Shanon Norman
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Big Rat's Review on Scammers
How many companies have scammed me in the past few years? Let me count...um.... Nevermind, let me just start dropping names like they're hot. Here is my big list of Scammer Companies for all those people who are naive like me and will get taken advantage of unless someone like me who has already been duped gives you a FAIR warning.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Trader
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 10
"Try!" Shanna heard a voice in her head. It kept repeating that one word. Most of her Wednesday had been spent on the same old typical daily tasks that she had grown comfortable with. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing especially impressive or remarkable. She had put on an old movie. One that she had watched several times already. She just couldn't get bored with that one. It was so well done. It was like listening to one of her favorite songs. "Try!" the voice demanded again. She took a deep breath and got out of the big leather chair on wheels in front of the big wooden desk.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 9
The air conditioners were on all day in the condo. Usually, the small bedroom was ice cold from the unit running in the bedroom window, but the past few days Shanna noticed that the room wasn't at the usual coldness. The living room unit was still keeping that room very cold. So cold that she wore a sweater when she was inside. The outside was totally opposite. The temperature outside was in the high 90s on most summer days, and Shanna was miserable in that heat. She couldn't breath well, she hated sweating, and she didn't like stripping her clothing off because her soft fat was exposed to the skinny minded world's criticisms. Any summer in Florida, was just a hybernation period. A long six month stretch beginning in April and finally ending at the end of September. A miserable long stretch of unbearable heat and tolerating annoying body shaming criticisms. Shanna couldn't even find an affordable bathing suit she liked. The current prices for nice bathing suits were up to $50. She just counted the days until October. Once October arrived, the quality of her life would begin to improve. She knew that many people in the North felt this way about Winter. They thought that Florida was so perfect. They hated the long six month stretch of cold weather forcing them to wear coats and hats and scarves and gloves --- Forcing them to scrape ice off of their car windsheilds --- Forcing them to hybernate inside where it was warm and safe from icy accidents. She knew how many thought. "The grass is always greener..." she whispered to herself, "But one day, I'm going to be a Snow Bird. I'm going to live in the South from October to April, and in the North from May to September. Then I will have the best of both worlds. One day it will happen. Some day. Some day."
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 8
Wednesday morning, Shanna woke up before Norman. She got a cup of coffee, cold and stale, leftover in the pot from yesterday. Sugar and milk was not enough to make it taste good. She smoked a cigarette. She heard Norman get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She laughed about his incredibly long pissing. She began complaining about her life, wondering what his reaction would be. He seemed to have heard everything she said, but as usual, he didn't say much. When he attempted to say something, she'd cut him off with a repetitive line, in a chiding, mocking manner. He finally brought his voice up to the loudness of hers, and she backed off a bit. She slammed her palm angrily on his desk, pleading, "Why can't you just say that I'm right?"
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 7
When Shanna opened her eyes after a deep thorough sleep through the night, she was uncomfortably warm. She saw and heard that the air conditioning unit in the bedroom window was still on and blowing, yet she thought she might be sweating. She sat up and saw that two thick comforter blankets were on her twin bed in a messy pile. "I guess I should have made the beds yesterday," she murmured to herself. She looked around the room and saw Selia sitting on the top of her boombox which was set on the small wooden side table between her bed and Norman's bed. Norman was already up, gone. Shanna wondered what time it was.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3
I finally got to see the third movie in the Guardians of the Galaxy saga. It was much better than I thought it would be. So good that I want to write a review about it. There were a few issues to criticize, but mostly I wish to praise the last installment.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Geeks
The Existential Woman page five
When Shanna awoke on Monday morning it was about 7 a.m. She dragged herself to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. That was her habit and routine. Coffee. She didn't wake up and rush to the bathroom to wash her face or brush her teeth. She couldn't even think about dealing with life or thinking without at least one cup of coffee. Whether this was a superficial belief or a deep truth, she didn't care to change it. She was comfortably settled about the daily ritual.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
The next day, Shanna was sitting in her cushy chair looking over some stickers that she thought she might use for a new deck of cards. She was frustrated as she looked them over. She didn't really like the style of the stickers and there wasn't enough of them to create the number of cards she wanted to make. She put the stickers in a folder and back on the shelf and decided that she could not make the cards. Reba would have to wait until Shanna could figure out how to make a quality deck.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
After surfing the internet and playing some online games, Shanna looked around the small condo and decided to do some cleaning. The kitchen sink was filled with dishes. They weren't all her dishes. Her brother Norman had put some dirty dishes in the sink also. Norman and Shanna lived together in the small condo. It was all they got as an inheritance from their father when he died a few years previous. It only had one small bedroom and one small bathroom, but the siblings made the best of it. They each had a twin bed in the bedroom, and they each had their own "spot" in the living room. It was cramped, but neither of them could afford to go anywhere else. Although Norman worked, he couldn't afford the prices of other dwellings. Shanna couldn't find anything within her retirement budget either, so they tolerated each other. Sometimes Shanna loved her brother Norman very much and was glad that they were roommates. Sometimes she couldn't stand the sight of him and was glad she had her own vehicle so she could drive off and get away from him for awhile. This particular weekend, Norman was the one who drove off in his vehicle. He had invited her to go camping with him, and although there was a part of her that wanted to enjoy time with him again like they used to a decade ago, she declined his invitation. She didn't want to risk an argument between them while camping when their homelife was finally getting to a comfortable peace between them. She turned the sink water on and washed the dishes quickly, setting the washed ones on the drying rack. Once the sink was empty, she wiped it clear of any food or residue. Then she took the garbage out. Her cat Selia stared at the open door looking for a chance to run out.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Shanna took a shower. She liked the water hot, but not scalding. She liked the water to create a steamy room which was easy to accomplish with the bathroom door closed because the bathroom was so small. When the water felt enjoyable to her hand, she stepped in and closed the shower curtain to stop any spillage. Then she tilted her head back and let the hot pouring water soak her hair and head. She lathered up a bar of soap in her armpits, and giggled about how she had decided not to shave the hair there. It was not a feminist action, because she had shaved her legs just a few days previous in the bathtub. She had decided not to shave her armpit hair for health reasons and for her preference. She liked the feeling of silky legs, but she did not like the feeling of shaven stubbles in the armpit. She preferred the feeling of her soft armpit hair, and she knew that deodorant on shaved areas could create health issues. For all of these reasons, she decided that she would break the habit of shaving her armpit hair. Yet she giggled touching the nice soft hair there, knowing how the world she grew up in thought about women who didn't shave that hair. "I'm a beast!" she laughed and enjoyed the scent of the saop. She let the water rinse off the soap as she held up her arms to the shower head.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Shanna had celebrated her 52nd birthday alone. She had decided that since she spent the majority of her time alone, holidays and celebrations were not going to be special or a priority in her life anymore. She looked into the long full-body mirror to judge herself the way she judged others, on appearance.
By Shanon Norman9 months ago in Fiction