So here's the thing: David reached out to me last week, supposedly expressing interest in squashing our long standing beef.
5 minutes after takeoff—crash with no survivors. /flex
Consider the interest in attempting to do this without any kind of consult at all. In truth it's kind of bizarre. Is it because she's fragile is because she's unsafe is because I'm hazardous well you know we might want to check on that!
Then again, we might not.
I'm unaware of any kind of plan or beef or activity. Therefore there must be something underneath the surface because clearly something's going to happen the next day.
March 8th.
Now, strictly as a courtesy, I've painted myself in a very harsh light as if I really did have some sort of substance use problem, because that's what her initial report to the statement the police said, so I figured I want to make it real quick look good.
The surprise witnesses that they got an audio recording to hear the whole thing so her story is obviously crap and mine is accurate and then why are they doing this anyway? Oh well cuz I got to do something and I don't object to David doing what he's doing but I'm also not aware or in compliance or consenting.
It's kind of a gray area. On the one hand he would probably rather kill me. On the other hand oh yeah I should probably not bust him. Does it even matter?
Well maybe. I'm not going to do anything except have fun, I don't really want to hurt anybody, and then I don't know how I could hurt anybody, and I don't really know if the woman's going to recognize me or not which is really an issue for my defense team, cuz I think they might have to be concerned about that.
In reality nobody else be concerned about anything other than how they're going to apologize. Not that I demand one but you might want to pay attention to what you're doing it might actually matter later on and then somebody is going to be concerned about something that happened. Just a hunch.
Delightfully it is believed that I could be diminished and ignored which is sort of the case. I'm through the matter is it doesn't matter what they do there at all because I'll eventually go there, and going there now is not necessarily practical.
Better that they continue to argue about what to do with my land before I show up actually. One thing they need to know what to do. For another I'm happy with whatever for a third they're all terrified of me.
I'm like the boogeyman made flesh. The upshot of constantly showing up and smiling and grinning and not doing anything and then going away is to ratchet up the anxiety and attention to a degree that I can't understand.
I wasn't trained. Apparently that matters.
Also I'm not making my point clear in the right way, this absolutely matters. Fortunately I'm doing it this way on purpose in order to gain an evangelion later on and all the running around is really just spinning wheels for some.
Apparently there's some kind of important thing to do? Well if it's not told to me it's not very important.
Oh really is I'd rather just clean my garage and for 2 months I haven't been able to get in there. The illusion that I need some sort of dangerous item has been maintained strictly as a courtesy. There's really no more dangerous item around the place than her.
I don't think there's any problem. I think if there is a problem, then confinement is probably the only final option. I don't know what's been going on there but, I don't see that anything productive has been done.
I also would see that anybody has noticed the due diligence that is required. Now, friends in order to save money I look past these issues because I think that it's helpful to let people figure things out for themselves.
Oh, and it has been.
For example, I'm totally down with David's plan. He strolled in and believe that he is in charge and he certainly is, cuz that's to my benefit. It's hard to argue that. The belly laughter alone is giving me sugars.
Now in some extent this isn't working out very well in the long term, but it's setting a nice precedent that I'm fond of. I'm not interested in embarrassing her and I'm not talking about her sexual exploits on the air and I'm not hiding her away away from anybody without letting him talk to them. Etc etc.
Luxury short: perhaps your parents need to see what it's like, River Tam. Does your precognition feel any raver attack coming in? Let us know when a single spaced paragraph essay thread talking about how you adore your childhood and what you remember of it.
Meanwhile I'm doing all right I suppose. You'll be surprised what a man can learn while watching these things happen. And remember I generally care for these people I don't have a bone to pick with any of them.
So we got to ask ourselves how does he feel that I'm a hostile force? I'll frankly be fucked if I know. There was a time when I had tracking ages on her I could get service since of that but that kind of went away a long time ago. I honestly I wasn't important, right?
Well, some one will check with the fire department on that. In general though I'm not sure what's going on here. Other than spun dorks being spun and not noticing their spun and then being spun until they're not spun and then wondering how they're going to get spun.
Seriously I just saw that. That whole I'm rubber and you're glue thing really pays off on certain kinds of shields.
There is a principal item somewhere in the house that if they were to identify it might actually help them to remove it from the building but I don't know if they have time for that before the next wave of locusts come.
I don't know what they do for 2 months. Honest to God, I don't. Sometimes you just got to let a bottle of wine breed when you open it. Breathe. ALL THINGS SERVE THE BEAM.
No sign of Tinkerbell. I would be surprised.
So I got here the situation where everybody knows what's going on, and I'm more than happy to let them figure it out, and I'd like to drive on the property! We don't know how this is going to go.
And by we, I mean anybody but David. He of course knows what he's going to do. He's a genius. And I don't think he's likely to cross arms with me because there's no reason to.
You want to my wife I gave her to him have fun good luck. Would you like garlic bread with that? Honestly ,it's all good. He does want to do things with her without anybody seeing the way he's taking advantage of her to obey the law but, as long as I don't approve I don't think it's a real problem. Additionally I like seeing how they're hashing this out.
It's not a laughing matter, there's some serious business going on here. Since I'm not here, currently all stops at the desk of Allison I don't know who I don't know her name. Which is fine with me I'm not real picky.
Since I'm so blisteringly intelligent it was assumed that I had some sort of plan involved to presto chango and hide from taxes at the very minimum where else get drugs or whatever but actually the only plan was to see what happened.
Well they're doing gangbuster work here. I know I'm impressed. In the final analysis that just has to be paid attention to.
I don't know what he thinks he's doing but it's possible that in his mind he thinks he's doing what I was doing but no it's not actually what I was doing. Because I was not running around naked drunk as a lord trying to have sex with a girl running away because you thought she was me, and couldn't tell the difference. How could she on all that mescaline? I'll be honest I don't know if I actually transmitted them but that is what I guessed, and I don't know what they're actually doing but it's not definitely not mescaline.
It's probably not mescaline. And it's probably not strictly lawful what has been built here, because it's a absolute fucking row of a sand castle. And, I don't really mind!
About the only that mines is the goblin kobolds underneath the substratus surface. I honestly don't know what their recreational profile is, I'm not invited and I'm not in charge you know you only can just tell people what to do for so long before you just give up and let him go on their own way.
It's funny how my house is these people's their own way. But once again, I don't mind giving a chance wear a chance is due.
I feel relatively content. Still superior to a Mensa meet'n'greet, and so I consider the entire project to be a success.
Signs of panic buying are evident on the premises. I don't know what to tell you, I may have to call for the wahahambulance.
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