Here I am again, having to hurry and remember EVERYTHING and EVERYONE and mention it ALL before I leave for work. Why?! Because you have an ill functioning, poorly managed, and improperly controlled situation on your hands.
First of all, it is not as well controlled, secure, or stable as you allow yourselves to believe, Lakeland. I saw it on the dock awhile ago, I saw it again today. You better be careful because it is more than my life, welfare, and safety you have to answer to, Lakeland. You invited and allowed a presence to breathe the same air, exist in the same reality as myself and others, but you failed to see the great and grave danger forming, brewing, and building in their minds.
But, I did.
So, again I will say. Be careful, Lakeland. You are not as secure as you think and believe you are. I saw it.
I saw it.
Here I go again, another day sans make-up because you have a chore list for me to finish just to see if I can get it all done and keep score as if my days and nights are nothing more than a check list to tick off. You fail – EVERY DAY – to see the damage, the harm, and the misappropriation of time, money, and personnel being spent and used.
I never understood before why David Wolfe was constantly in my sights, yet never speaking to me or even acknowledging me. Winn-Dixie liquor store wearing my FSU t-shirt that I bought because I had dreams before about going to film school at FSU just like I had dreams before about going to the film school in Bath, England. As I walked out of the store to my left was David Wolfe, walking away.
As an aside – you do know of course how it messes with my head and vision, Helmet Head?! I have ignored it before and pretended it wasn’t happening to me. Trying to compensate for it, but enough! It is fucking with my sight and brain power!
As with so many things since – Jesus, I don’t know how long ago I can say anymore – I wanted to unplug my brain and forget. After seeing David Wolfe, I texted “Erin” about the recipe for an Irish car bomb.
STOP FUCKING WITH MY FOOD, SO YOU CAN COPY AFTER A FUCKING MOVIE!!!!!
Information note: My father, whose parents were born in Norway, he was born in South Africa, was in the Army, he worked in electrical.
My maternal grandfather – best man I’ve known and best male role model I’ve known owned a pool hall with my grandmother. Also, he drove a school bus for the handicapped. He was a barber, and countless other jobs, I can’t remember or have time for at the moment. That man could do anything. Everyone loved him. Coffee with the boys – that’s what he used to do. Oh yeah, I wrote about it before although it is gone now. I lived my whole life looking up to my grandfather, adoring him, loving every minute with him, but the words, I love you, were never spoken. He never said them to me. On his bed at the geriatric hospital he was staying – the last time I ever saw him – it took everything in me to get the words out, I love you. You should have seen his eyes.
I still do not believe I EVER needed to have my female organs removed and replaced with a tracking device and controller.
The reason chrome became a swag-tron is because the bluetooth became jealous. The shelves I really wanted from The Container Store were the chrome ones. I loved the look of them better. I could not see the expense justifiable, but they are the ones I really wanted. I despise what you did to me at The Container Store because I LOVED that store!!!
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 