At times, I quite despise puzzle pieces. I am of the complete and absolute understanding that people do not have the complete truth – I do.
When I was trying to sell put family home – I never should have done, I should still be living there – a family, who appeared to be of Indian descent “pretended” to look at my home as if they were going to buy it.
How they lied to my brother. How they lied to my father. How they pretended and lied to my mother.
This family, the “grandfather” type ate pistachio’s. He left pistachio shells throughout my home. Who does that? Who walks around a house as if it is the outside?!
Can you un-see a person?
Can you go back in time a never meet a man? Never see his face or body? How I wish this was possible.
I don’t believe in this anymore. I believe it is all tricks and ways of putting information in my head rather than the real thing. If it was the real thing, I would be getting better communication, credit.
I am writing specifically that this is not real. Because to me this is real. There needs to be more done for me, I will write no more about the lack on your end.
I always say it the same way, I always take my calls the same way, I always spiel the same way. This I said more than once when I worked at Hilton. I explained to more than one supervisor, it was a strategy I used to make sure I would get my scores the company used as grading to ensure quality. I said my spiel the same every time so that I did not have to think, there could be no question. It also allowed my supervisors to have faith in me and my work. This is not the first time I used this way of working.
Using a former football player was done not for me, or for sports. I believe they wanted me to write about this for some reason.
When I left Hilton, people know about this, yet it seems not every person involved is aware of this information. When I left Hilton, I was in shock as I was at such a loss over David Wolfe. When I returned to school in the fall and he was no longer there it was not the same for me anymore. He meant so much to me I was in shock that a man in my life was gone – forever.
His best friend Andrew something…did his last name start with an S…I never formally met him. However, I believe one afternoon after class Andrew followed me to my car calling my name, I didn’t turn around, Andrew gave up and left.
My guess is David missed and needed me too or his friend wouldn’t have tried to contact me. Perhaps it is best that we never got to be friends again. I was in shock and mourning a friendship gone.
If you are interested – Fair Game. Opening montage, blonde woman in black and tan or khaki (for shoes I wore) is me at Hilton, men at back of truck all different pictures edited together, is this the VP of a different color? Close shot of man’s eyeballs – real video of an interrogation.
Is this a picture of Oliver Stone?
Man, on bus meant to look like a Roy Campbell, eyes, not real color or shadow – FUCKING PROBLEM!
Belly of a man at the airport – HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM!
Operative, I see, I will not tell you the direction.
Are you actually using surveillance footage…of like, Saddam Hussein palace and residence and piecing it into films? Or just mine?
Goddammit! Who is facing me at the bar?!
No, I don’t like him. This man walking opposite of a heavier version of a “me”. No, no, no, no, no.
These two men at the table…are working? Watching. Real.
Don’t tell me that curly-haired boy-man is a real royal?
No, don’t tell me that man wearing a guard’s uniform is not that bad man I think he is.
Execution feet while Bush is speaking?!
I don’t know this spliced together face of the UK, but it is not all that it appears to be,
Mass murderer – you cut his hair and shaved his beard to shame him, tell me he is not a mass murderer.
Bad kid.
Or none of this is real at all.
You should know as I am sending this to my blog, I’ve dumped this information out of my head. I will not retain it.
How many jobs do you expect me to have and do anyway?
Some people will find this information interesting. The last grade I finished in public school was ninth. I was home-schooled for a while went to night school, but the last grade in public school was ninth. Then, ten years later I went to college.
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WE - DO NOT AGREE! 