Much needed vacation... #ILoveCalifornia

 Had a fantastic time with my boyfriend and his family. 

God, it's been a minute... Why do I always disappear and neglect my blog? IDK.... I just felt the need to speak out tonight.... Ugh! I am so very very very over the election...  Ok, so I am so over it.... Yes, Trump won. But are any of us suprised? I know my wonderful fans are waiting for some snarky remark,... But seriously, I got nothing. I would personally like to celebrate the fact that CALIFORNIA JUST FUCKING LEGALIZED RECREATIONAL USE OF MARIJUANA !!!( Here is the link that could literally answer all your questions: https://ballotpedia.org/California_Proposition_64,_Marijuana_Legalization_(2016) )
 Omg! I was a stoner before, but now I kinda sorta have a reason to spartk up... for freedom.. lmfao....

So Prop 64 is actually called the Adult Use of Marijuana Act... Yass bitch!  Only people over the age of 21 can smoke weed. But there are some stipulations. You can posses up to one once of mary jane.  And you can grow up to 6 plants in your home, but the home has to be locked and no one can see it.  The state has until 01/01/2018 to comepletly pass out licences. I think this is going resonate through out history. We will be the first state to fully legalize the green goddess. I am telling you now that I plan on growing some shit... Ok let's be real, the only thing that I can successfully grow are cacti. LOL I have always been and advocate for the medicinal purposes and the agricultural uses of marijuana. I have always thought that if given the chance that marijuana could exceed the sale of Cotton in the United states. It can be used as a crop, to make rope, clothes, and in some cases, it has been used to excellerate the growth of other plants. In addtion, California is a great place to grow such a plant. We have all the right climates for growing it. I mean, have you fucking see the shit that we grow out here? Our wine is exceptional, and all of the other crops that we produce are sought out by several industries around the world. That's not even to mention the fresh seafood. (Side note: if you go to a restaurant in Cali, and they do not have FRESH seafood, you should leave. It's just that simple...)

UGH.... THE DREADED VENTING BLOG

Ok, I have been really good about venting to about my personal life, but fuck!!!!! I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED RIGHT NOW!

I have been a really really really good girlfriend, but I have been challenged with some shit. I have been trying to be supportive, but a gal can only go so far before she will about to snap.

So, BF's birthday passed and I was bound and determined to make the weekend his. But what could go wrong you ask? EVERYTHING!

Of course, I did what everyone thought I would. Reseverations? CHECK! Extra money for parting and drinking? CHECK!! Babysitters? CHECK!!!  So what happend?  HIS FUCKING PAST!! So, because of some underdog ass bitch shit his ex wife pulled with child support, it was brought to our attention that the BF would have to go to jail.  YUP! Because he is being super screwed by his ex wife, he may have to to go jail over child support. Now, keep in mind that I have been doing all I can to make sure his ass stays the fuck out of jail, there is nothing like the past to be like, "HEY, YOU KNOW HOW YOU ARE WORKING YOUR ASS OFF TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN YOUR LIFE? YEAH, I AM ABOUT TO DROP A MONKEY WRENCH IN THOSE PLANS."

I fucking hate  that cunt whore. I am dont know if he still gives a fuck about her or not. But I tell you what, I am not about to deal with him, his kids, or his fucking ex wife any more. I cant stand the way he is so fucking lazy now. Or the fucking fact that he has lost all goals for his life. He sits and fucking lies about all the shit he does all day. When in reality, he sits at home and does fucking nothing. I come home after a long shift, and there are still dishes in the sink and shit on the floors from the dogs. He does one thing, and makes it seem likes it fucking takes hours. Like, what the fuck do you do all day besides kick it with the drug addict neighbors. And worst of all the motherfuckers have the nerve to step foot on my property and fucking yel

PLAYSTATION VS XBOX

... Team, so it's no secret that the BF got me a a PS4 for a present. So, I have been current been neglecting my prized Xbox 360. I have been playing for a few months now and it's great. I am not saying that I am chosing sides, but I have noticed that there are a few differences from the 360 to the PS4.  First of all, I had to come to grips with the fact that we as 360 owners have been left out of so much. I get it, the company has found an excuse for dumbing down the graphis a tad bit, but FOR REAL!  As a dedicated fan of not only the 360, but of the entire CALL OF DUTY SERIES, i feel like, I have  been left behind!!!  There are so many things that we as XBOX users have been DENIED...
I understand that they want us to upgrade, but that goes without saying.Any gamephile like myself will tell you that we have every intetntion of buying just about every system that they throw at us, but we like to do it at our own pace. WE DO NOT LIKE TO BE PRESSURED INTO BUYING SHIT. Damn, that felt good to say. I usually like to make sure everything and everyone is taken care of before i splurge on shit.  This being said, on BLACK OPS 3  game on PS4, we do not get so many of of the things that we are owed.  We do not get the Black Market.  Ok, to be honest, I am totally over this shit. I have spent countless CRYPTOKEYS trying to keep up with the Jones. I am trying to buy weapon upgrades, costumes, gestures, and shit like that and trust me, it can get frustrating. I have been in so many games where I have been killed so  mnya fucking times by items that can be only purchased in the BLACK MARKET. What the actual fuck!!!! The thing is that you can only buy the car packages with the cryptokeys that you earn in matches.  Or you can buy CALL OF DUTY POINTS.  And yes, as much as I am devoted fan to the series, I have a limited amount of funds to be buying shit like that. ( Needless to say, I have bought some damn points, in an effort to increast my chances of prizes. I do not recommend it though. You have just the same amount of chances of getting the same shit as not purchasing the COD POINTS.) So, you are permitted to earn contracts for bonuses like playing with Black Jack, who is the first person that you see when you are in the BLACK MARKET. (Yes, he by himself is fucking awesome. You can capture other players's powers, weapons, and abilities. Long story... )   But why can I not get this on the XBOX 360. What did we do that was so wrong, except hang on to a system that is no long being produced. I personally own every single CALL OF DUTY that was made. That is my one game that i take pride.

I have been so busy lately. I have been neglecting this blog. I know. I also write in my daily journal. Ok, wait, that was a lie. I have beseem neglecting that too. I have been enjoying my life right now.

Yeah, sure I have had my problems. Life happens. And I know that I really should be writing more. It is realaxing. But I also love Netflix. I love binging on HOURS AND HOURS of tv.  As long as I take care of my shit around the house and work.

The most lonlinest day of my life

BEFORE IT'S NEWS: JOHN MCAFEE EXPOSES THE PANAMA PAPERS HOAX

Another interesting article I read on Before It's News (www.beforitsnews.com)

Article taken from: Before It's News CLICK HERE TO READ ARTICLE AND WATCH VIDEO


"Today, as you'll learn in the video below by Alex Jones along with the articl from InfoWars, John McAfee reported in business INsider that "A time bomb is hidden benath the Panama Paper,'"  and he go into detail about what the bomb is.  If you recall, in a post yesterda titled 'What Are The Mysterious Panama Papers? Who Was Left Out And Why?', it explained how the offshore holding tax shelters of the Mossack Fonseca law firm function, and revealed some of the players.  The ticking time bomb at the heart of this hoax, is the agenda of the New World Order, and the Panama Papers are intended to bend Vladimir Putin's will in line with where global elites want it.

What we've learned today, is that the group responsible for the lead is none other than George Soros' Open Society Foundation (A George Soros outfit), the Ford Foundation, and a host of other foundations,  Said another way:  The Panama Papers wasn't a leak.  It was yet ANOTHER "orchestrated" attack by Illuminati front man George Soros intended to attack Vladimir Putin. Why?  Because Putin isn't play by illuminati banking rules, and the global elites aren't having it.

If you've been paying attention to geopolitics for any length of time, then you  know who George Soros is, and you know what he's capable of.  He's a billionaire several times over, and operates as front man for the Bilderberg/Illuminati/New World Order.  Recently, the filthy fingerprints of both the global elites and Soros have been all ove just about every major crisis currently unfolding around the globe.  Watch as I lay out their roadmap of destruction.

Something rarely talked abouit except amound "crazy conspiracy theorists', but nonetheless true, is that virtually every Central Bank ob Earth (including the our own Fed) is owned by the Illuminati Rothschild family.  For a complete list of banks owned by the Illuminati Rothschild family, see the list here.  Put and the /Chines have refused to buy into the Rothschild banking scheme, which is likely why Putin has been targeted in this recent charade.  Learn more in the video from Alex Jones,"

BEFORE IT'S NEWS: PANAMA PAPERS

Hey!

Been a while right?  Well, with the news on fire about several events, I wanted to post some random stuff that I have seen on Before It's News (www.beforeitsnews.com)


Panama Papers
http://beforeitsnews.com/global-unrest/2016/04/1-panama-papers-secret-is-trump-involved-2470881.html


Below I also included a video I found on YouTube.  Click and enjoy!!!
Love Always

Fear and Love

Fear not love, who unsheathes her blade upon my heart.

Fear not love, who crushes every thought with thoughts of him.

Fear not love, who sucks the very oxygen out of the my lungs.

Fear not love, who leaves her wanting memory upon my lips.

Fear not love, who corrupts my rational brain with poison.

Fear not love, who fingerprints of passion stain my skin.

Fear not love, who leaves me clawing for that ring to prove I'm not alone.

Fear not love…

I am your victim. Please slay me.

YOUR UNREALISTIC RESOLUTION

So, it’s that time again.  The time at the end of one year and the beginning of the next when people start to make these ridiculous promises and expectations of themselves, in the form of New Years Resolutions.  My issue with making resolutions are the people that create unrealistic ones…  Especially when it comes to exercise or quitting something. A friend of mine said her New Year’s Resolution was to run 10 miles a day.  Now keep in mind that this bitch is over weight, a smoker of both marijuana and cigarettes, does not eat fresh vegetables unless they are in the form of pickles on her burger, and consumes her first drink of alcohol before most of us even wake up, and probably hasn’t run 10miles in 10 years.  I’m supposed to support that? Yeah, no.

Love Always

NO REGRETS

It’s funny to see all these posts on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter from all these various people and sources about what they regret… Me on the other hand, I have no regrets. My life has been one big cluster fuck of awesomeness and tragedy. One big mixture of  “ the movies made it look so easy” moments with a “damn that was AMAZING” soundtrack.   People ask me why I have no regrets.  My answer is simple, at the time I made any decision it was the best one for that situation.  How am I ever to grow as a mom, sister, girlfriend, or aunt if I don’t make a mistake? It is because of those mistakes that allowed me to see the world for what it really was.  To see the people in this world for who they really are.  Shit, life will take you up and down.  But what is life, if you don’t LIVE it.  Don’t die before you are dead.

Love Always

Charlie Sunshine

Evil and It’s Purpose…

 

It never ceases to amaze me the things that people do to each other. I’ve seen some fucked up shit before.  And thanks to the internet, I will see even more fucked up shit.It’s not that I like to see the crazy shit. It’s just that I am curious. The human mind, the psychology of it all, is what intrigues me the most. I often find my self jumping down the rabbit hole at every opportunity I get.  Always with the same question, “Where will it take me this time…???”

But did you ever stop to think that Murders are nature’s “checks and balance” system? Did you ever wonder if all those evil people were placed here by nature to sort of keep control of the human race? This is the shit I wonder about… Because these evil people have to have some sort of purpose or else why would they be here? You would think that evolution would indeed weed out the bad genes by now. Right? I dont know. This is just one of my rants.

SO…. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN?

Ok, it’s been forever since I took the time to clear my mind.. I have complete neglected my blog, with the exception of a few random ass posts.  And now, my mind at it’s most restless. I haven't been like this for a while. There is just so much shit going on in my life.  Guys prove to be a bigger problem than ever imagined.  And work… I love my job, but some people absolutely drive me crazy.

I’ve decided that I need to let some of my energy out in a safe way. I am not myself lately. I am usually a happy, curious, nerdy, stoner. And now, I’ve gone off my truest path. Nothing much has changed, except for the fact that my love life sucks and I still have the insomnia.  But duh right? I will always have the insomnia. However, I do have to admit that for a time, I was actually sleeping really well. Maybe because I had someone sleeping with me. IDK. Maybe for once I didn’t have something to worry about or think about or imagine 900 different scenarios.

I guess the great part about what is bothering me now, is that it has allowed me to reach out to my best friend. JD. I haven’t hung out with hin in a minute.  And it was about time. He is always someone that I can call on.  A true friend that truly is accepting of me.  Maybe because he is a male version of me.  Dark and sarcastic.

Shit, if anything, I have learned that I needed to stick to my roots. I’ve lost track of many of the things I loved. I totally haven’t played Xbox in fucking forever.  I don't think that I have any friends online anymore.  But I can say that I was playing the PS3 for awhile and I fucking loved it.  And that was the beginning of my neglect for my Xbox.  But it is time to get some good ol’  Kill Confirmed games in for Call Of Duty. Yeah, yeah, yeah…. I totally gotta stop the bullshit and play some games already. I already know that my skills are out of whack!

I think I’m going to end this blog right now… Feels good to end it right now. I’ve said what I wanted to right now. Besides, I think I might hit the Dabz pen and play some games…. Or even what a movie.`.   That’s another thing that I totally missed out in doing.  Watching my movies… I added to many to both DVD queue and Instant queue for Netflix.  I might write about them.  Not sure yet. It’s not like I’m watching just new movies. I’m watching movies that i haven’t seen, movies i’ve seen multiple times, movies other people recommend that I watch or even rewatch.  I mean why not? I love to get lost in that other worldy experience called a movie. For two hours I am not of this place. I am either running from a serial killer that wants revenge on the 7 people locked in the room or a mad scientist creating what he thinks will be the break-through cure-all only to realize what he made was a biological weapon.  This is what I love. I am here in my temple. ( New temple = new name, I have decided to name this house Tattooine. I’m really sure why. My daughter asked to name the place and it was the first thing that popped in my head.) I am here being transported away to different times, planets, and scenarios.  My movies.  So I am going to watch as many as I can this summer. That’s my goal! To watch as many as I can!  Ok. I am going to end this blog now. I need to decide what  I need to do to end this night.

My brain is quiet right now….. for now.

Love Always.

SWEET NECTAR: MY ODE TO ELIZABETH BATORY

 

 

 

Sweet nectar drips from my lips… I bite my low lip in a dark joy.

It fills my glass…  it sticks to the sides of the glass at it flows.

Warm… Comfort in a glass.

Please stop… She tries to utter one last plea as her throat is slit after her delicate wrists are bled…

The Tonic of Vampires… It brings life, yet as it leaves her body, it takes it away.

Her blood is sweet…. Like a fine, young wine.

So young I will be… I can feel her life essence flow into me, as her eyes grow vacant.

The puddle of despair gathers around the tub… Be careful I do not want to waste a drop.

The red flowing syrup of life…Her skin is much paler now.

I take it all in.. Gulping it without hesitation and my anticipation is slowly calmed.

It’s time… I slip off my clothes and step in my healing and cleaning soak.

The crimson color nectar drapes over my body… a bath like no other.

She is lifeless now… But I feel full of life, her life.

How young I will be forever… Swimming in the blood of young whores who squander their youth away.

 

I am Elizabeth Bathory.

 

 

Love Always, Charlie Sunshine.

DEMONS

We all have demons.

But I hear my demons talking to me every night

They keep me awake… Whispering things to me.

Issuing orders or instructions.

They speak to me

-Why did you let her talk to you that way.. How easy it would have been to smash in her face

*I can’t smash in her face.. I’ll get arrested

-You should have sped up, bitch wants to walk in the middle of the street…. She should learn the consequences.

*I can’t just run people over I’ll go to jail

-How easy is it to push them down the stairs… Accidents are accidents

* I can’t just push people down the stairs…

-Why was he looking at you? Like he was gonna rape you …. Take him out before he attacks you.

*Yes, that  guy was creepy, but how do I know he was a rapist?

-You ignore us. Why?

* Because you are evil…. That is not who I am.

-Oh yes, but you are evil.  We are who we are because we are you. We are your desires. We say what you have already thought.

 

Love Always,

Charlie Sunshine

UFO SIGHTINGS IN CALOFRNIA ON JULY

 

 

This is a quick video but I like lookinjg at many alien sighting videos.Leave you comments about what you think,

Love Always.

ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Another sleepless night...

 I know I should be sleeping but I cannot get to sleep. My eyes grow heavier, but not heavy enough to to stay closed. I've chosen to watch X-Files episodes. This show brings me comfort and always sparks creativity. Mainly because the show is written so great. It thinks out of the box and makes you, yourself, think of possibilities.

    I know I should be sleep now, I have to wake up at 6 a.m. to face a Friday at work. Maybe they will pay is early... That would be fantastic !  But it won't make too much of a difference because I'm still going to he broke. Trying to pay my bills and save up for my upcoming trip. 

    Damn it's almost 3 in the morning! Shit. 

THE LICKED HAND

A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won’t lock. She decides to leave it unlocked, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. Half-awake, the girl feels the comforting lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more, she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye; she turns around. Written on the wall in her dog’s blood are the words “Humans can lick too.”

 

THE ORIGINAL STORY IS LOCATED AT: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-licked-hand

(This is an oldy but goody!!!!! )

THE MESSAGE

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold.. stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there is a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go into our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

 

(I really loved this story! It is short, simple, and effective!! Love, always.)

THE ORGINAL STORY LOCATED AT: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-message

THE BASEMENT

I was home alone for the week, as my family had gone on vacation while I had to stay and work. It was around 2 AM, and I’d stayed up to watch a scary movie in the dark in my basement. I was intent on really scaring myself and seeing how far into terror I could really go – while still knowing I was safe in my own home.

It was then that I heard pounding footsteps on the first floor. This was a common annoying occurrence when my family was home – every time they passed through the front hallway, past the basement door, I heard their footsteps. This time, fear immediately shot through me at the sound. My reflex was to turn the television off immediately… the basement door was up a flight of steps and around a corner, so whoever it was would not have seen any light.

I heard the basement door handle click and turn as I sat in absolute darkness. I moved slowly so as to be absolutely silent, and crawled behind our large television. As I passed it inch by inch, I noted with panic that its black screen still dimly glowed. I heard footsteps coming down the carpeted but creaky stairs.

I froze in my hiding place, listening. For many long minutes, I heard nothing. Had the intruder seen the television’s afterglow, or had it faded in time? Was he standing in the pitch dark listening for me? I seemed to lie there in total silence for an interminably long time. My panic began to fade, and I began to think more clearly.

Had I really heard an intruder? Could someone possibly be standing there in silence for so long without making any noise? The basement was so exceedingly quiet that the silence itself began to hurt my ears. Could the unknown person really avoid any noise from shuffling or breathing or anything else? If there was an intruder, he was still in the basement, because the creaky stairs were incredibly loud, the door handle clicked, and he wouldn’t know to mask his footsteps on the first floor so that they couldn’t be heard down here…

I began counting in my head trying to pass the time, as drool fell from my mouth onto the carpet – I didn’t dare risk the sound of swallowing. I reached sixty seconds once, twice… thirty times… sixty times… by now my fear had faded and I was more confused than anything. I estimated I’d been crouched in the absolute black for almost two hours, and had still heard nothing. If there was an intruder, none of this made sense… finally, I decided I’d have to make a move. If I did nothing, eventually the sun would come up, and shine in through the small basement windows… and, worse, I began to smell something horrible and cloying.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began inching my way towards the stairs by way of the walls. If someone was standing there in the dark, I should be able to go around them and then make a break up the stairs… meanwhile, the horrible odor grew stronger. Had something died down here in the night? No living person would smell like that… terrible images of some sort of corpse-monster listening for me in the dark erupted in my thoughts, and I moved as fast as I could without making a sound.

Just as I finally approached the stairs, there was an enormous clatter, as of something falling or collapsing on the floor. It was at that moment I leapt forward and crashed up the stairs, running out through the open basement door and my wide-open front door. Now certain that someone was in the house, I called the police from my cellphone and watched my house from afar.

The police came, checked inside the house, and then grimly came back out to question me. They’d found a body in the house – my elderly neighbor, who seemed to have died of a heart attack. Their belief was that I must have left the front door unlocked, and he must have wandered in my house while dying, looking for help. At first, I felt horrible, thinking that I had sat there in the dark while the old man literally died a few feet away.

Then it occurred to me – what the hell was that loud noise of things falling, that last prompted me to bolt up the stairs and out of the house? I asked the police and they confirmed – the back door of my house had been left open as well, near a single bare footprint in the mud. Somehow, for some reason I’ll never know, there was someone else in that basement with us… silent, waiting, and listening in the dark over the fresh corpse of an old man.

 

ORIGINAL STORY TAKEN FROM: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-basement