…THANK MISTER MASSHOLE! What ever I did Harley I am sorry! Twitter is not the same with out you…

To be continued…

THE DANCE OFF

Sorry Batman-The Votes Are In And The Tears Have Won!!! So uncle Batman, I thought I would go with more black clothing and tribal, I could make you wait longer but I am not gonna. I will dress up enough to get the point across, for any one else I would dress to the nines but ehhh, I don't feel like it *smiles* I will let you know when it is posted-XO Ivy