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| It's after 5 pm and the house is somewhat busy with the dogs having their kibble,the stove is on and I'm still doing LLC work. I've discovered a few good FB things and got to do more sales work for my new Lularoe store. It might be a while before people get to trust me and what I'm selling. Lularoe isn't that well known but for girls who are into fashion, the clothes are familiar and the styles are unique. The day has not been that exhausting but I awoke late. The night was terrifying and it caused severe sadness for me and my lover Colin. The morning light had a clarifying effect and in it we feel somehow less stressed. My puppies are well enough but both bark a bit. The older dog likes to bark at my Dad for some reason. But I've learned to tell him to stop barking. I've seemingly had to have another slow learning at training my new dogs. Max has some mental issues - they say he was unhappy with the male side of his former family. Then he was on meds for depression. Little puppy isn't quite ready for training but he is good and despite teething, he is not that difficult to distract from teething. I had a few hours of updating stuff online. I'm not quite able to do much more about some websites. Tumblr is a heck of a place and it's somehow stubborn at downloading. Then reddit isn't too bad but the downloads are still long. I'm at the end of my pay cycle for my wifi so it will have to be paid somehow. It's about $240 and that includes their installation fee. The tv is also due and that;s past due as well. We may have to have no tv for a few weeks until I pay that and Dad has no money at all other than what he's already marked for his bills and the house and the utilities. The reason I'm saying these is because I'm relying on strangers to have pity on me for what the bastard has committed against me and my finances and my life. He's also responsible for killing me and my lover hoping to get me in some weird way. This bastard is someone who merchants on life and souls. He tells them to die (he helps them die) and then he takes their souls away and puts them in another humanoid and that humanoid is his creation and that human that died readily thinking that he died in the arms of his god is still somehow going on somewhere but he's inhabited by a devil who's intent is to find a way to get all his money and real estate and get that out and give it to her or his operator who gets everything. Then they really make that poor human who's lost his soul die or kill him or herself. I"m sick of those who are always trying to question me, and trying to find fault with me, trying to make me look bad to those who might be thinking of me as their queen (which I'm not interested in becoming) or as their potential mate or their employee. I am inundated with thoughts, those who try to pass through my head and find some way to smell and eat and sense what I'm thinking. It's terribly upsetting to me and I wish to have peace of mind for the rest of my life. Thoughts say it's not going to happen. Well, I am sure that this will happen but I'll be wondering whether the rest of my life is going to be any good anyway. I have no other words to write now. Mary |
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