AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY!
January 4, 2019
Wow, this cannot be a surprise. I hate David. I hate that job. I hate this life. There is love gone and nothing more, anymore.
Wow, I just miss being able to watch television like every other person in the world. It is a strain on my mind not being able to know what’s going on the world, or just watch television and not have to think for a few hours. I am so disinterested in your fake news stories that amount to nothing more than what Cherith ingests or wears.
Only do it this way. Only have this food. Only have that. Only have women and being surrounded by women for the rest of my life. Only have it black and white, or else. Never ever being able to have sex with a real man for the rest of my life. Wow, I guess I hate that job. Wow, I guess I hate this life.
Nothing happens when I don’t write for a day. So, end it. I want my life back. I used to be a real person. I hate this life. I hate living like this. I told you, weeks ago while driving, you are too late. I am a real person, with real emotions, with real feelings, and I told you, you were too late. I am not a television show to script and schedule. Any momentum I had achieved, is gone. You are too late. You do not get to script or schedule time for damage done to my emotions.
I do not believe that the Eel is real. Not anymore. I believe you created a fictious person and fictitious UN alarms, so you could create another series or television shows or films. You are all on your own. I am not interested in helping you.
I couldn’t possibly be any less interested in being a guidance counselor or a counselor to persons in prison. What a waste of my talent and skill.
Can you look at a man and see that he works in a micro-brewery? That he created a beer with cinnamon and pumpkin? Can you? Can you hear a voice and in your mind travel around the world and LOOK AROUND IN YOUR MINDS EYE? I can. I do. It has nothing to do with a Crown or surgery. Something I’ve had my whole life. What a waste of my talent and skill.
They had me “talking” to a “prisoner”. A prisoner where significant progress had been made because of me and my lead. Then, I see in my head they are using a translator. Using video conferencing. I see it is a woman. I said, I question her motives. I questioned her motives for wanting to help and wanting to volunteer. Just like that, almost that fast, she was gone.
Must have been the 15th of December when Chelsea walked over to me to give me my numbers again having to listen to her while alarms are going off all over the world. I am in such a position that I am better off dead than to be Chelsea’s numbers.
Constantly being told one thing by one person at work, then to be told to do it a different way by someone else at work. No one is ever accountable for their actions. They changed all the boxes in line 4 at work. If an item went down the line that did not fit the box, the monitor (or computer program) that programmed the size of the box, then the item was supposed to go to Problem Solve because that item was NOT supposed to be in that line. Wow, I guess I hate that job.
As soon as I do any head work, talking in my head, helping people in my head, solving crimes, saving people, helping the police, helping the FBI, helping the CIA, helping any number of agencies, helping different countries, here comes Chelsea walking over to me with her numbers. Placing me in such a position that I am written up for made up numbers that don’t exist. Does Chelsea walk over to anyone else and give them numbers? I am better off dead than to be Chelsea’s numbers.
Jim Moriarty is not a real person. Of course, he is a real person many times over. He is killed, he is dead, he is caught, he is sent to prison, he is sent to jail, over and over, and over again. We, the audience know this fact on an unconscious level. It is only when it is asked of us to analyze the characters and events that we place the words into fact in our brain. Jim Moriarty is just crime and criminals having him be a character is just – storytelling. Nothing more. Jim Moriarty is caught, over and over again. He is not a master criminal that gets away. Do not be fooled.
Wow, I am not living in the past. I am not in love with David. I am not interested in reliving over and over again three nights of the worst sex – ever. I never came once. Wow, I am not a whore. They had ways of projecting people. There was the camera in the television, the electronics, the surgery, the Crown, they had ways of projecting people that were not here. Wow, not in a million years. How dare you place people in a sexual position with me that I would never approve of, agree with, agree to, or ever want. It makes every person involved in those three nights an accessory to my mother’s murder.
Wow, I am not a whore. I am appalled at these hand years. It is not the same for me. I do not feel anything more from any of the men. Do you actually want to tell me that the way Hollywood, actors and actress work is only by sleeping and fucking each other? Wow, I hate that job.
I am so appalled at David’s participation. He is so revolting to me. He is not worthy of me.
I am so appalled this sort of thing happens to American citizens. My life has been taken from me. I have no choices of my own anymore. I don’t get to have a job that I enjoy where I can live on my own by my own means?
Did you all get to spend the holidays with your family and friends? I didn’t.
My brother and father should probably go to counseling together, and perhaps separately as well. My real paternal grandmother is Swedish from Sweden.
I went to work last Tuesday and through the air while at work while on the clock they used the air to place a massive boil, pus-filled sore on my taint. They thought I wouldn’t take a picture of if on my phone. I must work with some of the most abusive people in the world. Wow, I guess I hate that job.
You failed to follow my lead on everything. You failed to understand everything I was saying and writing. You have me in such a terrible position I am better off dead than living like this. I would rather be dead. Wow, I am not interested in giving you any more displays anymore. You failed to support me over and over. I am better off dead. Now, whenever I die, if it is soon or years from now it can always be said my death will not be from natural causes.
Just look at the color of my eyes. My color is gone. Wow, I hate that job.
I miss being a real person. I want to date real men. I miss real men.
I used to think creatively in my head while working until Chelsea came along. I used to write adventures of my cats until Chelsea came along. Wow, I guess I hate that job.
I am so upset, I am so upset with the instability Chelsea has placed me in with my job being able to be terminated from one week to the next, and not being able to get another job, a different job; I am not changing my shirts at work at all, ever. Until I feel otherwise.
I hate that job. I hate this life.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 