organize with me!!! - 7/25

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Anyway, with other accessories like scarves and shit at least you can dump them in a donation bin somewhere. There are barely enough earlobes in all of Kentucky to take advantage of that junky hoard she has squandered hundreds if not thousands of dollars on.
Can you imagine the look on the poor bastard's face who has to sort through her donation heap?
 
Well she sure can’t get the new designer fanny packs!

The site's a bit out of date, but...

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And so it begins, the cultivation of stupid hobbies. It's part of being bed bound. She will begin to "collect" other things, like chihuahua figures or all the bottles from a particular line of soda, all items she can order online with store-purchased VISA cards Becky procures from Walmart. The more industrious super morbidly obese woman will try to engage in a craft. Like beginning to knit or crochet and will make gifts for people that end up being thrown away because they unfortunately reek of urine due to continual proximity to the pads the obese woman evacuates into all day. Family members will lie and say how much the new baby loves his blanket but will never produce pictures of the item near the child because there is some stuff you can't rationalize coming out in the wash. You know it probably is clean after two runs in the hot cycle with bleach but the smell stays in your head. Some may try to paint or draw but that is limiting because all they see is their room, television and the back of super-sized ambulances. I don't see AL doing anything of any artistic or crafting merit. She will just sort and color her coloring books and eat extra servings of crap food when bored.

She's down further than we thought if the asinine "look at me arrange the crap I collect" phase has begun.

AL has no idea how lucky she has been. Women 100 pounds lighter than her end up losing mobility far sooner, even taking into account their age. That she has managed to keep waddling this far without a major cardiac or diabetic event speaks to a constitution that, if not hindered by at least 400 extra pounds (she's at 550 minimum right now, no one can convince me otherwise), would have seen her through vigorous sports, an active job and a ripe old age. It's mawkish and a cliche to say that people born into bodies with illness and deformity due to no fault of their own would find AL outrageous and would be tempted to kick her if they could. But the fact remains that she has squandered her health and her youth and is looking at spending the rest of her life glued to YouTube and sorting Goodwill-level tag in her bed. Oh, and screaming for more food.
 
Her only value to AL is doing all the chores our bedbound princess can no longer do (or wouldn't want to if she could). Fucking sad.

That's the only value Becky ever had to AL.

Amberlynn only dates people she can use for something. Their relationship began on this premise; the only change has been Amber becoming even lazier and fatter. Becky has the mind (and wardrobe) of a 15yo sped and doesn't know any better; Amber is dumb about most things but could easily fill her 200 journals with information about how to manipulate simple-minded lesbians.
 
I wonder if Amber is even consciously aware of how manipulative she is. Like she probably knows she can get people to do what she wants, but beyond that does she really analyze it? It's not like she's been to, you know, THERAPY to see someone that could tell her that. Not that she would listen. Apparently personality disorders are really difficult for therapists to handle.
 
I wonder if Amber is even consciously aware of how manipulative she is. Like she probably knows she can get people to do what she wants, but beyond that does she really analyze it? It's not like she's been to, you know, THERAPY to see someone that could tell her that. Not that she would listen. Apparently personality disorders are really difficult for therapists to handle.
I don't think she's that self-aware. I think she's been manipulating people for a very long time and now it's just normal behavior to her. I think in her disordered mind she really believes that she is a good, giving, selfless person who is a positive dainty princess and she honestly (and this is the only thing I'll give her credit for being honest about) can't understand why she gets hate. This is a gorl who looks up to Trisha Paytas. That's her role model. Hambert is shallow as a puddle and dumb as a rock so don't look for introspection. Her glaring personality disorder is just icing on the cake and as long as there are desperate speds out there who are willing to enable, she'll just keep doing her.
 
And so it begins, the cultivation of stupid hobbies. It's part of being bed bound. She will begin to "collect" other things, like chihuahua figures or all the bottles from a particular line of soda, all items she can order online with store-purchased VISA cards Becky procures from Walmart. The more industrious super morbidly obese woman will try to engage in a craft. Like beginning to knit or crochet and will make gifts for people that end up being thrown away because they unfortunately reek of urine due to continual proximity to the pads the obese woman evacuates into all day. Family members will lie and say how much the new baby loves his blanket but will never produce pictures of the item near the child because there is some stuff you can't rationalize coming out in the wash. You know it probably is clean after two runs in the hot cycle with bleach but the smell stays in your head. Some may try to paint or draw but that is limiting because all they see is their room, television and the back of super-sized ambulances. I don't see AL doing anything of any artistic or crafting merit. She will just sort and color her coloring books and eat extra servings of crap food when bored.

She's down further than we thought if the asinine "look at me arrange the crap I collect" phase has begun.

AL has no idea how lucky she has been. Women 100 pounds lighter than her end up losing mobility far sooner, even taking into account their age. That she has managed to keep waddling this far without a major cardiac or diabetic event speaks to a constitution that, if not hindered by at least 400 extra pounds (she's at 550 minimum right now, no one can convince me otherwise), would have seen her through vigorous sports, an active job and a ripe old age. It's mawkish and a cliche to say that people born into bodies with illness and deformity due to no fault of their own would find AL outrageous and would be tempted to kick her if they could. But the fact remains that she has squandered her health and her youth and is looking at spending the rest of her life glued to YouTube and sorting Goodwill-level tag in her bed. Oh, and screaming for more food.

Knowing AL, she'd crochet with the cheap "eyelash yarn" from a craft store and would make a scarf that looks like Elmo roadkill... Excuse the :autism: on my part but this was what I instantly thought of
 
It's kinda sad really because you can't donate earrings, to my knowledge. Someone mentioned Goodwill having earrings but I hope to hell they're just old stock unused earrings. Who would buy used earrings?

Anyway, with other accessories like scarves and shit at least you can dump them in a donation bin somewhere. There are barely enough earlobes in all of Kentucky to take advantage of that junky hoard she has squandered hundreds if not thousands of dollars on.

You can donate jewelry; there was a thrift "department store" here called Savers and they sold lots of earrings and jewelry in general. I don't pay much attention to jewelry at thrift stores; so I haven't noticed earrings at the smaller ones.
 
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