Hubba Hubba
After discovering that my DW had been suspended for a while, I looked into that and posed questions to find out why. My suspicion is more lies from narcissists. It's the fashion of the day, in some cultures. I never threaten anybody in my posts. Or lie. So, if it's political, it has more to do w/ DW than it does w/ me. Like, maybe I opposed the war in Ukraine of something. Do you know that Apple Podcasts won't let me listen to mark Levin now? And that couldn't possibly be antiSemitism at work now, could it. We're supposed to support Hamas, who are coming across the borders to help liberate us during the planned civil war - or something like that.
So, I am standing in line at the grocery store, finally feeling good results from my latest supplements and therapies. I am dressed in an open stone T-shirt, over a black A-shirt, and army long-shorts - and an Oklahoma Sooners cap, with hair growing out of it. And my lips are a vibrant flesh-tone...
And the bagger boy (or hairy girl) said to me, "Do you want plastic bags, ma'am?"
Because if anything in Iowa doesn't resemble a cow or a farmer, it must be up for grabs.
Even after I had checked out, sometimes employing my vocal chords in the endeavour, the boy says to me, "Would you like me to take you stuff to your van, ma'am?"
Ha ha ha, crazy. He then said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm an IDIOT! I'm an IDIOT!"
I just laughed and said, "Well, maybe I'm transitioning!" Adding, "Now, go and be at peace, and let not these demons disturb you again. And please be sure to buy my new crochet art." Not really, I just added the second part because this is a creative journal. In fact - maybe I am making all of this up! MAYBE IT'S ONE BIG LIE! Because that's the fashion of the times, right?
Well, I am tired because I'm in my period so ta ta for now, my dear ones. Say hi to FB for me!
(And, no, I wasn't wearing make-up).
So, I am standing in line at the grocery store, finally feeling good results from my latest supplements and therapies. I am dressed in an open stone T-shirt, over a black A-shirt, and army long-shorts - and an Oklahoma Sooners cap, with hair growing out of it. And my lips are a vibrant flesh-tone...
And the bagger boy (or hairy girl) said to me, "Do you want plastic bags, ma'am?"
Because if anything in Iowa doesn't resemble a cow or a farmer, it must be up for grabs.
Even after I had checked out, sometimes employing my vocal chords in the endeavour, the boy says to me, "Would you like me to take you stuff to your van, ma'am?"
Ha ha ha, crazy. He then said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm an IDIOT! I'm an IDIOT!"
I just laughed and said, "Well, maybe I'm transitioning!" Adding, "Now, go and be at peace, and let not these demons disturb you again. And please be sure to buy my new crochet art." Not really, I just added the second part because this is a creative journal. In fact - maybe I am making all of this up! MAYBE IT'S ONE BIG LIE! Because that's the fashion of the times, right?
Well, I am tired because I'm in my period so ta ta for now, my dear ones. Say hi to FB for me!
(And, no, I wasn't wearing make-up).