This post covers several non-related topics. I wrote them as they spilled out of my head. Take it or leave it! However, I expect for you to take it because you should be used to me by now, yes!
Welcome to My Dating World
I’ve been directing potential dates to my website for them to learn more about me, but after a recent conversation, I am questioning the appropriateness of this activity.
Are you really a sex worker?
Not every day. Only when I need to supplement my income. lol 🙃
Seriously!
Seriously what?
You prostitute yourself?
I didn’t reply; knowledgeable people who are respectful of sex workers don’t use the word “prostitute.” – Also, I put a lol and a silly emoji in my response; doesn’t that indicate my statement was a joke? WTF! I should have said …
I already answered that question!!!
That would have been even more funny (for me, at least). Really, though, I have this way of expecting people to know I am joking, which makes no sense because these people don’t know me from Adam (or Eve).
Anyhow, I will continue to joke about serious shit few others will find funny because knowing those few others are out there makes me happy; It gets me through. So does Wisdom from Dad “… don’t look for the good in people, look for the bad because that can harm you …” Thanks again. Dad! (but that also makes me sad!)
By the way, when I am alone in my room late at night and cannot sleep, reading profiles on Hinge does not bring me as much joy as reading the ones on POF. Why is that?
The Condition of the Human Animal
… aka rotten creatures. Barring medical procedures, I no longer identify as a human being.
Many know what it’s like to be HATED for things they have no means of changing and those same people can just as easily turn around and hate others. Humans are self-serving, self-interested, self-aggrandizing, rotten creatures wrapped in bundles of ignorance and vices.
Since we were created in God’s image I really do need to lower my expectations.
I Am Offically Anti-Human
My head hurts!
So much for my dating life! Humans are trash. Can you ear me? (Why do I need the “h”!? English also annoys me.) We continue to do heinous things to each other. Do you remember how I’d frequently take breaks from the news? I thought I was taking a break from the madness, and headlines wouldn’t affect me, but they do. I get notifications from The Guardian and another world news app – well, not anymore.
My rant is over. Thank you for listening. Since we were on the topic of rotten creatures, it’s time for … (did you guess?)
Game Show: Name That Tyrant No. 09
Unlike a few of our other tyrants, this guy did not live on a farm. He was the third of five siblings, born into a military and political family on August 2, 1925. His father was a colonel, and his mother had children; if she did anything else, it doesn’t matter because being a mother and wife are the most important things for women to do. Yes!
While details about his early life are scarce, it’s clear his upbringing in a prominent military family played a significant role in shaping his character. Likely driven by a strong sense of discipline and regimentation, he joined the National Military College at seventeen. His determination and ambition propelled him through the ranks, culminating in his appointment as a Lieutenant General by 1975.
Following the tyrant playbook, he performed a coup d’état (or coup de grâce to put the current president out of their misery) then appointed himself as president. Woohoo! By 1978, via state terrorism, tens of thousands of individuals disappeared … and that’s all you’re gonna get.
I will share with you the prizes when I announce the winners.
eMail responses to tyrant@gameshows.com by 11:59 pm, Wednesday, May 1, 2024, for the chance to win cool shit.
Hostile Architecture
Thanks to Dre, I recently learned about hostile architecture. I noticed it while outside today. The term is new, but the practice is not. That examination requires an essay that I will probably never write. I have three essays on my to-do writing list. I encourage you to look up the term.
Diet and Lifestyle Struggles
When I grow up, I’m gonna be a naked mole cat
I will draw that for you
(Not for any reason in particular)
I’m a grown woman. I can do whatever I want; I just have to make sure I don’t eat whatever I want. Those days are over. Change is good, except when it includes the removal of pizza and other favourite foods that negatively affect my body. Ugh! (mad, loud, and obnoxious snoopy cry). There’s a version of me in there somewhere who is capable. I’ll keep searching for her.
I haven’t been strictly sticking to the Women, Food and Hormones diet but I am getting closer every week.
Literature
My obsession with Kafka and Edvard Munch is overish – it’s all about Alexander Pushkin now. Thanks to my coworker in Belarus, I have so much to read. I didn’t realize how massive his contribution was. And also he was an artist. I will have to find out if he had separate artworks, but he illustrated the cover of one of his books.
Below is one verse from Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin
Tomorrow is Monday. Enough said!
Sun Apr 07
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