Can you imagine a life where you are not allowed to go to the store yourself?
Can you imagine if an employer had the ability to listen to your thoughts? Can you imagine that you thought of a way to save your employer possibly millions and millions of dollars? Can you imagine if you saved your employer millions and millions of dollars, and in return they did not compensate you – the original thinker, the one who created the idea – because no one corrected the wrongs done?
Did you know that it was David Wolfe as Alfredo Cruz who had dandruff on his shoulders just like my Tuesday cat. Tuesday has dry skin on her back that looked like dandruff. The nicknames I gave her were Tuesday Girl, Tu-Tu, Princess Tuesday because she was all girlie-girl. She enjoyed being catered to, brushed and preened, as if she expected that was the ways things were supposed to be. Make the connection.
Did you know I sat at the head of the table at the break room in The Container Store, David playing the part of Alfredo was to my left, I believe Brandon and Chris were there as well. I was eating my lunch or snack. I had a mandrin orange, I was eating when they all sat down, so I offered each of them some of my orange. Because that is the woman I was before 2014. A giver, sharing what I have with others – always. Not just for others, but for myself as well. For helping others helps me.
There are different versions of David Wolfe I feel I write about. There is the David Wolfe I knew in college who was irreplaceable. There is the David Wolfe at The Container Store who disgusted me with his disguise. Who is associated with the walls coming down letting me know he exposed me, and my deepest hurts to be exposed, distorted, and retold. As if it was his right, and his story to tell. There is the David Wolfe since Sloppy Joe’s that has hardened me entirely.
This last David Wolfe, who resides in my heart does not in any way allow any woman to replace him.
Loss.
Sick sadness is what I feel.
The chewing gum trickery of turning my chewing gum against me, so that my tongue feels covered in millions of welts. Along with my cheeks and gums. Sickness.
This is all one experience to me. So, when one person abuses me it is always reflected back to David Wolfe – alone.
James Franco is an actor. He is nothing more to me. How could he be? He was never here, remember? Nor, was David Wolfe.
If they wanted to be here in person with me they would have been. They chose otherwise.
For clarification: my point in writing that this straight girl was taught that she cannot be friends with lesbians was rhetoric in nature. I was referring to “Erin” drugging over and over and over again. I was referring to my time served at The Container Store, and how they used me to have me drive to the west coast. Of course, I can be friends with all and any person’s. Can I be friends with them in my ear, NO. It doesn’t work that way. Can I be friends with anyone in my ear, NO.
It is a matter of my rights being violated against my will, against my wishes.
You do know that they doped my Febreeze? Right?! I always kept a clean car, I always had a Febreeze clip in my car. Summer of 2014, I was driving, I have no idea where or why, what I remember was being overcome with such emotion, I believed I was going to die. I was screaming endlessly in my car. Screaming. Screaming. Until, I saw the Febreeze, and immediately threw it out the window. Almost instantly I started to deflate to where my normal resides. I was beyond livid. I was beyond livid that someone would do that to me. I could have died. There was no way they could have prevented me from driving off a cliff, running my car into a lampost, or opening my door while the car was moving. What someone did to me was beyond reckless, and they not only got away with it, I am sure they were paid to do so. On this drive, I saw an Edison with his back to me. Either the real one or an imposter, I do not know. However, this was the connection made. Would you want to have anything to do with someone who doped you to such extremes? Would you want to have anything to do with anyone who doped you at all?
To clarify again, I should never have had a skin-suit person being used with other’s talking in his ear. Whoever they were. Male or female. Gay or straight. It should never have happened. Ever. That experience should never have happened.
I am capable of speaking to any persons.
This is in no way an apology. I have done nothing wrong, or did anything to apologize for. I did not enter someone’s house while they were at work, and douse their soap, you did that. Not I.
I am upset with what you have done with my cats. I am upset with what you are doing currently to my cats.
This is another suicidal day. Another suicidal Valentine’s Day.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 