Annoying

Uh….Hmmm…I woke up with two, three, ahh, four women entangled all over me. Ah how to get out of this filthy fix?, I asked myself while taking one skinny girl’s bum, breast or genitals off my sweaty, slutty and sticky body. Ewe, I smell weird, like mixed vomit, sweat and perfume all together I spitted out unchewed snacks in the bathroom bowl which I think I just swallowed since I was caught up with the girl who I did sleep with but couldn’t remember her name. Hmm….Vanessa? ah no, that’s the bitch’s name I need to bang and kill, hehe!!!, Ahhh, whatever, names just mess up my head, haha, women mess up my life but I like it, I thought while brushing my teeth then entering the shower room while turning on the valve to clean myself thoroughly, I breathed sadly. I really felt weird and stinky that I just wanted to take the smell out of my system and promised myself not to end up on this crazy shit again.

What, I think I said that like a hundred times already and still ended up in the same situation all over again. When was the last time I watched a movie in the cinema or ate popcorn, had a date or gave some girl flowers, chocolates or gifts? I don’t remember the last time I did. I really need a love life and maybe this Vanessa bitch can help me with that. So, while playing with her career, life and all, maybe I can befriend and make her as my girlfriend or something. Just to change what I think of sex or love is. Maybe she can make a tiny difference which would probably be good for me, my health, my wellbeing and the people, my men, women or staff around me. Maybe???

I have been depressed and anxious of upholding my lineage. My dad has worked hard to build it just to see is burned down by a naïve and newbie author, influencer, whatever. What does she have that the media and the world bow down and agree to her every word?

What are you thinking? You have been so quiet lately!, one girl from the other bar I slept with said while I was staring at the ceiling and thinking about this Vanessa. Why do you care? Scoot and get out, here is your pay, ah no here take this, all of this. Just leave me alone!

Suit yourself. In case you have forgotten, I’m Valerie by the way and we have been fucking for three months now. Ingrate bitch! Anyway, I don’t care about your personal issues but your money. Goodbye!, Valerie cried uncaring and slamming the door behind her.

I... I’m sor….Val!, I wanted to tell her sorry, but she already left and now I feel all alone and empty once again. I really want to just drink and have sex after work to forget how miserable my life is. In spite of all the riches, glory and popularity I gained I lost a lot, my father, family and sense of dignity. MY brothers are cool but I could never be one of the boys since I’m not a man but a woman who feels like a man but dresses like a hot babe. Weird but true. Yet all the girls I tend to like and have sex seemed not to care when they see my credit cards and all. Money can buy things but not happiness but I still need to earn and stay in the limelight for my father and his legacy which is now I’m asking if he did left a great one or a failed promise of success in the shadows.

Hi, thanks for showing up for our interview, Ms. Wild! Wow! You have been so busy lately, promoting your book, Nature and Love, and can you tell us more about it, please!, one reporter said while fans and people gather round shouting, screaming for the girl smiling at the camera and the media. Yes, thank you so much to my fans and readers for making my book a hit. One million likes and reads is indeed a lot. I can’t imagine that it made that impact on all of you. Well, Nature and Love is about our environment and why we need to protect and help the change the world through love and sharing each other’s resources. We can only do that by helping stop illegal deforestations, forest fires, animal slaughters, human rights violations including guns, drugs and prostitution, and more. I am a feminist, influencer and defender of nature. I raise awareness and aid for our LGBTQUIA community, single moms and equal opportunities for women, elderly and the children. I….., Ms. Wild is still talking when Brooklyn hit her 24 inch LED television with a bottle of vodka that automatically broke the screen and died. Blah, blah, blah!!! She keeps on talking that my ear gets irritated when she does and I want to put a gun inside her mouth to stop her from chatting. Haaaa…..it’s no use when I can’t even have an audience with her…Aha! But, if I accidentally….right. Why didn’t I think of it the first time!

Vanessa came home from the interview with a full heart. She felt so great that she wanted to surprise her mom with a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of whiskey for her dad. Hello, honey! Great interview! Come, eat with us!

Thank you darling, this is lovely. So what’s next after that amazing set!?, Marissa Jobs Wild, who is niece to infamous Steve Jobs asked and can’t stop smiling with gratitude for her daughter’s success. Jacob Wild, Vanessa’s father, a philanthropist who owns one of the finest brewery and winery in California, just nodded and couldn’t help but laugh with pride.

No one knew that Vanessa’s family is rich. She just kept a low profile and earned her keep, her success as a renowned author from her own hard work and many sleepless nights working on her art and her dream to become a reality, a success.

So, when is your book signing?, Marissa asked while slicing and plating a piece of blueberry pie for Vanessa. In next week, if you can’t be there it’s okay, I’ll ask Miriam to accompany me there!, Vanessa added. Though she wanted her mom and dad to be there they’re both on a green peace and non-profit organization visits or deals that time that they wouldn’t be able to be with her. They are always busy and ever since Vanessa is little they’ve delved themselves helping and socializing into civic and political parties or organizations to find or sponsor. It’s for a good cause but what about me, their daughter or their kids. We are three in the family and my sisters cared but not much about my successes and more of their social and love lives. Definitely a fan fact about my life is that I care about them but they care about me less than their own. I have always thought it isn’t selfish but they too need a life. Yet, when can they be able to attend my book signing or my interview sessions?

I have thought that being popular or having my book published is the only reason why I became a writer. I thought that when I have the world in the palm of my hands I’d be happier, yet, I am more lonely and alone than I was before. I never thought that…..

Hey, day dreamer, can you sign mine please?, a beautiful, stylish but impeccably impatient woman stood before me while in deep thought, caught my attention and forced me to look at her with full attention. Ah yes, sorry! and you are?, I asked while I breathed and focused on my pen to sign my book which she flipped and tossed in front of me carelessly.

Brooklyn with a capital B and then r….. Strange. And can I ask the writer to have a date with me later? If it isn’t too much to ask!, the woman added and smiled with a little jerk as if teasing and annoying me.

Aha, I know who you are. Ms. Strange. A date, sorry, but I am busy later!, Avery, please tell my fans I feel a bit sick. I’ll continue book signing tomorrow, if that’s okay?, I added feeling a little dizzy. Can I have a glass or bottled water please. Seeing this woman makes me feel all kinds of emotion that I want to get away from where ever I am even in the most important event of my life, my own book signing. Damn her!

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