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. We all need hope this Christmas season. I put my faith in all of my self-identified people. Yes, my beautiful world, you give me hope.
Vatican City. Pope Francis gave his Christmas address, and we agree that Syria and Iraq have suffered too long. Ending the civil war in Syria needs to be a global priority. Thank you, Papa Francisco, for offering the world hope in such a dark age.
My last blog post was finished at 9:15am on 25Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Thunderstruck by my darlings AC/DC as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
It was Christmas morning, and the world was full of hope for the future. My not human trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Christmas morning from 9:46am until 9:52am. And thank you!
I worked online outside of the Pico Branch Library until 10:38am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. After lunch, I took the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I called my mom through FaceTime at 12:57pm. We shared Christmas greetings and blew a lot of kisses at each other. She wanted to be with me but could not make it.
Just before 3pm, I met Drew beside the Apatosaurus. I had expected a Christmas Day adventure, but we just went for Chinese food on Sepulveda and came back. I was sitting alone on a park bench on the Promenade by 5:20pm.
After a little work online, I caught the 5:55pm bus back to my place. After exchanging pleasantries with my roommate Hannah, I was back out the door and outside the Pico Branch Library by 6:58pm.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:10pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it was well worth sitting in the cold outside the library to receive.
By 7:48pm, I was sitting on my bed snacking on cookies while catching up with my TweetHearts. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I woke up on Saturday, 26Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:39am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by my darling late Warren Zevon while I fixed my makeup. At 9am, I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
It was just another Saturday morning. The sun was warm, and I was working. I stayed outside the library working online until 10:52am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.
By 5:17pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I found Dominic and Patricia in time for their last few songs. After I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, they were disassembling their equipment.
5:35pm on 26Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarms! I am so sick and tired of those (expletive)holes! Make them leave me alone FOREVER! @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 6:07pm, I was chatting with Natasha, the Russian lady who sings Russian love songs out on the Promenade. She is such a sweet lady.
I was perched in the Santa Monica Place by 6:45pm. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it made me happy.
I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up on Sunday, 27Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.
This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 27Dec2015.
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.
With Obama's "egg" designed to be completely unsurvivable for me, what could possible be giving me hope? I know I am loved. That is all I need to keep hope in a better future.
My beautiful world, you give me my hope by loving me. Your universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules" in coming. This "egg" might finally become tolerable.
My selfless support system, my Christmas Day in LA was a grand success. Thank you for continuing to keep me safe while I was moving around town. Christmas Day was as safe as could be. Yes, thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, did you all get time with your families over the holidays? You all work so hard. I pray you got some time off. Merry Christmas, darlings!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I was hoping to see you Saturday night, 26Dec, and I was told you tried to make it.
My darling MannedUp, how was your Christmas? Did you get time to rest and relax? Did you get everything you wished for? I pray I see you tonight, 27Dec.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, it was yet another Christmas. I would have preferred to have seen you, but we all know I am forbidden everything that makes life worth living. I pray you were safe and warm.
My darling Bogart, Drew tried kissing me goodnight before he left me on Christmas, and I was all, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Giggle. Just revel in how special you are to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, my beautiful world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I hear you. I understand how intolerable you find life while forbidden from so much as kissing me. We are working on it. The UN wants talks next month. At least, we are making progress.
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, how was your Christmas? I wish I could have been with you. That is where I belong-- in our house nestled in your arms.
Beloved, I just love you so much. We have so much time to make up for.
My hero and my king, you feel so close to me sometimes. Living in the Metropolis of Angels you call home keeps me full of hope. Thank you, darling, for loving me.