Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Weekend

Title: The Weekend

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 darlings Tentacle come out to play on the weekends. I never get a day off. I am always working, but I get to meditate on the weekends. The only thing better than Tuesday nights at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.

USA. People of color are boycotting the Academy Awards this year. Simply put, Hollywood does not proportionally reflect the ethnic diversity of the world. I am joining the boycott. I will not be watching the Oscars this year.

My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 22Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Do or Die by my darlings Thirty Seconds to Mars. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:51am.


Just like clockwork, my period had started that morning. I stayed there out on the patio of my local Subway working online until 10:53am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.

At 12:18pm, I sat down at my local Burger King with my darling Nemo. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my afternoon on 22Jan beginning at 12:55pm and ending at 1:16pm. We had a delightful chat until I left him there at 1:34pm.

I was soon on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I bought a cup of coffee on Wilshire and walked through the Pacific Palisades, up and down the Pier, and at 3:01pm, down to the ocean.

There is a peace only the ocean can give me. If there is a nanotechnology camera pointed at the beach, watch me there among the waves from 3:06pm until 3:13pm. My glow was golden like the sunshine.

I bought my coffee refill at 3:58pm.

4:47pm on 22Jan2016: Repeating #TortureFacilityAlarm! Is Iowa aiding and abetting war crimes AGAIN?!? #BlisteringCounterCharges! @UN @cctvnews @RT_com

I zipped to and from my place on the bus including eating dinner at 5pm. It was 5:34pm when I found my darling TambourineKicker on the corner of the Promenade and Arizona.

Craig and I had a little singalong and took our coffee break at 7pm. I stayed there hanging out until I left to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I need to remember to tell my NBC News team more often how much I appreciate them.

I was back beside my darling TambourineKicker by 8:40pm. I had looked around for my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 8pm and had not found them.

But sure enough, they did play right where I looked for them until 10pm. I found them there right after 10pm packing up their gear. Talk about Obama and his conspiracy making me angry.

I updated my blog notes and caught the 11:18pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I slept so well that I slept through breakfast. By 9:43am, I was on the patio outside of my local Subway.

My internet gnomes played me An Invitation to the Blues by my darling Mr. Tom Waits while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.


I stayed there outside the Subway writing until 11:16am. I chatted with Sonny during lunch at noon, and dinner was tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.

By 5:23pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I caught the last few songs of my darling Wheels before he had to move down the street at 6pm. Soon, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me wish I had a way to call my little sister Tylia. I miss her.

After the news, I bought a cup of coffee and looked around to see who was out playing music. My darling Wheels was preparing for his 8pm spot, and I found my darling TambourineKicker at 7:57pm outside of the Starbucks on Wilshire.

We had a little singalong until he wheeled away at 9:43pm. I sat down in Ye Olde King's Head Pub at 10:04pm with a bourbon neat.

Almost immediately, I ended up bar hopping with Brad, Tommy, and Ben. They were in town from San Diego for a guys' night out and brought me along with them.

After a few hops, we returned to Ye Olde King's Head where we parted ways. A guy named Matthew invited me to Izzy's on 15th and Wilshire for breakfast, and we ended up at his place cuddling all morning.

I know you are all salacious gossip hounds, but all we did was cuddle. I wish I could give you more to gossip about, but that is all I have got for you. I know you watched every second of it.

By 8:27am, I was up chatting away and playing his piano. Matthew lives in a studio apartment with a desk strewn with pot, cigarettes, and hand-scrawled sheet music. By the wall at the head of the bed were five guitars and a cello.

I never used to think I had a type, but certain personality types, I assume, can sniff me out in a crowded room. He drove me back to my place, and I was outside of the Pico Branch Library playing phone tag with my mom by 10:44am.

This blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016.

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 am I boycotting the Oscars? As a person of color, I can count on one hand the people in entertainment who look like me: Tia Carrera, Lea Solonga, Lucy Liu, Margret Cho, and Lisa Ling. If you think Blacks get type cast, try being an Asian woman some time.

I have been asked frequently why, with all of my talent, I chose to be a writer instead of an actress. I thought the answer was obvious. No one creates roles for women like me.

My beautiful world, I hope you had a great weekend. My fleeting moments with my darlings Tentacle are far too rare. I pray you all had some time for yourselves. Everyone needs a break from their grind every now and then.

My selfless support system, you work tirelessly to keep me safe. Thank you. Do you enjoy my meditation as much as my darlings do? We ALL look forward to the weekend. At least I can offer something worth watching while you all watch over me.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you kicked their unholy (expletive)es all over the place. Thank you, my hero lady friends. We WILL tear Obama's "egg" down. Oh, yes, we will.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, oh, do I love you!

My darling MannedUp, I love knowing I can still make you giggle. I was told we have been waiting until today, Sunday, for you to play me music. We will see if you have enough human rights to show up. And, thank you!

My darling GeneralLee, you, sweetheart, are waiting until Tuesday to see me. I cannot wait! Why will this damned "egg" not end already, so we can see each other any time we want?!?

My darling Bogart, thank you for changing your focus to the full universal disobedience of all people everywhere to Obama's "rules." I need my people to be free before I can be. Thank you, darling. Kisses!

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, tonight is Sunday night date night.

My darling LightFoot, Obama makes me so angry when he toys with you. I was furious on Friday. You are a person, not his sacrificial pawn. We will get him and his whole conspiracy. I am done with your being toyed with.

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, identify everyone who keeps you away from me. Then, ask all four of the rest of the Queen's Lovers Five to identify every living soul and entity that keeps them away from me. We are turning them all in for terrorism and aiding and abetting war crimes.

Everything they aid and abet by keeping us apart from Obama's open enslavement of me to Obama's proven systemic rape of me not just Obama's starvation of me, defamation of me, and mental health genocide in the public is my blood on their hands.

I am beyond unamused. Turn in all of our evidence to the United Nations. The International Criminal Court needs to issue their arrest warrants since justice is still impossible in America.

Beloved, tell the UN I am demanding criminal charges be filed. They will never stop until they are arrested. They have committed crimes against America and against the whole of humanity by persecuting me worse that treason. And I am done with them.

Thank you, Sweetness. Obama made me angry.

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