Story: in a upscale apartment complex lives optic, a college bound student who loves anime and is a bit of a pervert. But his life get turned upside down when he is perversely pushes into letting his best friend live with him…who happens to be a girl. (@Slowku)
Now optic must put up with living with a girl… And out of all girls he has the hot one. But the thing is optic , cant seem to control his urges around her….How will he sort this out? ..( Well in this comic short we find optic and slowku slowly begin to realize how pervert the two art…and optic isnt prepared for what his new room mate has in-store for him let just say he misses a lot of class )..
Want some more pain? Here’s the worst ur ever gonna hurt when it comes to ed and his dad:
Edward’s dad is alive and well. He lives in an upscale assisted living place where there are on-call nurses to help with health issues like his liver cirrhosis. Edward pays enormous medical bills on the regular so his dad can keep a nice quality of life. He visits him every single fathers day out of this sick, sad need for approval, brings him a gift, tries to be pleasant, and every single fathers day Ed ends up getting Shitfaced Drunk and into Trouble because of it
because to this day his dad thinks he’s a fuckin headcase moron who aint worth shit
The biggest hypocrites on gun control are those who live in upscale developments with armed security guards - and who want to keep other people from having guns to defend themselves. But what about lower-income people living in high-crime, inner city neighborhoods? Should such people be kept unarmed and helpless, so that limousine liberals can ‘make a statement’ by adding to the thousands of gun laws already on the books?
Even scarier than graduating college and not having a plan is graduating college and having your plan fall apart.
Such was the case with me.
All I ever wanted to do was teach. My mother is a teacher, my aunts are teachers, and the people who have had the biggest impact on the woman I am today have been teachers. I have always maintained that a good teacher is the most underrated, under appreciated, underpaid professional in the work force.
I graduated magma cum laude from a respected teacher’s college with two degrees, a double certification, and a plan. To make my mark on the world on the ground floor: by being the best educator I knew how to young children, and the kind of mentor that helps shape lives.
None of this came to pass.
I became employable on the heels of massive budget cuts in education funding in my state, and I simply could not find a permanent position. After over two years of subbing and tutoring and not much of a bank account to speak of, I knew that the only way I was going to be self supporting would be to go to Plan B. Except I didn’t have one.
I was 24 and still living in my parent’s house, with no means of ever moving out. If that isn’t impetus for change, I don’t know what is.
I had no choice but to devise a Plan B, so I essentially pulled one out of my ass. Always a gym rat, I got my personal training certification and freelanced in clients homes in the upscale suburb my family lived in. Wealthy clients, I might add, who paid me well, told their friends about me, and had lots of connections.
Fast forward to today.
At 28, I am currently the sole owner of two fitness locations with an eye on a third. I still train clients in numerous aspects of fitness and wellness, and continue to obtain certifications relevant to the industry. And if you’re wondering, my bank account is looking fucking awesome.
The moral of the story?
I am motivated, resourceful, tenacious, focused, determined and unwavering in my commitment to the work that I do, to the people I work with, and to my desire to positively impact the quality of their lives.
Most importantly, I am a woman.
If you are too, know that you are force. And if you are not, celebrate those who are. Happy International Woman’s Day, one and all.
Who is your local river? Reblog this post adding yours on to it…
I live in Birmingham UK. Birmingham barely has a river - that’s why we have more miles of canal than Venice. The river Birmingham was built around (and it’s amazing it worked) in the River Rea. The Rea is basically a trickle and known largely to people involved in the Biological or Environmental sciences because it’s a convenient place for doing fieldwork.
Some bits are pretty
Rather more of it is … less so
So, the tutelary deity of the Rea is known as Ray. He’s an old white guy who goes around in grubby white overalls and thigh high waders. He’s grizzled and grumpy with wild flyaway grey hair, wrinkled face and little round glasses with jam jar bottom lenses.
He’s usually eccentric and can occasionally tip over into barking mad but he has a keen interest in and understanding of social and environmental issues. He lives alone in a small terraced house that backs onto an open area of the Rea in a fairly deprived area of Birmingham. He votes Labour and is deeply resentful of the canals…
(And if the canals have a deity and it’s human then she’s a smart Asian business woman who was invested in the late 1980s at which the point the canals began “gentrification” and turned from rat infested repositories of shopping trolleys and dead cats and into an area devoted to upscale living, restaurants and tourism.)