This property gets the most traffic on Tuesdays. Therefore, let me let loose. I did not sleep at all, and am now aware of more of my audience. People I didn’t even think knew I had a website really do know. Love you guys!
To the trolls and discounters, stay silent, or I will slay.
I worked for a company and found myself being incessantly called and texted. I could not take it without pay. I did not get paid a penny for my time. The pathetic POS thinks I am going to hack him. Sir, you have been mistaken. Slavery was abolished in 1865, your ass has been reported to the government.
As a friend said, “never underestimate someone who has nothing to lose.” All I have left is my life.
I busted my ass for this dysfunctional doofus. I am trying to get out of a hole I DID NOT CHOOSE to be placed in. If anyone wants the best diet plan, try poverty. It works wonders!
Also, I write Memoirs, I document everything in analog. This venomous company preyed on someone at a disadvantage. To the trolls that think I rake in money selling, I pay 7% in fees to PayPal, 10% to eBay, and for every mistake the USPS makes. That, right there is not the American Fuckin’ Dream. Everything is documented.
I owe my electric company $500 and other utilities a minimum of $100 each. My house is in forbearance, and I am financially fucked. Despite the numerous marriage proposals from showing my tits covered in mud, those men do not have their wallet open, and if Prince Charming thinks he is showing up now after my 20 months of hell, he can get fucked and not by me.
No matter what, I work every day. I cry every day. Yet, I continue to put on an act of strength and stability. To those who ripped on my mental health, shame on you. I AM NOT THE PROBLEM, YOU ARE. You are the dredges of society that place people in personalities I call, impersonal.
As Marilyn Monroe said, “madness is genius.” Would I rather be rotten or remembered? I am a fully-functioning fuck-up. Discrimination disgusts me. People dance with their demons through drugs, alcohol, or other vices. I have always worked. Shit just doesn’t pay these days.
As I have aged, I have realized I wasted time waiting for the wrong people. Those who didn’t deserve being waited on. I also learned that the right people I may have bounced from. Yet, the right people continue to live their lives and show support. Empathy, a fucking rarity, means people who are there and always were. Life happens, but you try to keep in touch. Sometimes it gets challenging.
I love that I have the freedom to be me. I hope one day everyone can possess the ability to tell anyone to get fucked, make their own choices, and only answer to themselves. As I said previously, slavery was abolished. You are NO ONE’S bitch unless you choose to be.
If I disconnected from you or deleted you, maybe I made a mistake. I find it amazing that Americans do not confront conflict. Other cultures want to learn what went wrong and make it right. That right there, I deem a pitfall of The Divided States baby.
I am going to start my day and finish planning my Halloween idea. I also will be hitting the streets today with my microphone. Despite this country being uglier than me without makeup, I will make sure I put the powder on.
To that lost soul, who still visits me frequently, find yourself. Was blasting my ass to your 80,000 followers the right choice? You have 80,000. I prefer the world. Kind people do exist. I hope you find them. You certainly will not selling used beauty products.
As my hacker once told me before our friendship fucking derailed, “c’est la vie.”