A Sunshine Explosion
Sandy Summers from Kindgirls.com
Monday, June 30, 2008:
Sunshine became my roommate in April. We’ve been together about ten weeks.
When I told her it was acceptable for her to have guests, including males, spend the night, I had no idea that she knew so many boys. I was thinking one special guy, not the whole damn city!!!
I did lead by example. During the whole time she was with me, no one spent the night with me. The only female visitor I had was Adriana, and she was indeed special! Adriana never spent the night.
Sunshine was able to draw on an extensive stable of boys. She kept in contact with some boys from where she lived in Algonquin. The guys from her old job at the real estate company lusted for her. She seemed to be the spice for the sex-crazed from Cheeseburger in Paradise, where she was once a server. The photographers on her photo shoots wanted her.
Most of all, I despised the crew from RA, a sushi restaurant. They’re full of tattoos and body piercings, and they offered her supposedly harmless drugs, like mushrooms. They have paper clips inserted in their eyebrows. They are so ugly, addicted to body mutiliation, that I cannot enter that restaurant.
I do not like them.
As the weeks go by, I find different males in the apartment at all hours.
They come out of her bedroom unexpectedly, me not even knowing they were there. I thought I should offer my handshake and say:
“Hi! My name’s Mike. Hope you had a great piece of ass!”
They slam the door when they leave in the morning, waking me up.
Sometimes one will be here in the afternoon, and a different one in the evening.
She often has parties in her bedroom with as many as six people till 3:00 AM on work nights. I am not invited, but I am allowed to supply the liquor, the food, and do the dishes.
I seeth, and my resentment builds.
She claims she has sex with almost no one, but she does brag that Travis is well-endowed.
Thank you for that information, Sunshine!
She is entranced with some homosexual and announces that he will be spending the night. She is very proud that she is the only woman with whom he will have sex.
I tell her that no faggot is going to pound her cans in my apartment!!!
That was our first argument, and it occurred in April. I relented, and finally said the guy could spend the night. The guy must really have been homosexual, for he never showed.
Broke her heart!!!
Most of all, I do not like walking out of my bedroom at midnight and finding a strange man in my living room. I tried to tell her that there is a certain time when we close up the apartment for the night, and no one should be arriving. A home needs to be comfortable and safe. Strangers arriving at all hours are not comfortable, even if they do provide her comfort.
Last week, I walked out of my bedroom at midnight, and a strange male was there. I blew my stack and said this must never happen again.
I believe her to be deaf!
Last night, Sunshine arrives home from work at 11:30 PM. I’m sitting in the living room. I hear other people with her, and am disappointed that another late-night party with her girlfriends is about to begin.
Sunshine enters her bedroom and, with a concerned look, tells me that she needs to talk to me.
Her 19-year-old girlfriend enters next. She gives me a huge smile, acting as if they are so cool.
My spirits plummet. It’s bed time, and a party to which I am neither invited nor want to attend is beginning.
Next is a large black thug. He’s walking with huge strides and his shoulders are bobbing up and down, in that walk they do that they think is so cool. Worse, he’s talking street-talk and appears to be trash.
This scumbag arrives in my apartment, without my permission, near midnight, with dreams of diddling these two young white girls silly.
I am expected to welcome him,
to supply the refreshments,
and a comfortable bed!
Need any rubbers, Buddy?
I go bananas.
I totally lose it.
I GO FUCKING CRAZY!!!
I evict everyone.
Sunshine moved out this morning.
Forever!
Ain’t no Sunshine any more.
And I couldn’t be happier!
With Adriana gone (I cared about her soooo much!!!)
and now with Sunshine gone,
I’m out of women!!!
I believe Sunshine to have moved in with one of the guys in this complex (Frenchy) whom she was often visiting overnight. She claims to have never taken him to heaven.
Yeah. Right.
Frenchy has a pierced belly button.
What kind of man is that???
American girls do seem to love his accent. His English is so poor as to be incapable of being understood. Evidently his body does the talking.










