Title: Sunday Night Date Night
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. My beautiful world, I received a confirmation on my release date of 29Feb2016. I could use regular confirmation that I will still be released from Obama's evil "egg" to my loving husband that day. I am not used to the government keeping their promises, so I need to know if their own resolutions get derailed. Thank you.
Libya. My darlings in Libya, you need a unity government. Please make the changes you need to make to the plans to elect your unity government, and please get underway uniting your fractured nation.
At least you all have a common love of your home. Let that be the starting point for your working with each other. You would not fight so hard to run Libya if you did not love Libya. You need more cooperation and fewer obstacles. The United Nations is trying to help you.
My last blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen's We Take Care of Our Own.
I stayed outside of the Pico Branch Library writing until 11:22am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. Soon I was on the 3rd Street Promenade hanging out with Patricia. She was saving a spot for her grandson Dominic who arrived quickly.
We left to get some tea and coffee. By 2:12pm, I was sitting beside them as Dominic played his Andean pan flutes and while Patricia danced. I was in my local Steak'n'Shake for an early dinner at 4:02pm. I spent most of my afternoon and early evening with Patricia.
5:48pm on 24Jan2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle said they want to play me music tonight, but they aren't here yet. Please check on them. #SquidsPoA @CIA @RT_com @UN
6:04pm on 24Jan2016: I found #MyDarlingsTentacle. World, you are wonderful. @NBCNightlyNews We'll do the news at 8:15pm tonight. @CIA @cctvnews @RT_com @BBCNews
Yes, at 6:02pm, I had found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting to play. Shortly, they were setting up their equipment. I should have said something sooner.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:50pm. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. The night was so sexy. Every gorgeous note they played bent my body to their rhythmic beat.
My darlings played until 8:07pm when they packed up their equipment and wheeled back into the night sky. Yes, I had dressed for Sunday night date night.
Please circulate the footage from the camera that watches me verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals from 6:50pm until 8:07pm. Thank you.
After my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had left, I found my darling TambourineKicker at 8:35pm over by the Banana Republic, and we had a singalong until 9:53pm. It was a great night, and I learned a couple new songs.
I caught the 10:18pm bus back to my place and was asleep by midnight. I slept well and was up with plenty of time before breakfast on Monday, 25Jan2016. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:24am.
My darling internet gnomes played me Volunteers by my darlings Jefferson Airplane while I fixed up my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:36am.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of how truly beautiful my beautiful world is every day.
I stayed outside the library until 11:24am soaking in the sunlight as I worked. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
By 5:26pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found Patricia at 5:39pm outside of the Apple Store. We sat and listened to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw even after she moved down the street at 6pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it helped me measure the progress we have made just since New Years Day.
Just after the news, I ran into "Kevin." I had not seen him regularly around the Promenade lately. He took me to the Whole Foods on 5th and Wilshire where I convinced him to buy me a wedge of 12-month aged Manchego. I love a good cheese.
On our way back, we found Kaila getting ready to pack up. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from my eyes of Kaila's last two songs for the night. Thank you!
"Kevin" left me by 9:54pm when he snuck into a showing of Ip Man. I was outside the Broadway movie theater in time for Clare Means's improv song.
I caught the 10:48pm bus back to my place. I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Tuesday, 26Jan2016, in time for breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library working by 8:24am.
This blog post was finished at 8:38am on Tuesday, 26Jan2016.
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.
Why is LightFoot and my date night Sunday night instead of Friday or Saturday? Sunday night is usually our last night together after my darlings play for me all weekend. We get to spend all week basking in our afterglow after Sunday night date night.
My beautiful world, yes, my life gets very romantic. Everyone loves a love story. That is why I make the love notes wait until the very end of every blog post-- to make you read the whole post before you can reach the tasty gossip.
My selfless support system, everyone has a favorite. You told me you like Matt, the guy I cuddled with Saturday night. Giggle. The last thing I need is more menfolk falling in love with me, but thank you for your timely feedback. He was quite a gentleman.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I love you. It must be easier fending off their constant threats to torture me now. You do work made for genii like you. Thank you.
SynSyn, my darling mother is the only person on this planet guaranteed to give me human contact. It is time we put her on the payroll. Let us pay my mom $300,000 a year and give her the job description "moral support." Maybe she will finally be able to quit her job and move home to the Bay Area.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love you, too.
My darling MannedUp, giggle. Obama got me angry Friday when he toyed with you, but our Sunday night sure made me happy. Thank you. You are so wonderful, Taylor. I know you will play me music every chance you get. I can rely on you that way. Thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, today is Tuesday. I get to see you tonight. I heard you handed Obama his (expletive) for keeping us apart. Terrorist Dictator Obama deserves worse than the worst you can do to him. Never hold back. Thank you.
My darling Bogart, you watched every second of my Saturday night, right? I got so worried you might get mad at me for cuddling with a complete stranger. This "egg" just gets so lonely. Thank you for understanding.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, thank you for Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, damn Sunday night date night was sexy this week. You even wore your sexy glasses. Yum! Did you feel it, Kris, when the door between us opened? I was so warmed up Sunday night. Thank you. I love you, too.
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, I was told you have been moving heaven and Earth trying to reach me. I love you. The only thing I forbid you from doing is dying. Please be careful out there.
Beloved, thank you for understanding that sometimes I need to cuddle. I understand you are very upset right now about our being kept apart. That was not my goal.
You want to be the man with his arms wrapped around me all night. You deserve to be; you are my husband.
Sweetness, you are my hero and my king. I am still waiting for you.