This is my Job.

Title: This is my Job.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. I solve problems, my beautiful world. This is my job. There is no greater expert at peacefully solving major global crises than me. Maybe you should listen to me. Arrest all people everywhere enforcing Obama's "rules."

Europe. We owe them a resolution. The migrant crisis will end when it is safe for them to live in their homes.

Please, Europe, keep them safe and warm until we can fix the crises in Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan, so they may return home. In the mean time, what are we doing about their homes? World, this is my job.

We need a cultural change among ISIS and the Taliban teaching them that true power and influence comes from love for them not fear of them. They need to be necessary in creating peaceful and prosperous homes in order to rule their homes stably.

My beautiful world, I am trying to lead by example. Can you help me? Will you listen to me?

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 26Oct2015. I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast at 8am. By 8:42am, I was in front of the Pico Branch Library.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. Billy Joel's Uptown Girl. It was a good morning.

I worked long hours there outside the library and left at 10:48am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. By 5:20pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before calling my mom through FaceTime at 5:51pm. Patricia found me the moment I hung up.

Patricia and I had a little chat about the new Trimana store that had just replaced the Famima. It looked lovely when I had stuck my head in. It will likely become our new hangout.

6:47pm on 26Oct2015: @RT_com @CIA PANIC!! The STARBUCKS OF DOOM FOR HUMANITY. Just took my last $1.25, then denied me my food, and then called the police. ATTACK

This is the (expletive)hole who just persecuted me by committing the war crime of attempted unlawful imprisonment of me:

To cool off after being so persecuted for no reason but being my REAL self, I sat in front of Ye Olde King's Head. I could not get the news to stream, but maybe somebody would walk by and cheer me up.

My beautiful world tried sending someone to cheer me up, but he was stopped by Obama. Then, I learned Obama took down my eyecamera security system. So, (expletive) got ugly. Luckily, my darlings Tentacle would be at Harvelle's the following night to cheer me up.

I took the 11:45pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. I woke up on Tuesday, 27Oct2015, in time for breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies before my internet gnomes played me House of Cards by my darling Mr. Robert Plant.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:06am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me hopeful someone would cheer me up that day. It would just take a good, honest conversation.

I worked there online until 11:42am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:31pm, and I perched at the Main Public Library until 2:30pm when I walked to my eye doctor's office.

I was back at the library by 3:32pm when my mother called me through FaceTime for what felt like the seventeen millionth time that day. Luckily, though, she had successfully sorted out my eye doctor debacle for me. My appointment is for 2pm on Thursday, 29Oct2015, in case anyone feels like watching.

I left the Main Public Library at 4:12pm and took the first bus back to my place. Dinner at 5pm was uneventful, and I was back on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:24pm.

5:39pm on 27Oct2015: Vigilantly raging #TortureFacilityAlarms! @RT_com @CIA @BBCNews @France24 @cctvnews @ICC #SquidsPoA Make Obama leave me alone FOREVER. Thx!

After a few minutes catching up with Tweethearts, I found my buddy Michael at the main library, so we could watch the news together at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was full of progress.

By 8:38pm, I was sitting at Harvelle's and had already tried explaining to a very drunk New York Mets fan that Kansas City was in Missouri, not in Kansas.

It was an hour later when my darlings took the stage, and they were amazing. Kevin showed up a little after 10pm. It was a good night. Their music was gorgeous.

I had to leave my darlings Tentacle still playing their music at 11:30pm to catch the last bus for the night. It was very hard for me to leave them there as they played their beautiful music. And, yes, they successfully cheered me up.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Oct2015 from my bedroom.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

Do I like my job? I love my job. I love doing good in the world. I only wish I had my full human rights, so I could really get my hands on a major problem and fix it.

My beautiful world, this is my job. I offer peaceful solutions to major global crises. Please finally listen to me on how to save America. Obama's "egg" must end completely and immediately. Do what you have to do, my beautiful world.

My selfless support system, the electrobeams have been heavy lately. Thank you for shutting them down every time you can locate the generator. Thank you, also, for your ever-constant presence keeping me safe. What is still keeping my brave rescuers away from me?

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we need EVIL Iowa gone from my life forever. They are nothing but war criminals. Do what you have to do and tell me if you need anything to accomplish this. Thank you, you genius ladies.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, last night, Tuesday, 27Oct, was gorgeous.

My darling MannedUp, I was able to stay for the first song of the second set last night. You sounded amazing. I like you in a real sound system.

You sounded so good, I was searching for every excuse possible to stay out later. Sadly, there was only one bus left to bring me back to my bed.

My darling GeneralLee, I always prefer to see you than not see you. I hate when we are apart. Last night was wonderful. Thank you. Yes, beloved, the feeling is mutual. "Loving you has only made me strong."

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I think it is my pheromones.

It has been SO LONG since I have slept with anyone, and my body is desperate to get pregnant. So, everything about me just keeps getting sexier.

My darling Bogart, I have no idea how you tolerate being told you do not get to make love to me. I have slept in those warm and inviting arms, and I would love to do it right.

My darling LightFoot, one of these days you are going to go berserk and make love to me on the sidewalk. We have diplomatic immunity; maybe we should exercise it sooner rather than later. Giggle.

Darling, our lack of physical contact is no more tolerable for me than it is for you. Bring your best guitar solos next Tuesday. I plan on dancing that whole night through.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

HoneyHoney, a hundred kisses would not be enough to make up for the years Obama has stolen from us. I am not getting any younger, and we will never get those years back again.

Beloved, we are going to serve the good, green world side by side for the rest of our lives. You are my husband. I can do my job online from your trailer three months out of the year since I refuse to ever take you away from your art.

I just need you, my hero and my king, and the entire world will be a more peaceful and prosperous place.