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Got on my dead man’s suit and my smilin’ skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing (x)

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5 things to invest in before Designer Items

Who wants to be an SB forever? The goal of being an SB is to set yourself up so you don’t ever have to worry about money again. Chanel bags, Dior glasses, and Louboutins are nice but they will not keep a roof over your head and food in your fridge. Have 2 or 3 key pieces of designer items that you switch out until the important things are taken care of, then go crazy!! :) Here are some suggestions, tips, and tricks on what to do with your allowance so you don’t have worries. 💁🏽

RENT/MORTGAGE (right away)

Your SD should minimally be paying your rent on a monthly basis. On any level, he should help you pay for your house, condo, or apartment.

Here’s a story about a friend of mine we will call her Candy. She’s had an SD for about 2 years, this man is generous to her in so many ways but one way he has been generous is buying her a $1.1m condo in cash in her name. Now Candy has a fully paid for condo in a major city and a roof over her head. I know and have been in shaky situations. Many SD can’t always be that generous. But on other levels, suggest your SD pay several months to years of your rent in advance. If he’s genuine this won’t be a problem and you will be stress free.

ROTH IRA/STOCKS/BONDS (right away)

Ladies, this one is important. Every month put money away, even the smallest amounts, into some type interest bearing account. When your money is making money, that’s where real wealth comes from. Be smart! We do not want to depend on these men for life. Even if we do choose to continue dating affluent men forever, which I definitely will 💰💸😍.

BUSINESS (after a few months/year)

Figure out some business you can start, and if you are not sure, ask your SD for help. He did become successful in some way. He either has the financial resources to make your business happen or the network. Tap into it. This will help you in the long run!

COLLEGE (right away)

Having college debt is the worst, talking from first hand experience, so having your daddy pay for your college experience or cover debt you’ve already occurred will be great for your credit history and help you with your future.

BUILD YOUR CREDIT (after a few months/year)

Once you’ve built trust, you can ask your daddy to add you to his credit line. This doesn’t affect his credit and only builds yours. Especially if he’s paying for it, of course. This is a good option for some daddies who don’t want constant cash transactions. You can also have a combo of both, cash and credit. Be creative 💝

All of these tips, tricks and suggestions may not be found in one daddy. Have as many as it takes or one but ladies lets build our futures the right way! :) 

P.S. My antidotes of friends and myself are all TRUE! I’m only sharing what I know. It’s not fiction.  

things i learned about mit today: - there’s a phys ed requirement of four half-semester courses (i think) in order to get the nerds to go outside for once - if you take fencing, archery, rifle training, and sailing as said four courses, you can get an honest-to-god pirate’s license. like a license to be a fuckin pirate. - kids wanting to get their pirate’s license have made these courses so popular that mit students compete at writing programs that will automatically enroll them in these courses within a fraction of a second after spaces become available - in addition to the pe requirement, everyone has to pass a swim test in order to graduate. and now im thinking of a beginner swim class filled with 5.0 gpa, genius engineering majors flailing desperately in a kiddie pool and there has never been something i’ve more wanted to sit in on

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so in the world of light trailer, we see bowser and k rool with the good good. bowser teaming up with mario is nothing new, but k rool's never been one to do that. how do you think they convinced him to help?

King K Rool: You want my help? I’m a pirate. I get paid in cash, grass, and ass. Now I don’t like the look of your ass, so how about you make me another offer.

Fox: Uhh… five-thousand Mushroom Coins?

K Rool: Ehh….

Fox: And… full access to our weed stash?

K Rool: *Pulling out his blunderbuss* BINGO!

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I’m starting to have some second thoughts about where I wanted to transfer for college. Do any of y’all know anything about Lipscomb University, Vanderbilt, Belmont University or really any other college in the Tennessee? I’m starting to look into them and wanted to hear y’alls opinions

Let me / live inside this uselessness a while longer.

Kerri Webster, from “Keeper, Keeper,” Grand & Arsenal (via lifeinpoetry)

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Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you //  SHAWN MENDES

Tap…tap, tap… the sound echoes around my silent bedroom. My eyes flick open, body still at the sound. Waiting. Tense. It’s probably just the wind blowing the trees against my window pane. I shut my eyes again.

Tap, tap, tap… tap. This time I sit up. Maybe it’s just a bird? I look to the alarm clock, the light harsh against my eyes. 2:25 AM. What kind of bird is up at this time? I listen for the noise again. Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and sink back into my blankets.

TAP, TAP, TAP. It’s more urgent this time. Ripping my blankets off my body I walk to the window. I reach to open the blind, hand faltering just I was about to open them. Isn’t this the part of like every horror movie ever where the girl opens the curtains and then they get stabbed by a masked killer?

TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. I slam the curtains open. A black and white mask covers half his face in a skull pattern, the rest of him dressed in black. Bright brown eyes meet mine. Well shit. I hastily open the window and he climbs through.

“Gees women how long does it take you to open a window?” Shawn asks me, his voice muffled through the fabric.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I say placing one hand on my hip. “I didn’t know I was expecting company at 2:30 in the morning,”

He just grins at me. “Missed you too,” Shawn says cheekily.

I roll my eyes, hands reaching out to pull him by his cotton jacket towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest. He smells what he always smells like, soap and fresh air, which given by his choice in past time it’s not unusual.

One of his hands lifts up to stroke the back of my head, he rests a kiss on my forehead, while the other hand stays glued to his stomach.

I look at him suspiciously. “What happened to you?” I ask, pulling back completely and crossing my arms over my chest. Shawn knew my disapproval about him being in a gang, but of course he was stubborn and refused to leave until his contract was up. I never understood it.

He gives me a wry smile. “Not much,” he answers taking a step back, his face hardening.

“Liar” I say glaring at him. “It will be much easier in the long run if you tell me now,” We stare at each other. I sigh, uncrossing my arms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I’m worried about you, alright?” His expression softens.

“I know you do,” He says. Gently, he lifts his arm away and rolls up the bottom of his shirt. A bruise the size of my fist, black and blue, lines the side of his stomach. A gasp escapes me.

“What did they do to you?” I cry, holding my arms to my chest. I knew what Shawn did was dangerous, never before however have I seen him hurt. 

“Its not what you think,” he says, tugging his shirt down. “Its just,” He falters. 

“Just what?” I say my voice rising. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. I turn away, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t believe this,” I mumble although its more to myself then to Shawn. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt. 

“Baby its ok-”

“Don’t you dare tell me its okay,” I snap cutting him off. I can feel angry tears beginning to well in my eyes. “They hurt you. What’s going to happen next? Stab wound maybe? Broken bone? Fucking bullet wound?” 

I’ve kept this anger to myself ever since I found about Shawn being in a gang that he’s tied to until hes 22. His past is a mess. He got caught up with bad people and now he’s paying the price. 

“Y/N…” He trails off. 

“See! You can’t even defend yourself, you know i’m right,” 

“They had a perfectly good reason,” He tries to reason.

“And what reason was that? You didn’t get the proper drugs or wasn’t there enough cash?” I’m fully crying now. 

“They wanted to use you, dammit Y/N” Shawn runs a hand through his brown locks. I freeze. 

“What?” my voice sounds small, a faint chill creeping in from the open window. 

Slowly Shawn removes the fabric. More bruises appear on the once milky skin of his jaw. 

“They wanted to use you as bait for the drug lord in the west of the city,” His eyes flick up to mine, darkness swirls in the inkiness of them. “I told them over my dead body would they ever lay a fucking hand on you,” Tears continue to spring from my eyes at Shawn’s revelation. 

“Of course, lets just say they didn’t like my language nor defiance and this is what happened,” he shrugs his shoulders as though nothing happened.

I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. Gosh, it made me seem so weak in front of him. 

“I don’t know what to say,” I manage. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I have everything covered,” I don’t believe him. They hit him because he wouldn’t let them use me, I was his soft spot. What if they used me again against him? I couldn’t bare to see Shawn do something terrible just to save me. 

Wiping my eyes, I stand up taller, trying to remove all emotion from my face. Seeing Shawn standing there though, tall and handsome, I felt my stomach knot with what I was about to do. 

“When people first saw us together, in public,” I begin, my eyes never leaving his. “They thought I was crazy. They told me you were no good for me,” I let out a weak chuckle. “I’m.. I’m beginning to think that they’re right,” I can’t look at him in the face anymore. 

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, not like this,” I whisper. My body slightly slumps and I want to cry all over again. 

“No,” Shawn says. My head snaps up.

“What do you mean no? I’m breaking up with you Shawn- you can’t just say no,” I say, my eyes narrowing.

“I know what you’re doing.” A small part of me is filled with joy that he didn’t agree to break up. “You think that by us splitting up is going to make them stop coming after you to get back at me or to make me comply. It doesn’t work that way sweetheart,” He smirks at me, his confidence rolling off him in waves. Now I knew why he was such a valued member in the gang. He could keep his cool in just about any situation. 

“You can leave me but that doesn’t mean I just magically stop loving you.” Shawn takes a step forward, cautious that I might run off. When I don’t, he takes a few more until the tips of his shoes are inches from my sock covered feet.

“And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you. But honestly, does it matter? The best moments in my life have been moments spent with you and if you think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers, you’re wrong. I will do anything to protect you- anything. I don’t care what they do to me, I love you and I’m staying with you till I die baby,” 

I grin, “Staying in the gang might bring that day closer,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaving a kiss to his bruised jaw as I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body. 

“I only have 6 months left then I’m out. Then its just you, me and the open road, we can go anywhere. We could start a family!” excitement fills his eyes and I giggle tugging him towards the bed, watching as he slips off his shoes.

“We have to get through right now first,” He slides out his jeans and grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. 

“We will, trust me,” He says. The smile on his face is so certain that can’t help but forget my worries. 

“I love you,” Shawn says, kissing me softly.

“I love you more,” I say as I pull back and tug him towards the bed.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah,” I ask moving the covers so he can slip in next to me. 

“Never break up with me again,”

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Getting robbed.

Now in 20+ years of working retail most of that time working at inner city stores it’s bound to happen. I’ve been in four stores that have been robbed and been robbed directly twice. That being said if any of you find yourself in that situation my best advice is to give them whatever they want. Most companies have insurance that covers the loss of cash and merchandise. They don’t have insurance that can replace YOU! Be safe out there.

First time when I was on a register guy pulls a gun and I just opened the drawer and asked “you want that in paper or plastic”

The second time I was in the cash office. Now back in the day all of our stores had the office in the middle of the front end raised above the service desk. I was counting down after we closed when I look over and see the barrel of a shotgun. I told the guy I only had one till out the rest was in the safe. He told me to get it so I waked to the other end of the office and the manager was on the phone calling in our nightly sales to the DM’s home store. I tapped him on the shoulder and said “hey this guy over there with the shotgun wants you to open the safe for me” manager guy freezes but the other store heard me and called the cops for us. So thief gets the money and starts running. The police on the way to the store see a guy standing on a corner two blocks away counting a bag full of cash. So of course they catch him and bring him back and ask us to identify him. The manager didn’t want to because he was scared the guy might try something later. But me being me I walk up to the police car and thief looks at me and I yell “HEY! WELCOME BACK!”

This is getting long so I’ll end it here. I might tell the others at a later date.

-Rodney

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The University of Notre Dame

Hello to all who are reading this! I am currently in high school and am wondering, what does it take to become a part of the Fighting Irish at Notre Dame? It has been my dream to go to ND for as long as I can remember (my dad is an alumnus) and I want to know exactly what I have to do in order to be accepted. Please message me if you attend, have applied to, or are applying to Notre Dame! Thanks!