The same bitch who told Newt Gingrich not to talk about Soros
Being told not to talk, to me, is a lot like telling me not to fart. I already do not want to fart.
Trollda: I thought you might want to mention that Soros is Austrian. Of course that is not what you have heard. I am an authority in this matter, however.
Newt Gingrich is old school Satanist cool. (Hail.) I don't really consider his needs as of any important anymore, as I am no longer terrified by those who misuse powers that I misunderstand.
Like what does this man do so that he's always around? Oh, right. He's a pimp. Turns out there are lots of pimps all over. I never use sex workers so I haven't seen them.
is now talking about Soros.
Painful -exs and sore ohs. I really must admit, I am at a bit of a loss here. I feel like no one is clear on what needs to happen here: whatever I say.
I don't have to do anything to attract someone. My phone has shitloads of contacts. they just don't show up so I can answer them, and the Fagin Team intercepts my messages. I'm not sure where I should complain.
I could use Sourcery? I don't really want to hurt these thieves. I just want my messages to work. I feel as though it's easier for a thief to stop stealing my shit, than it is to run around plugging security holes.
Amazing how losing your cash cow can cause a turnaround in attitude like that. 
Also amazing is figuring out that someone had literally sold me out--I really suppose that i am over it now, as these twerps were and are under duress... it feels weird. It's different for a mother with children. Putting a gun to their heads and cause a real turnaround in attitude.
Similarly, once I discovered that I hadn't been informed of crucial events since before I met the damn woman, it was easy to figure out what I had missed. Especially since there are people who have vanished lately, they really should be messaging me back. Unless I guess they are traphouses like me.
Let me make this clear: I know the law and my rights. THIS SHIT IS ENTRAPMENT. You know who I am I wanted a voiceprint once. I no longer bother anticipating aid. Maybe someone helps, sure. In a world where people are compelled to attack me for reasons that amount to peer pressure..
Multiple people who have never given money attempted to exhort my behavior today. They seemed to think that yelling works.
I bet it makes one hell of a voiceprint. In any event, not so good a point.
Speaking of yelling, I found myself speaking to the gal who finally got around to mentioning that she does have a secret on the job job. So... obviously awkward to hang around with. I wish I had known! I am not sure I need anything from an undercover cop, or ZA CDN, or... sigh.
I don't know what she is, to tell you the truth. It's some weird thing. And her daughter or whatever... it's beyond my control. I guess I should yell? Oh, well that doesn't work on me, I shouldn't think it goes the other way.
George Soros seems like a code phrase. (Divining happens...) Oh, it's something that doesn't affect me.
#1) I have no sympathy for anyone or anything except for the dame with the dead dad. (Sorry.) I'm not really emotionally available right now, you dig? See, that little blip about the dead dad, that's all I got in me. Zip. Been drained. Also, that amount of sensitivity is more than i have gotten from all of you from this entire site for the whole of its existence.
okay maybe minor anxious.
#2) Continuing ongoing events that have some kind of linkage to me that no one thinks is important add up and drain as a constant feature. For example! Jeff cloned my phone.
Jeff did not ask my permission. Okay, and on top of that, no one cares, thinks it ought to matter, and if I pushed the issue, I would be chastised for brijnging up a trivial thing. Right, so your opionions that you're entitled to, fill me with ennui. This will matter later.
#3) SOme of you seem upset that I have gone invite with my legal precedent. First important thing here is that it's real, worship me, don't just be jelly. It is okay to be jelly: yes, what I have done is awesome.
If the envy is too much, why not go harangue Mick Jagger? He gets to do do what he wants, and, he probably wants lots. I have been trained to only desire that which is what I should be having. If I only want what I can have, then I can have everything I want. This is key.
Envy is a drag. I do not envy anyone right now. There is no point. I have made my choice -- full spectrum dominance of the battlespace -- and you have made yours. Uhh... seeems like, families and shit, from here. Well, good for you.
I don't know what it will take for my personal circumstance to shift. I know that I do not feel like dealing with any kerfuflles. For example, I don't feel like paying bills. Also, people are hacking my account and taking money. I'm supposed to, like, reprot a theft? or something?
Sounds like too much work. I'll try to get to it. I do need money. since so litttle comes in. However it should be a indicative mark that what I got going on is so irritating that I just can't be bothered to REPORT ANOTHER CRIME and to be fair, it is not that it is hard to do.
It is that I choose not to reveal infomration to the enemy. The police have made themselves an adversary to me--that's fine. I am pretty goddam intimidating. Especially to police. Hang on.
(*sounds of meth vaping are heard*) Okay --exhales clouds of vapor-- see that? I get to do it. It's lawful. For me at least. I dont give a shit about the rest of you right now. Now, I understand. This is not how it usually goes. I know this. Be aware: I give zero shits on the opinion of ohters. I'd be jelly now too. However, most humans don't get incapacitated from being jelly. Typically they can shoulder the burden.
There's lots of things I am somewhat jeaous of. First things first: eye contact. some people have it, some don't. I don't. wihtout this, I am overly drained when engaging in interpersonal caculations, which happen... uh, like, whatever. look, I have a life, okay? most of it is annoyuing and none of it is encouraging. This will get by soon enough. I'm not sweating anything.
Still, it is an irritating condition and I don't see anyone being sensitive. I don't know if Iknow what that's like. I have a vague recall of being more empathic in the past. People change. It's just life. I will probably be more in accordance with my previous psych profile. Such as it was.
In the meantime you can all go to hell and die. I'm listening to Lou on stream from half an hour ago; it's tedious. "If Jeff don't show up, I'm gonna hit send!" DO IT. DO IT NOW. am I even involved? I have no idea. that's part of my issue these days.
whether I am inovled or not, I have a very close to baseline response to any issue. "I don't care. shut up." Yeah, see, I don't like that either.
I could whine about this but I'd rather not. I don't want to whine at all! What's next, hrrm...
#5) Clayton. I guess he runs around doing shit. Okay, well, great. Hold him down, take his lunch money, give it all to me. I know you won't. Do I even care? YES, in fact a ransacked house is a drag. I don't even care about the stuff that's left. It's lke being violated.
oh wait. it is being violated. it's still a violation. Now I guess I know what those peopel who are traumatically wounded and walk aruond is like. okay, well great. meanwhile I don't think I'm likely to murder him. (Standards.) I also don't think I have any likelihood of watching porn with Spoof.
Interest level: zero. Oh, porn, huh. Okay. Have fun? oddly enough I think this is one of those things that would have bee nthought to make me outraged... why? dunno. maybe then. Maybe. Now, NO. I'm so burnt on this issue. snapchat gets flled bwith the shit, and I have the best repsosne to it--I fill the reply window with pages and pages of text.
About you, Bellgab. I blog to pornographers on Snapchat about you, all of you. Whatever I feel like talking about. I don't care. You have no control over me. I'll just do whatever I want, and if it's a problem then please just break my neck, no need to break a leg.
I'm aware that it's not great to have as an attitude. It'l prolly clear up soon-ish.
Similarly, the girl with the father who tells me in snooty, snarly voice, on his front yard: dude. seriously. Just fuck off. I'm fucking fifty. I have to get yelled at by a parent? sweet baby jesus. this is kafkasesque. It's not like I"m offended. It's that he's a twerp and he couldn't threaten me, just embarssed her, and then what will the neighbors think? Not likely to be "oh we know him" because they don't. And 25 years without taking drugs and sexing a woman who ACTUALLY HAS DONE THAT with everyone, but not me! because I'm wholesome! probaly actual answer.
so anyway I didn't have any on me, because this is kidna the first sign that this is a big deal... because she did ask me to get it and I mysteriously have been in no hurry. WHOLE THING SETUP. Duh. She doesn't want anything but attetion. It's fine with me. Obviously I am not gonna have a stroke.
Her dad, though. Bigmad. APparenlty he does'nt get out manuercared usally. IDGAF, I'm a mastermind genius and I don't need this tiny salty twerp hollering at me with fuckign ORDERS at my age. I've known his daugher 25 years. I don't response well to pimp-daddy's. Iv'e got my own problems. Does this guy give a shit? oh, fuck no.
oh, but he'l just holler at me. like I'm a thug. Sigh. So, anyway, obviously, she does it and gets it from somewhere else and HEY go bother him, d00d. because this is all political.
They just coatriding my star. Besides that girl is not the best temperatment. So I didn't need his fucking advice. I guess it was an order? well, fine, because I don't think I"m going there anyway, as in additon to not doing drugs with me, we don't have sex wither, so obivolouslly, a waste of time.
moving on. why am I yping this? uh, right you miss me. I don't feel like talking. I think you're probably all loathsome scum. I'll just assume that. Why not? Oh, right, it's my turn for that.
Confidence in social graces safety net is at an all time low-low-low.
Next up: diet, hygiene, and medical attention. The whole category is a nightare. This is not rock bottom. This is a total lack of contextual reference. there's no one else here. that does make things simple. no one nags me. I can just close my eyes. Boom, instant Mr. Clean.
I could not possibly care at all about much of anything until someone else exists on a 3d level. This is not co-depenedene. This is "I want to leave town." Why clean the kitchen when I can just leave it behind? sounds great.
Back to conversation. Well, this is not that one. (I left a message.) I don't really need to sweat this with someone that zI am going to... I don't know! It depends. I am not able to select what work is giong to be done.
Alone, that is. I'm not doing it. I'm not gonna theorize again. There's a Divine plan. I gotta trust it. "gotta." pfft. I have no energy for class right now. In any event in a normal world I would, you know, call someone. Talk? hi! *sniper_rifle_clipIN* let it rip.
In other news, I have confirmed that KMM is not really at all very sympthetic or understanding and is now configured to be a toteslezz thuggy piggy ACTUAL_Cop. Wasn't easy! What a peculiar family. They think they're in charge of anything? They're retarded.
I guess I appear to be someone who can get taken advantage of, as I used to consider her someone who will be swindled soon after apparents death, and I really thought she ight need a friend. Now I don't know whow this is relevant now, except... well, she's relevant. to the court case.
I could give a shit about any of your problems, Bellgab, because you deserve friends like her.
And I no one deserves to take that person seriously. Latrern off.
