University speaker – What a popular guy you are. Well liked with lots of friends. Comfortable and easy you are in front of people. This you already know. You have a long career ahead of you. Here is what I say to you, don’t let University be your greatest destination.
Enjoy yourself. Have fun while you are in University. Make every moment count. Once you’ve graduated, don’t live in the past. Don’t allow those memories to be the last you create.
You’ll go along way, I am sure.
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Denzel Washington – I just wanted to clarify something as when I speak in my head about my cats – who are living characters for books yet to be written – I am speaking kitty-cat talk. Of course, I must speak itty-bitty, cutesy cuddly in my head. It is how I speak to them in person. However, if I got to write about them I believe the voice would change.
Also, I believe Maurice would not be a bad decision for you – that is if I ever get to write about it. I write this because I heard and felt your discomfort.
People make such a big thing because your last name is Washington. So, I take a risk in writing this, you should know that. As I am treated to urine, wet, and sweat in my panties and underwear because of it.
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Bluetooth lies – While watching 12 Strong I was thinking to myself what was the real reason we were in Afghanistan? Did we actually need to be there? Was it just a political move? A power play and nothing more? Why were we in Afghanistan?
What I heard in response by an audience member making it sound and appear as if this is what I was actually thinking is, yeah, and we didn’t even have to be there. With a scoff and a huff. As though I was undercutting our presence there, the military, the men whom the story was about and on and on. That one sentence alone is far reaching in its imprecise, muddled reiteration.
Creating a negative reaction within the audience let alone whomever else this person then spoke this misinformation to.
What I wanted to know was an answer for I have yet to see a reason other than a politician drawing a line in the sand.
What I want to know is more. I want to know more about our presence in the middle east. It is not at all the same thing to say, we didn’t even have to be there.
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Puzzle Pieces – I went to a workshop/seminar at The Embassy Suites at USF by a Trump organization where I received a copy of his book on real estate. I remember it because the speaker seemed to be focusing on me, speaking mostly to me.
Asking, are we in a buyer’s market or a seller’s market? To which I answered correctly that we were in a buyer’s market since there were so many houses for sale. It seemed to impress the speaker.
They wanted to sell more classes to learn to sell or some such thing, I walked away from that.
What I took away from the seminar was how to take apart a grand house. Trump had bought a famous estate for which he would not be able to recoup the financial gains if he sold it in whole, so he sold it in pieces.
It broke my heart.
I understand the decision, however there was a part of me that wanted the history to remain intact.
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My mother – was a tea drinker. She never drank coffee. It didn’t agree with her, she didn’t like the taste. It’s a British thing. She was a tea drinker. She made great concessions for me, however when I grew up to be mainly a coffee drinker.
When we would go to restaurants she would make a point of asking me if I wanted to have coffee. Again, very well aware of our limited income. I usually ordered coffee.
We ate once at The Embassy Suites at USF, it was probably when my brother was going to school there, I had a dessert coffee with Gran Marnier. It was a special treat, so much so, I have not forgotten it.
A small thing.
A coffee.
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Chicken soup – why are you sick? I have not poisoned you or given you anything with mushrooms. Mushrooms are not my favorite, they are slimy.
I could not order the Caribbean Cooler, I was uncertain it would not be tainted.
If I made you chicken soup, I would make the broth. I have yet to do so, I wonder how different the taste would be. With egg noodles, mirepoix, and white meat chicken.
Are you sure you wouldn’t like chicken and dumplings instead? Have you ever had real chicken and dumplings?
Simmered chicken in stock, cream, mirepoix, fresh peas from the garden barely cooked so they are not mush, with fluffy dumplings (not doughy or sticky) on top? It is wonderful on a cold day to bring warmth and comfort.
You would eat it. I believe you are not that picky of an eater. Doesn’t mean you do not enjoy good food.
Depending on the temperature of the day would I serve you apple cider with cinnamon sticks, proper hot tea, or your choice of beverage.
I have yet to write your favorite meal.
Perhaps you have yet to eat it.
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Election 2008 – I knew when Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton met that Barack Obama was going to offer her another job that she would accept.
It was a good political move. Creating some distance while keeping the Democratic party intact. Seemingly cooperative.
The Bluetooth knows this, the surveillance knows this, the fire alarms know this.
I knew it was going to happen when I saw the news feeds.
It’s what I would have done.
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I had no choice tonight – I didn’t want to go to the movies, it is something I am made to do. They soiled my laundry soap, body wash, body poufs, body scrubbers, and beauty products as a way to punish me, hurt me, degrade me.
It is NOT training.
That is why I did not stay.
They care more about that car and my driving route than they do about me and my brain.
It was not the movie I was most interested in, however the way this life is I am no longer comfortable anywhere other than at home. And, I am not comfortable at home.
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Audition at Forum – I am not certain where the journal entry and writing is where I wrote about my experience of auditioning at the Forum. It seems to have been deleted from my hard drive.
However, I went to a meeting at The Forum at the Amalie Arena. A-Ma-lie. Because I was supposed to be employed there, however I never received a paycheck because they never scheduled me a shift. So, I received an email about a meeting that I was not going to miss because I was going to tell someone about my bad experience of working somewhere when I never received a shift.
I have no idea why this happened.
I have no idea why I was hired there to never receive a shift.
I was also working for Disney – the second time – while I was employed with Amalie Arena. I had access to websites that looked real.
Wearing my jeans, a navy t-shirt, no coat as soon as I parked the sky opened. I opened the trunk to discover I had left my umbrella behind.
I ran to the entrance. I believe it was Taylor Swift who shared her umbrella with me. She also interviewed me at Ann Taylor’s.
When I walked inside – early, not on time, early – I was drenched. Soaked through. I may as well have swum in the ocean. My bra, my underwear, my clothing, my shoes completely drenched.
Then, there was no meeting. No one around. No other people.
So, I asked. It was delayed.
That time came and went.
So, I asked. It was delayed again.
That time came and went.
So, I asked. I was delayed again.
All the while in air-conditioning that was pouring freezing over my sopping body. I shivered the entire time.
It was nearly two hours past the scheduled time before “a meeting” took place. Where nothing was said of any importance. I could barely keep from passing out due to the cold.
But, I waited because I was going to speak.
When, the meeting was finally over with, I spoke with my “supervisor” telling him I wanted to have a private meeting.
You should have seen this “office” what a set-up. I felt hidden camera’s everywhere. I felt I had to audition. Set-up like a police station situation I let him have it. He did not get the best of me.
When we left the office, he told me he felt I attacked him. Big man scared of a little woman. Eyes roll.
I still have no idea what that job was. I “quit” sometime afterward.
They made me wait so long as a means to punish me for not being able to accomplish all of “their” tasks at “their” appointed time.
It’s amazing I did not get sick.
There was a man there someone said, he does all the lighting. Whoever the lighting man with the beard was is gone from me.
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Car Accident – The staff ball for the Obama inauguration was given to me by invitation. Soon afterward, a car crashed into my front driver’s side wheel sending me by ambulance to the ER. I was given a citation, however, I swerved out of the way. The other driver swerved toward me.
I believe this “faked” car accident was a contrivance to keep me from going to the ball. To keep me within the state.
I went to the inauguration. I maxed out my credit cards to do so.
How could I miss something I will probably never get another chance to go to?
Wearing knee-high black boots, black tights, a grey knee-length pencil skirt, black turtle-neck, a grey cowl-neck knit blouse (I believe it was by Champion), and my double-breasted pea coat, my hair and make-up done, I set off for Washington DC looking less like a Floridian and more like I belonged in DC.
I can write more about my travelling and experience in DC if anyone is interested.
My point being the car accident was meant to cripple me, emotionally, financially to keep me within this house. Also, to keep me from exercising and running.
I refused, I ran.
Broken arm and all.
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