Monday, September 19, 2016

Opinion 3174

and that's where it went. It took so long to get into my computer to load it up and attempting battery AND breaking my arm in in away halfeeds. The big h bombs of shit I just dropped and then attemping to find more information in my life. but w secrect hoops. there are not enough pick up people in the network. For me it's almost a federale felony to own a felony, I really know I'm in the wrong stock picks. For example I went to Apple's bees B grade facility and today for a glass of the pinot and the only ones who spoke to me in my beta eta psi where the one sounding like a selling woodfire steak and the girl who was complaining to me in a min pin about her lack of tips. Then the standout attorney that approached me was only interested in what I was drinking because of the intellectual copyrights to a new ty

Thursday, September 15, 2016

I never get to say what I'd like to say.

Really not sure what to say any more. Felt like I was doing chapter work and now that I'm not able to do that any more . I don't know what to say . Know I'm lacking education and need some more friends who share there is no us without us, really feel bad about myself having to explain things. Going to try to continue forwards with the 5 honors courses requirements. But still don't have the abilify to get done with what I need to get done. I know I've been psychistrized and tortured. I'm been laired agaisnt. I'm not happy. This is just a bunch of complaints to nobody. Really feel like I'm stuck in a plaugurized __________ conversation. Never having anyone on the phone. But I know I need to call 9-11. I tried to get my mental history fully recorded. But had no assists in that marketing. I really am not sure why I can't get past ok in conversations yet. It's very difficult being told I'm supposed to. marry for business, and driven in a way forwards against what ever people do in her life . I'm tired of not having anyone to talk to. But I'm stuck here being alone. There is nothing else to say. I don't want to be available for some foreigner . I hate my history. I'm not even able to find much strength in my character. There is always a side that works against the arts, ;stuck here thinking about the science of it all. I have so many flaws I have to perfect. I am not sure why I'm still here looking like i do. I don't understand so many topics. My mind is unable to complete everything that I wanted to achieve. Not sure what else to do. Realize I'm a loser, my team. My men are what they are. I try to bring encouraging words uncomplicated. Nobody gets me. I'm still here in this office that doesn't exist. Trying to complete things I'm not even sure I want the office any more. We are just here dealing with  You know what. what we hear, what we see, what we smell, and who we can't communicate with. Not much here to talk about.

There is this Army under Air Force battle that is a raeal thing. It's a dead zone. But not like the commerical Mitsubishi. I know I'm not able to enjoy where I've been placed. I'm not happy with being in the the games I've played. I was raised by the wrong person. and know I don't want to lose my firsts strongest voice. I still have friends honestly. They help. But are not always in the present. Sell to peope. I'm stuck here not being approached. I'm also 4 people under in the my car. They don't help. They just dirty and complain and think they are software intellectuals. Asking me all kind of questions to expalin. I'm not interested. I have no way too.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Fuck you microsoft.

Yes I know I didn't edit. Yes I know your a bitch to me. Fuck you google. Fuck you apple. Fuck you intel. FUCK YOU.

I need a better opinion on my appearance.

I don't think anybody is going to care enough around here to do anything but tell me some dumb shit like, give me a compliment online (on the internet). So I can be able to keep up with myself. I'm not going to rely on people difficult with me. I don't know what an SSO payment is. But I found myself tonight. Just getting harrased by cops. That's the way it happened. I'm not a DJ, I'm not a rapper. I haven't sold drugs for a living, but I'm a liar and I give it up. I just quit smoking. Really I'm just trying to be positive and be able to rid myself of fraudulent unamerican items in my posession. I really don't care about money that much, honestly. Because of me just lying about that yeah. I did like Win's book about automatically making payments for most things. But I still haven't gotten my 6K, from work. Or whatever. Credit card is stacking up. Running out of money. But it is a Friday and I just got paid. Los Rios should fucking let me know in Triplicate when I get paid. This is ridiculous. The girl at the gas station was cute. Although I didn't approach. I'm just really busy. Homework is saying she is going to make eye contact with me. I know I'll get an A in that class it's history.

Trying to deal with updating, but; it's a slow little project. I wish I could get more friends involved through school, but the hardest part is I didn't read the book, missed class yesterday. I'm just used to dealing with claustraphobia from from my past. I don't really want to go into it right now. and also the loss with numbers. The damn cop told me to get out of my accounting. It's a mandatory class for my major. I just don't know what everything is I'm dealing with. I'm tired of looking at 50 years of combined church and windows.

:Fucking angry.

Going to go back to whatever gas station that is and get another 2 bags of ice and look like an idiot. upper division or whatever the damn getaway realization was. I'm just trying to sleep tonight and be happy with my life. It's a sad world in my head all the time remembering when I was a kid and sitting at a damn pool, I was tresspassing at. Without a key, because there was none. That's what happened. I remember the Sad Whale. Oh what I thought I should have been shown as a kid. Instead of a stupid elephant book. I don't like the fact that my Song county. Was just me trying to deal with no friends at that point. Doesn't that make my best friend the whale and me the stupid elephant. I don't know. Stupid shit I've learned to get away from on the internet. Now I'm blogging and trying to calm down for the night. I still don't know how to unlock the rest of this I don't know what to call it problem in my head. And don't know what's going on right now. I have this battle in my head to just type over 111 words a minute to get whatever scared the shit out my me out off my head. Stupid, but I'm not in control of whatever chopped up password hack I believe in incoming. I don't want to play anymore games with what I've got. But dumb shit happens. This go bad. and It's not any of my capital to begin with. it is about it. I'me still a liar. I don't live in a perfect world. I still don't understand how I got an A in theater. I feel as though I have an ethics violation to report myself. But, I don't know what is going away from me. The fear. The problems only I have. Yeah nice girls are cute, but they are not all right for me. I need to go ice my balls. ; and am not happy with whatever is going on .

Obviously, there is nothing for me to do tonight. It's a Friday and I'm fucking scared to death of all those team marketing cops and their fucking. I give up on the book for now. It's a lame ass riddle, but the race scared that I am. Has me wanting to go to Hawaii and stay there. I think I'll just keep my A in history. Get on out of here, when I get my money. I'm sick of being here and dealing with too many complicated variables. an my own problems. I think I'm smelling something I can't identify right now. I don't know what to do. I tried to go to Arden arcade today, but I don't have enough education. I'm an idiot. Stupid ass, what me needs to get to Hawaii to do a lot more with my life.I don't know if they have a way or not for me to stop researching and get away from my bitchified state. Got to go. I don't know what that smell is.

Just thinking how if I had written down everything I thought, I'd be a billionaire; by now. I plan on going to the VIP Opener game for the Kings. I had all these plans from Big John, in my head and Marc. Playing Raiden, I remember poohkey. You bet your ass, I remember because that's all I could learn really were the bad guys because I was treated like a bad guy character of no fault of Scott Claxton's. I just see if as a design flaw that the characters were bad guys in Mortal Kombat Trilogy whatever at that time. I hear the title is being transferred. Whatever that means. Some now happy happening; hapa champion (Will be crowned). I want to meet a girl at halftime. Because I'm only halfway through my life. Paul Cunningham says fucked up things like don't point at what you like in the club, which isn't right. Asshole. I remember it, because there's always a little copy and pasting going on. Wouldn't hurt to go viral; to stay on point said Joshua Murrillo; hahaha J-Rok from the Lair. Even though Steve, (S-Rock). Had what turned into an instagram joke. Pretty cool, I sold the Anarchist's Jokebook of jokes. I guess that's it.

I've heard things like; I don't do much interlacing. And then it perfectly added up in traffic. I never stabbed anyone, it's just a lie. There is no way. I want to keep writing this, but I don't like the fact that; there are so many things wrong in the see you tomorrow philosophy.