Disclaimer: Men Born Male Only, No Gays, No Skirt Wearing Fairies, No Transgender, No Tires, No Women Allowed! No African-America men, no black men. This is about properness and correctness not the color of the skin.
August 28, 2018
Day 1, 610
As I was getting dressed for work today. Lambert lay at the entrance to my bedroom in front of Maurice who was also laying on the floor. Communicating to me with his eyes. His fur so white it is almost pink, shell pink.
Testing? Never should have happened. It is not about the color red.
David’s alter ego would not and has not had a problem with knowing some things are more important. It is not about the color of his skin. I will not allow the conversations we’ve had to be turned into something that it is not, was not, could never be, nor will I disrespect him or his family in such a way.
Th Vice President of The United States asked me while I was at work to move the military to the left, I did.
Lambert, The Protector of All, The Ever Vigilant, looks like a lion – it is not the name on the bottle, it is Lambert. Lambert, the strongest cat I’ve ever had or known is not gay or effeminate. It is not about where I park my car at work that I need to move. There are many organizations to be used.
My pay grade has not been recognized. It is not my responsibility to respond to those who do not have the proper credentials.
You need to consider the threat of gossiping persons. It is still in the building. It has not been eradicated.
That mechanism in my car console needs to be removed. It was placed illegally. It has been working against me in my mind, a wave affirmed and confirmed it.
I have used this word before mostly while driving, dumballina. This is sparkling white paper towels.
Before the cleaning fairies try – I cleaned my floor how I choose was the best way to clean it. They are still in the building. It is still more of a problem than you realize. It is not immediate; however, it is a threat.
The President of The United States told me while I was at work and working that he thought I was smart.
It was two men, not women. Two men at my work. It was not the clothes of the proxy, or his mannerisms, as he has already been trained, directed, given orders incorrectly. It was the head only. From the lower jaw and above, only. And, that’s why I am smart.
It was not paint-by-numbers, it was time-off in recognition of my hard work.
It is still so distressing that the wine I bought was purposefully damaged because they do not like Murphy. Because of who Murphy is. Because I wrote how Murphy thinks with his tail. How he thinks of ways to make me happy by being himself.
It is being asked of me that I remove Tuesday and Thursday from my computer, I will not.
It is being asked of me that I sit on a different step at work to remove one cat, I will not.
I was written up at work because I wrote that Maurice is not a black cat. Even after the high message was sent beyond her understanding.
I was written up because I want to work a day shift instead of a night shift. There are men about who work a day-shift. It is a way to keep me away from being in the same time zone and wave-length. It is a way to delay my writing.
When David changed the lower jaw, he failed to leave specific instructions. It was about the amount of work being asked of me after hours and tested upon me. It is not my job to report the night’s activities. Writing is not the same as reporting.
When I was in DC for the 2012 inauguration it was one of the creepiest, weird feelings. Where were the vendors, small businesses, and the people? I have said this before because of the heavy problem I am not able to write this very well. Heavy is a problem that does not play well. I have said it was like the town was full of cockroaches. It does have my favorite item in the word, however I said it because where were the people? The place had to be crawling, but they would disappear. It was like they were living in the walls. Wall-E. Indestructible.
No to illegal operations without permission, authority, or consent. Bluetooth is not a radio baby.
Do you actually mean to tell me that the only way that Cherith is allowed to date men is if there is one man who is the body with another man telling him what to say in his ear? And, if she does not want any of those 2 men anymore, then she must go to women?!
Do you actually mean to tell me that Cherith must masturbate as a way to think she is in a movie? Sick. Its gross and disgusting. How many years has this been?
Do you actually mean to tell me that Cherith is never to be loved in person in the flesh by a man who was born a man?
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 