Mr Big Cheese

Strutting around online making it known who wears the pants.......
Oh, you've always been danger and a heartbreak in the fun.
Being cooperative, because in my present state of being lust is stronger than other dreams or ambitions that I can't seem to think about right now.
I really hate the idea of other women.
I hate the idea of your own abuse and hate itself.
Vague memories of bad times in the past. I'm being refreshed by other cats in my thought, probably not out of friendship but the sake of competition and repuation.
Testing how much I mean what I say in my world.
It really sucks sometimes being held accountable, one big reason I hate catty fame, the matrix, sim world.
I have an understanding where I am in my present time and that sometimes, because of the way the world turns, there are different choices to be made, new outlooks that may or not be forever ingraved in a mind.

Anyway, Mr. Big Cheese, I'll answer to you this one time. I can't guarantee how many other times I may answer to you, but I'll answer to you today.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/41774667/ns/politics-more_politics/?GT1=43001

Thinking first about my personal fiscalness............
You know, during the times that I have had steady incomes, I payed every bill. If any fault, it was when my bank account went in the negative, but I did pay my bank account back. Seriously, of all the stalking, you go right ahead and look at my bill statements. You see my monthly payments for yourself.
Keep in mind, during job losses, of course, it would be impossible to continue paying bills. More proof that I never was a hooker.
But if you measure both time frame of employment, unemployment, and variations of income, you will find how responsible I really was in paying my bills if you even take the time TO HAVE FAIR JUDGEMENT.

As for literal job, even though I quit my current one, you are boldly being a dick that gives no breaks or sympathy and continue to demand tyranny. Current math: You are the stereotype French lover.
In another separate idea related to the French, I'm happy about my weightloss, but honestly, hate the idea of a conditional love based on weight.
Tyranny is something I've always been against. You turn me on in a very twisted way though that is outside of my typical ideals. I like being challenged, but not knowing when to give a break and continued dickishness is simply too much and goes beyond what I consider reasonable limits.

So, what to do now? Figure out ways to deal and work with your whippings. Figure out how I'm going to deal with a list of other things too.
Another reminder, I hate how some connections are made. I'm not afraid over the dog issue. I still think you're a ridiculous wicker man. Is it a joke to you now? Do you seriously believe that I am hardcore and gungho in favor of beastiality. (~Thinking outloud~but if you were the beast~)

I'm simply afraid of you altogether. What you've already done. What I don't know. What I know about you as you.