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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Anti-prejudice women laws, or anti-prejudice gay and lesbian and transgender and transsexual laws, or open “Free Trade” markets, or Monopoly regulations, or EPA expansion, or universal free healthcare, or universal free Higher Education, or gun regulation laws, or anti-brutality police regulations and laws and anti-gun violence regulations and laws against black men and other minority citizens and civilians, or free childcare, or increase taxes on the wealthy, or friendly environmental laws, or free early childhood classes, or free public school lunches, or ending this 17 year long warfare in the Middle East and redistributing funds to veterans’ welfare and educational infrastructure, or immigration reform, or rightly so turning corporations back into what corporations are which is institutions rather than lending a false identity to corporations as individuals, or no oil pipeline through the Midwest’s heartland, equal pay for equal work, single payer healthcare system, or raise the minimum wage to $21.00 (twenty-one American dollars) hourly rate per increase (height) of annual inflation in the markets according to Mr. Bill Moyers’s information and research, or voter suppression laws, or free media without politicians’ threats or bullying or intimidation against the Free Press’s journalists’ or reporters’ lives who must get home in-time for supper and a bedtime story, or modern American infrastructure such as public libraries and public arboretums and public gardens and public sculpture gardens and public solariums and atriums and public planetariums and public graveyards as safe municipal services to all American private citizens and civilians or, or, or…etc.

Monday, July 31, 2017

“To flee from God, is to flee into the self.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Sarcophagus (stone coffin or tomb, especially one exposed to view)

On his first visit to the cathedral the boy was frightened by the row of huge, grim sarcophagi.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

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Venice Beach State Park

Monday, July 31^st, 2017

Sunday, August 30^th, 2017 while skateboarded Hollywood, Los Angeles in search of tennis shoes or any shoe store I was asked out on more romantic non-sexual dinner dates than ever before since May 1, 2004 when I moved to uptown, Minneapolis, MN (8 years total for which lived in uptown, Minneapolis.)

The only reason as to why the Hollywood, Los Angeles men declined to romantically non-sexual dinner dates with me is because I declined to be picked up by any of the men.

Although, who doesn’t want to date a man with an Armani three piece suit on while riding a skateboard?

My rule while in Los Angeles is: mature fulltime working professional adult men must be able to date me within a two mile radius of Paramount Studios around 4pm thus I may arrive back to my place at a decent hour and safely skateboard back to my “Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suit” flat before the sunsets and the night gets to be, too, late or, too, dark.

Yes, in fact, yesterday, I had one direct legitimate marriage proposal.

Seriously, I had to kindly decline the offer. I’m flattered, however.

The men of Hollywood, Los Angeles don’t want to date me or have sex with me. No.

Literally, the men of Hollywood, Los Angles want to propose marriage to me then have a honeymoon and…

As flattered as I am by the serious marriage proposals I must respectfully decline such serious offers in hand of marriage since I’m already married and about to start legal divorce court proceedings after eleven years of divorce.

Finally, as of June 2017 I’ve been granted a divorce. Ok. Let’s go.

Yes, my best friends since 1987 are either shopkeepers or engineers or doctors in San Francisco, CA and we have absolutely no plans to see each other while I holiday/vacation out of Hollywood, Los Angeles.

No, I haven’t fallen in love with Hollywood, Los Angeles.

Yes, I’ve got to go and see about “Braids” since both “Braids” and I once hung out at a party even though “Braids” wouldn’t possibly remember me or my facial features.

Yet, recently I did mostly anything in my power to disguise myself from “Braids” since I look the same as I did twenty years ago when I quietly stood next to “Braids” and listened to his banter and wit.

Twenty years ago, I felt the very heat radiate from “Braid’s” body and I smelled his healthy sweat.

Yes, today, as soon as we locked eyes for about two seconds, I knew “Braids” recognized me still yet I held my breath each time “Braids” rode nearer and nearer to me -- I knew the closer “Braids” literally and physically skateboarded nearer to me, he’d smell me under the hot Venice Beach sun and would immediately recognize me.

Finally, “Braids” did recognize me. I ran away since we knew, we recognized each other from way back when -- in the “old school.”

Oh, “Braids,” -- I’d wondered what had happened to you.

Of all of the places in the world.

Venice Beach, give a hot babe woman a heart attack?

“Braids” was in Venice Beach today as I did my very best to disguise myself from him.

Finally, “Braids” recognized my smell and who I was.

Yes, I knew who “Braids” was long before “Braids” turned professional skateboarder.

Oh, “Braids,” WTF.

Today, I wrote “Braids” a quick note to leave with one of the skateboarders at Venice Beach, however.

The skateboarders informed me “Braids” is a professional skateboarder and doesn’t ever talk to or hang out with the locals. Fair enough.

The skateboarders for young men demanded to know what I wanted with “Braids” and directly I told them my intentions were to ask “Braids” out on a romantic nonsexual dinner date.

The skateboarders’ answer was silence.

No one said a word afterwards. I left.

Twenty years ago, not once had I ever seen “Braids” skateboard.

Not once did I ever even know “Braids” was a skateboarder.

“Braids” didn’t mention it at all or ever.

Not until today when our eyes met and locked-in for about two seconds.

Immediately, I looked away.

Although, the moment “Braids” made eye contact with me he knew, exactly who I was and where and when we’d partied before. I almost fell over.

Yes, I did overt my gaze and began to take texts and get away from “Braids” as soon as he put it all together I’d once lessoned to him go on about humanitarian values and environmentalism and wholeheartedly agreed with him even though the world is constantly incredibly far behind with dusty old ideals about food growth or food production or food distribution even twenty years ago.

The last time, any man recognized me after only two seconds of an intense stare while being in the same room together was “Mr. Atmosphere” of “Atmosphere” who somehow after an intense two second’s stare while at Carmody’s in Duluth, MN in May 2017, “Mr. Atmosphere” realized, I recognized his smell anywhere in the world after one complete year of being an unofficial official guest to some of my then best friends at the Arts High School in Golden Valley, MN.

If it wasn’t “Mr. Atmosphere” then I’ll be grateful it wasn’t him.

Not once while at Arts High did “Mr. Atmosphere” or I ever speak to each other or have any “chance encounters” since not at all did I ever move away from the tall hidden golden-yellow grasses while I sat nearby and amongst my peers and smoked cigarettes during breaks while for two straight years I listened to my school mates kindly and smartly and intelligently banter with each other and make each other laugh. I, too, silently laughed whenever my English as a Second Language caught up with their sense of humor.

Ever since such an early September 1996, I’d recognize the smells of one “Mr. Atmosphere” while out at “smoker’s corner” at Arts High.

Neither, “Mr. Atmosphere” nor I have ever been formally introduced or met nor do we go out of our way to be acquainted since he has many mouths to feed both here in south, Minneapolis and in Los Angeles. I don’t beg thus I stay away from the rich and eccentric since both come with neurosis. I’d prefer to stay away from it all together. My “Caucasian privileged” family is far, too, much to handle thus I can’t imagine dealing with the rich and eccentric.

Yes, one of my best friends went to grade school with “Mr. Atmosphere” and has grated me the permission to go right up to “Mr. Atmosphere” and introduce myself. My friends tell me the rich and eccentric have nothing on me since my life mainly consists of cleaning 20/hours per week and writing 20/hours per week.

Even though I haven’t ever uttered a single personal word to “Mr. Atmosphere” while at Carmody’s we made a two second eye stare and immediately averted my gaze away from “Mr. Atmosphere” since for the first time ever I realized “Mr. Atmosphere” actually recognizes my light scent or personal smell.

Before we both lost our brains I withdrew my gaze and didn’t dare look up again in his direction and ran away to the back of Carmody’s bar to read Duluth, MN’s local “The Reader” and take my mind off of the fact I may be able to disguise many things except my voice and my scent or my gaze or my eyes.

Los Angeles, I’m literally burned red.

For the first time in five years: I actually went and saw about the Pacific Ocean without ever having to set foot upon it.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

P.S. Once again what’s with all of the mosquito noisy helicopters? Noise pollution galore. How annoying.

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,316

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,316

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #13 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #32 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #26 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #6 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

“What the old chew, the young spit out.”

“Wise men, when older, grow wiser; ignorant men, when older, become more foolish.

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Loll (sprawl awkwardly, relax)

Despite the arrival of visitors, the man continued to loll in his chair.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

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Notes:

No, Los Angeles doesn’t need corporations such as “Target” or “Wal-Mart.”

Los Angeles is made up of Mexican style “mom‘n’pop” shops in the same manner in which New York City is filled with city blocks full of entrepreneur and family owned businesses.

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Please, Los Angeles slow down to thirty miles per hour while in Hollywood, Los Angeles. Thanks.

We have children and minors and elderly and tons of pedestrians and tourists and skateboarders here on the ground.

SLOW DOWN. Fast driving is for the open road.

Posh speed limit drives are for in town.

In Minneapolis, MN if any drivers’ car as much as touches a human then any human may take their water bottle and go “ape shit” on the hood of the car. Yep. Humans first. Objects last.

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Are there no bagel shops in Hollywood, Los Angeles?

Los Angeles’s shops are exactly like Costa Rica’s shops.

Los Angeles seems behind the commercial times.

Minneapolis, MN is definitely more commercial with nearby suburban malls and stand alone independently run single stores for consumers to purchase well rounded goods to easily and readily be found and purchased rather than rotten avocadoes.

Where does one find a pillow or a “Patagonia” blanket or jacket for purchase in Hollywood, Los Angeles? Who knows?

Los Angeles is extremely expensive for how dirty and smelly and smoggy and unnecessarily fast paced drivers go in Hollywood, Los Angeles filled with garbage like some third or fourth or fifth world nation.

Los Angeles chokes the very life out of the average professional worker.

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Los Angeles, California

Sunday, July 30^th, 2017

No Lectures.

Please, no.

(I have a legal father and not even my father gets to lecture me

about who I may or may not peacefully converse with as I see fit)

Los Angeles, neither my vagina nor my sexuality is up for debate.

NO, my vagina isn’t exposed to the wind. Nope.

No, I don’t walk around naked.

Actually, I’m covered from head to toe.

No, I don’t introduce myself to people.

People introduce themselves to me.

No, I don’t touch people.

People peacefully and calmly and appropriately touch me.

Americans hug. Ok. Whatever.

Personally, I’m not into hugs.

More specifically, American men like to hug American women. Whatever.

Yes, I love to be platonically care and love for people who are close and personal friends, however.

American acquaintances or strangers who hug tend to hug me while I stand there and don’t hug back which makes for an awkward encounter for all parties all around even though people can sense my genuine care for them, I still live with thyroid tumors and bending my neck to hug is pure and sheer torture even though I make pain look good.

Hugs are awkward business.

Platonic hugs aren’t enjoyable to me since hugs take a great deal of energy and time and personal space.

Yes, by-and-by I’m a Duluth, MN and Cambridge, Bostonian and a Manhattan and Soho, New Yorker who early on in life, I was taught no one and I mean, no one gets to play “mind games” with mature adult women especially the manipulation to create fear in the minds of women about what other people may or may not think about mature adult women especially when mature adult women haven’t approached men or especially when mature adult women are the only ones who ensure mature adult women’s safety.

No man alive may ever lecture any proven mature adult women tourists when men communicate in the same manner as “embittered” or “angry” or “sad” or “scared” or “terrified” old hags fearfully speak to younger women to create insecurity in the minds of women. Nope. Step aside for mature adult women. Yep.

The twenty-first century goes forward with or without “gossips” or “frightened” and “fearful” old “hags” for men.

“Fear” and “shame” are perpetrated by the “power play” to “mind control” others to bend and to break to the social perpetrators’ will and game. Nope.

Please, step aside for women. Thank you.

Thee have no power with me here.

Thee have no say with me here today.

Yes, I’ve been held at gun point. I’ve been thrown out of my best male friends’ (as in plural) parties who’ve personally hosted me in their bought-and-owned buildings. I’ve been shunned and yelled at and sworn at for existence -- especially in Duluth, MN. Ha.

Excuse me, while I breathe against any social norms of fear or “mind control” or self-hatred and self-perpetuated insecurities.

Thayne fears are thane own.

Modern powerful mature women shan’t take on the “psychological illness” or the self-perpetuated mental stress of others who care what anybody else thinks about anybody else.

At the age of fourteen, my father, now retired Medical Doctor psychologist told me: “‘Don’t worry what anybody thinks about you, since ‘everybody’ else is worried about what ‘everybody’ else thinks of them, therefore, nobody’s thinking about you.’”

Excellent. I get to bypass insecurity. Wonderful.

What people think of me and my vagina and my feminine sexuality isn’t my business to control their thoughts.

Since I don’t live inside other peoples’ heads nor do I care to “mind control” other people into seeing me as completely “sexless” or as an “old woman” or a “broken” down vagina since my sexuality isn’t repressed and on my behalf I send out little to no sexual body language thus the ball’s not in my court.

Simply, I send out humanitarian and environmentalist body language signals other than such subject matter I shan’t help it what men or strangers personally think of me since my breasts (gorgeous natural voluptuous) aren’t hanging out of my crew cut t-shirt with my nipples exposed for the entire world to see. No.

Yes, I’m wearing crew cut t-shirts for crying out loud.

If the world of peaceful and humanitarian men -- think me “sexy” then I shan’t stop the world of men’s thoughts as long as no one subtly brushes against the cups of my breasts otherwise I directly point it out to any man who does brushes by my breasts either by mistake or not.

For me, to take on the daunting task to take on other peoples’ thoughts and sexual desires whether repressed or not would be much, too, daunting and stressful a task which would kill me faster than any cancer.

Read my lips; I don’t care what anyone thinks of me since I conduct myself in the Ut-most respectful and supreme and kind and intelligent and street smart manner.

Los Angeles, whoever, I calmly and peacefully as any mature adult woman were to chose to speak with is my business and my business only. Yep.

The truth is…no one’s able to ever physically save me or help me out of respectful and peaceful situations or communications encounters with men or physically save or help out any other women from respectful and peaceful situations or communications encounters with men except for mature women themselves are able to navigate waters since respectful sexual advances occur on average a good ten times per day in any woman’s life thus women must learn to be remarkable communicators and not become “hardened” or “embittered” by the flattery and respectful sexual advances of any mature men.

Sex is sex.

Flesh and bone: carnal.

Let’s get to the heart of the matter:

No one has anyone’s back in America since Americans are “islands” all unto themselves therefore let’s not pretend as though people truly care about the “safety” of women since women are their own physical protectors and emotional conquerors.

Please, give mature modern women the credit to safely “make it” on their own each day without men having to come in with their clanking blinding armor and further calculated advances to raw sexual consented sex.

At this time in my life I realize the truth.

Only a woman keeps her vagina safe.

Let’s not tell women any more lies.

No man is ever going to fully ensure the physical safety of any woman’s vagina upon other men’s respectful sexual advances.

My Duluth, MN best male friends of over twenty-five years taught me such a tremendous lesson this spring and summer 2017.

No man is able to guarantee the physical safety of any woman, no matter how “rich” or “wealthy” or “popular” or “capable” or “talented” or “well connected” men might be.

Men are great at one thing and one thing only: sex and intellectual conversation.

America is for the most part one large overpriced ghetto therefore unless one’s sheltered and doesn’t ever get out much or doesn’t ever leave their gated communities then one must quickly learn and know how to communicate well with strangers and not be afraid or have fear about friendly respectable strangers approaching anyone on the streets of America since the streets are exposed environments and beautiful and safer than what’s behind any closed doors.

No, I don’t send out any type of sexual signals or sexual body language for which conveys I want to have raw sexual encounters right there and then on the sidewalk with anyone much less strangers. Please.

What do Los Angeles’s peoples take me for? A slut? Please.

Save it for the Harlequin romance novels.

For the past eighteen years, I’ve been skateboarding “Lake Street” in Minneapolis, MN.

Does anyone know what Los Angeles is exactly?

Los Angeles is one none ending “Lake Street.”

Personally, “Lake Street” is my stomping grounds.

Personally, people stop me anywhere and peacefully and respectfully speak to me, while I clip along the conversations or purposely interrupt to speed up the main thesis since most people seem to be “time wasters” unless one shares in a cigarette and holds a somewhat relaxed “meeting of the minds” about life in general and death and more life and more living and food distribution and exorbitant food prices or “edible art” or education or love and lost love or whatever.

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Tourists are Street Smart People

Now, we’re going to do this nice and easy; New York City and Boston, MA style, otherwise Los Angeles gets to hear me lecture in both English and Spanish languages.

Now, Los Angeles is awesome, however.

For some reason men older than fifty seem entitled to waste women’s time unless a cigarette is established which an “American Spirit” cigarette can take about 20 minutes to smoke.

A) Nope, not speaking about other tourists since tourists go at their own leisurely pace.

B) Tourists aren’t locals therefore we get to be excited about anywhere other than home.

C) Tourists aren’t time wasters. Nope.

D) Tourists actually uphold to schedules since there’s much ground to cover.

E) Tourists don’t like or care to be lectured about local ways since tourists aren’t locals.

F) Tourists are from all over the world and uphold to extremely different definitions about the subject of sex and sensuality.

G) Personally, as an American woman travelling in Los Angeles I’m not looking for sex and it’s obvious.

H) Tourists are authentically themselves since tourists must at all times ensure their survival and safety and mindful concentration as to where tourists are and with whom and “what’s occurring now?” therefore travel takes a great deal of time and effort and energy and one doesn’t necessarily or truly and totally get to relax.

I) Travel isn’t the most exciting when one must at all times ensure one’s safety away from the comforts of home even if the neighbors are complete savages, at least -- home is home, and the surroundings are neutral ground.

J) Tourists don’t like to be lectured about who they may talk to or not.

K) Tourists don’t like to be lectured about how tourists are perceived on the streets since the streets are the safest place to be out in public for the entire world to witness any type of peaceful and humanitarian behavior.

L) Tourists know what goes on behind the closed doors of locals which can be ten times more creepy and weird than what occurs out on open and visible sidewalks as any deity or neighbor may witness peaceful communications even if the neighbors were to get paranoid about pedestrians or tourists.

M) Tourists know all about possible theft from locals therefore we don’t sweat the small stuff.

N) Tourists bring in the money. Therefore let’s not pretend about how tourists don’t run on their own time and schedules and belief systems and money saved from the hard fruit of their labor to travel to other locales.

O) Tourists aren’t stupid about travel especially while travel is done by foot or skateboard.

P) Tourists aren’t children to locals. No. Tourists are by far more complex than children. Yes.

Q) Tourists already have legal guardian parents.

R) No man may assume to lecture any mature adult woman of the world about how she’s perceived by the locals when all she’s done is innocently and fully clothed stood on the sidewalk and smoked a cigarette and listened to local men talk about the real aspects of life, as Los Angeles’s men share awesome banter and wit and history and life stories about hardships and stories about their youth while in love and now they’re, too, old to be “wanted” by their women thus they tell me their tales of woe about romance and love and lost love.

S) Yes, in verbal communications tourists get to be as vulnerable and as exposed as tourists wish to be since tourists are already vulnerable and exposed as “sore thumbs” for the entire world to see the awkwardness of simply having to locate a shoe store.

T) Tourists don’t like their time wasted since vacations are expensive.

U) Tourists get to spend their time with others who have equal shared value in communications about anything since tourists aren’t locals and locals will sometimes lecture since locals tend to be somewhat “bitter” and at times scared or afraid of their very own neighborhoods.

V) Tourists aren’t responsible about how the locals perceive tourists since tourists live by their own Roman set of values and standards.

W) The entire world is our oyster and tourists mustn’t be scared or afraid or terrified about peaceful and calm and mindful and respectful and intelligent and smart and kind communications amongst humans as humanitarians especially not on bare naked exposed sidewalks.

Los Angeles, tonight was the second night in a row I almost purchased a plane ticket right out of here and as a silly metaphor almost ‘ran away screaming’ from Los Angeles, however.

The day was saved by a mature and stern and lovely New Zealander woman who changed my mind and told me to have fun while I’m here and not to allow for the “weird” locals to throw around mighty entitled lectures to any woman especially not to mature tourist women who at all turns must ensure our safety away from our hotel rooms.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

P.S. Once again what’s with all of the mosquito noisy helicopters? Noise pollution galore. How annoying. Ha.

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,518

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,351 + 1,317 = 3,668 + 2,518 = 6,186

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #12 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Saturday, July 29, 2017

“The old often survive the young.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Loll (sprawl awkwardly, relax)

Despite the arrival of visitors, the man continued to loll in his chair.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

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Happy Saturday!

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Los Angeles

Saturday, July 29^th, 2017

Well, let’s get to it Los Angeles.

Los Angeles and I have much ground to cover.

There’s no reason for me to place Los Angeles on the map since Los Angeles is already on the map.

My exact whereabouts is “Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites.”

The entire world might as well know about “Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites” since this is a safe and amazing and none corporate and creatively professional astute place run by incredibly intelligent and kind and smart and mature adults who “hold down the fort” for tourists such as myself and many others here sharing this incredible space of creative juices which overflow.

“Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites” is located across the street from “Paramount Studios” and kiddy corner from “Raleigh Studios.” Wow. It looks nothing like it does on television.

This is where the entire world is at.

This is where this real modern “Shakespeare” (in 1996, New England nicknamed me “Shakespeare”) will call home for the next seven days.

This is where modern Shakespeare’s at.

Shakespeare’s right here where I’m meant to be to recuperate.

Although, I have to admit after three hours (10:30am-1:30pm) of desperately locating to find any decent grocery store (while on foot) to purchase literal pots and pans for my kitchenette hotel room I almost booked a flight straight right out of here, except -- the Los Angeles people are complete sweethearts and wonderful and truly genuinely kind and smart and intelligent people I truly highly value and love and respect.

The only reason this modern Shakespeare (nickname) will stay is a) to recuperate without Minnesota stress or bereavement (my Mother-In-Law passed away b) the everyday folks of Los Angeles are truly remarkable modern people with awesome communication skills. I’m impressed by Los Angeles and the wonderful people of this remarkable city.

Everywhere I’ve gone people have been nothing except helpful and wonderful and sincere and people seem to want to tell me all about the politics and art of Los Angeles and I listen.

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Shared Shuttle

(Robbinsdale, MN -- an hour late)

This morning started out with a true made friendship with “Minerva” a Twin Cities’ Public Radio Producer (who’s famous.)

My shared shuttle ride was scheduled to arrive at my home’s front door in Robbinsdale, MN at 3:50am CT, however.

The shuttle arrived at 4:40am CT while “Minerva” nearly lost her head since her flight was scheduled to depart at 6:00am CT from MSP to Boston.

“Minerva” is scheduled to go to the White Catskill Mountains to say goodbye to her best friend “Kate” (R.I.P.) who passed away all alone while Kate hiked the mountains through a winter storm.

Oh, Minerva.

Oh, Kate.

Our Harvard crème de la crème peeps have Minerva’s back while she travels Boston and the “White Catskill Mountains.”

There’s not ever a dull moment in life in general.

Intelligent people are drawn to me and me to them.

We end up having the most amazing adventures together.

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Remarkable, Los Angeles People

The shared shuttle driver from LAX is a remarkable black American man working away his weekends for twenty years to pay for his twin daughters’ college tuition due next year. He’s a social worker during the weekdays.

My luggage cost me a whopping $110.00 to check-in my luggage at MSP through Spirit Airlines. How wrong.

My flight now cost $318.00 since my luggage claim cost more than the actual cost of the seat itself.

My “Desilu II” skateboard is out of commission for the moment since the airline woman placed a boarding pass with an elastic string on my skateboard’s wheel and trucks and the string is now stuck between the wheel and the trucks thus I must do my Ut-most best to find a skateboard shop since at the moment I don’t travel with any of my skateboard tools or hardware or gear.

If I don’t find a repair skateboard shop then I’m out my only set of wheels for the week and I can cover more ground on wheels then I can by foot.

As of right now, I’ve been invited to more soirees and parties and outings than I have ever been invited to in eighteen years of living in Minneapolis, MN.

For some reason, people seem to like me and go out of their way to show they think me intelligent and smart and kind thus I smile and am pleased to discover I’m not as “ugly” or as much of a “bitch” as the Minnesotans like to tell me I am anytime I go out in public.

Yeah. I’m human after all.

The only people who I seem to annoy is the Mexican women working service industry jobs since my Spanish is textbook Spanish in the same manner my English is also textbook English.

For the first time, in my life I actually saw the “Hollywood sign.”

The “Hollywood sign” is impressive only because I looked up to read a “Winchell’s Coffee and Donut House” sign (the puppeteer?) and by accident noticed the “Hollywood sign” in the distance and realized the “Hollywood sign” actually exists and for the first time felt I was truly in Los Angeles, California.

No, I made absolutely no plans to go and see the “Hollywood sign.”

Everywhere I go, people tell me I’m sweet. I tell them they’re sweet, also. I love the people of Los Angeles, California.

Personally, I don’t like how Los Angeles is one big freeway.

Yes, I’m happy to be alive.

Yes, I’m contending with a dry blooded encrusted belly button for which heals slowly yet surely.

There’s no cancer here.

All systems are benign.

No, I didn’t come to Los Angeles to die.

I came to Los Angeles to recuperate and to live.

This modern Shakespeare (nickname) lives.

Thanks, Los Angeles. I shan’t ever forget the kindness Los Angeles has bestowed upon me as I dragged my blood encrusted belly across town for miles in search of a proper and real grocery store. I couldn’t find sourdough English muffins anywhere. What gives?

Where’s the nearest “Target” grocery store in Los Angeles?

Where’s the nearest Wal-Mart grocery store in Los Angeles?

Where’s the nearest grocery store?

Yes, I’m in dire need to purchase tennis shoes, however. I don’t want to pay “an arm and a leg” for ‘kicks’ much less have to go to who knows where to find “Pumas” (real skateboard shoes.)

Yes, even though I’m in a crew cut t-shirt and jeans for some reason it’s obvious I’m the educated elite and Minnesota “rich” which is an annual income of $38,000 per annual living and household expenses.

“Everything” in Los Angeles is insanely expensive.

What gives, Los Angeles?

It’s obvious the average pedestrian doesn’t afford $10.00 bagel and turkey and avocado sandwiches at “Winchell’s Coffee and Donut House.”

Mexican Spanish is spoken anywhere. Wow.

However, Mexican Spanish is muddled and difficult to understand at the best of times.

Los Angeles is the place to be since The People aren’t afraid to peacefully communicate with each other.

Los Angeles is the place to be since The People are humanitarian and open doors for each other and talk to each other as true humans and humanitarians.

A gentleman now informed me there’s a skateboard shop off of Santa Monica Boulevard about .6 miles away from “Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites.” Okay, game on.

Peace.

Los Angeles, thank you for safe harbor unlike Duluth, MN where my best male friends live and I still get kicked out of their private soirees and parties and actual owned buildings.

Los Angeles smells bad like overheated garbage cans, however.

Los Angeles is cool.

Los Angeles I’m here to rock the hell out of this main strip.

Peace.

Yours Truly;

With All of My Love;

Gabriela

P.S. What’s with all of the mosquito noisy helicopters? Noise pollution galore. How annoying. Ha.

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,317

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 809 + 1,542 = 2,351 + 1,317 = 3,668

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #11 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Friday, July 28, 2017 / Saturday, July 29, 2017

“The glory of the young is their strength: the beauty of the old is their gray hair.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Alleviate (soften, ease, lighten)

He was given a medicine to alleviate his suffering.

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At 12:30am CT on Wednesday/Thursday morning, my current legal partner’s 91 year mother passed away.

How terrible for my current legal partner. I’m sorry for his loss. I don’t have anything else more to say about the subject matter.

Yes, I went, I saw, I had an outpatient laparoscopic operation and left this Monday to heal at “home base” in Robbinsdale, MN without my current legal partner’s help or company.

Grateful to be left alone to recover in peace.

Yes, I’ve been home alone most of this week while by myself I recuperate as quickly as possible while my current legal partner went and said his goodbyes to his now deceased mother.

The next-door Muslim neighbors are quite kind to me.

Yesterday, I paid them to run a simple errand for me such as to make the purchase of lotion and soap and toilet paper since I haven’t had any wheels this week and at the moment I’m not yet able to skateboard anywhere anytime soon right after the operation.

Tomorrow, I hope to bring both my laptop to write and skateboard “Desilu II” to Los Angeles, CA to be happy and feel relaxed in life as for my first official vacation away from home within five years since March 2012 when I went home to Costa Rica.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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“North Van Ness Avenue”

Hollywood, Los Angeles

(Saturday, July 29, 2017-Saturday, August 5, 2017)

Okay, I’m scheduled to be in Los Angeles this Saturday, July, 29^th, 2017 at 8:30am.

No, I shan’t go to Los Angeles to look for work.

No, I shan’t go to Los Angeles to look for a flat.

No, I shan’t go to Los Angeles to seek out love.

No, I don’t have any type of sexual fetishes.

No, I shan’t go to Los Angeles to flirt.

Yes, I go Dutch.

Yes, I pay my own way throughout this world.

No, I don’t expect a meal ticket or a handout.

Looking for one or two awesome book stores where I may brose for hours and write and get a cup of coffee or baked goods.

Please, no peeping into my room or personal close quarters.

Yes, I can sense when eyes are on me.

If one wants to get a sneak peak of me then guess what? My entire abdominal area is bruised and black and blue and swollen and it “‘ain’t a pretty picture to look at neither.”

No, I shan’t hold any mutual sexually consented relations of any type for another eighteen days of recovery.

Yes, I’ll go celibate until the divorce proceedings go through and my divorce is final within the next six months.

Yes, I’ll go to Los Angeles as a civilian tourist and American citizen.

Simply, I’m taking the week to go to Los Angles and be a complete tourist while I recuperate from Monday’s surgery.

No, I don’t go to Los Angeles to die. NO.

Yes, I go to Los Angeles to recuperate and take in the sights.

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Well, Monday’s surgery: went extremely well.

The reproductive organ: the uterus was removed along with two Fallopian tubes.

The ovaries are kept and eggs are frozen.

As of Monday I no longer hemorrhage.

As of Monday, I still give out pheromones and will have regular menstruations until about age of fifty (50) when I’ll go through natural menopause then.

Yes, I’m still able to have children through a surrogate.

Wow! I won the week.

All systems benign.

There’s no cancer here.

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“Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites”

Okay, I made inexpensive and professionally creative (non working, on vacation) and none corporate confirmations in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California.

Personally, I’ve been taught any plane ride is any plane ride.

Amazingly planes don’t fall right out of the skies more often with all of the bolts and nuts for which spring out of planes thus I made an inexpensive purchase through “Spirit Airlines” for a return round trip to LAX and back again to MSP for $217.39.

“Execucar.com” shared shuttle ride will pick me up (confirmation # 115232_) in Robbinsdale, MN at 3:50am CT on Saturday, July 29^th, 2017 to bring me to MSP to fly out at 6:30am to arrive at LAX at 8:30am. I already paid 20% online tip/gratuity a total of $32.40.

Terminal 1. Economy/Coach.

“Execucar.com” shared shuttle will pick me up at LAX airport at 8:30am on Saturday, July 29^th, 2017 to bring me to “North Van Ness Avenue” in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA. I already paid 20% online tip/gratuity a total of $32.40 (confirmation# 115248_.)

Hotel Reservation Confirmation#: (14018109867_.)

At “North Van Ness Avenue” Hollywood, CA I rented a single private room with a private bathroom and kitchenette for $678.82 for the entire 7 days. Complimentary breakfasts. Awesome.

Side note: The Ohio Muslim Americans are looking for Minnesota cabin accommodations for $650.00 for one week plus five children and one mother.

‘Mr. Van Gogh,’ at the front desk of “Hollywood Dream Hotel/Suites” and I have indeed both directly spoken over the phone with each other on Thursday of this week.

He expects me to arrive in Los Angeles tomorrow morning at 8:30am. Ok.

Monday morning, July 31, 2017 at 10:00am I booked an online confirmed “Yellow Cab Company” taxi to take me to “Sauce on Hampton” for lunch on Venice Beach at 259 Hampton Dr., Venice Beach 90291. (I don’t know what the cab ride will cost.)

“Sauce on Hampton” consecutively received 9 stars, plus is family friendly and affordable.

Tuesday morning, August 1, 2017 at 10:00am I booked an online confirmed “Yellow Cab Company” taxi to take me to “LACMA” for general admission entrance at 5905 Wilshire, BLD, Los Angeles, CA 90036. (I don’t know what the cab ride will cost.)

Over the “LACMA” Museum of Art’s website, I purchased one general admission ticket for $15.00 (order #: 51466_) as well as made a $5.00 donation for Tuesday, August 1, 2017.

Wednesday, August 3, 2017 and Thursday, August 4, 2017 I’m scheduled to blog from Los Angeles. Where? Who knows? Wherever there’s free Wi-Fi connection.

Looking for an inexpensive and awesome none corporate coffee shop or hotdog grub station or hotdog informal dinner restaurant in which I may sit and order coffee or hotdog and write for about an hour each day in the early hours of the afternoon around 1:00pm.

Possibly, Friday night, I’d like to purchase one free admittance ticket to see one Mr. Bill Maher’s Real Time Show at CBS. I ran out of time. I haven’t looked up how to get tickets, yet.

Ok, just placed an email request for the HBO screening of Mr. Bill Maher.

Real Time with Bill Maher- Episode 432

Friday, August 4, 2017

5:30pm-8:30pm 17:30 20:30

· CBS Television City 7800 Beverly Boulevard Los Angeles, CA, 90036 United States

No, I shan’t go out of my way to meet Mr. Bill Maher.

No, I don’t personally have anything to say to Mr. Bill Maher unless we were to have an intellectual and kind and smart “meeting of the minds.”

My sources inform me, Mr. Bill Maher is a complete “a******.” I don’t know.

Saturday, August 5^th, 2017 I’m scheduled for departure from LAX at 6:44pm PCT.

“Execucar.com” shared shuttle ride will pick me up at “North Van Ness Avenue” at 4:20pm PCT on Saturday, August 5, 2017 to bring me back to LAX airport to fly out at 6:44pm to arrive at MSP on Sunday, August 6^th, 2017 at 12:10am. I already paid 20% online tip/gratuity a total of $32.40. Terminal 5. Economy / Coach.

“Execucar.com” shared shuttle ride will pick me up at MSP airport at 12:20am CT on Saturday, August 5^th, 2017 to bring me back to Robbinsdale, MN by hopefully no later than 1:00am CT. I already paid 20% online tip/gratuity a total of $32.40.

Tally Up:

Round Fare Plane ticket: $217.39

From Robbinsdale, MN Shared Shuttle: $32.40

“North Van Ness Avenue” Place: $678.82

From LAX to “North Van Ness Avenue” Shared Shuttle: $32.40

LACMA: $20.00

From “North Van Ness Avenue” to LAX Shared Shuttle: $32.40

From MSP to Robbinsdale, MN shared Shuttle: $32.40

Travel Cash: $200.00

Cash already utilized during post surgery: $150.00

Total Expenditures thus far: $1,395.81 (07/28/17)

Total budget: $2,000 - $1,395.81 = $604.19 - $100.00 groceries for kitchenette = $504.19 - $40.00 lunch at Venice Beach = $464.00 - two cab rides to Venice Beach and LACMA? Cheers.

Nope, I’m not planning on going to the Opera.

Neither have I budgeted for the opera nor fine dining.

Los Angeles, I fly in a crew cut t-shirt and jeans as is my creative professional uniform.

There’s no reason to “put on airs” since I’m recuperating from Monday’s laparoscopic surgery and must get away from the stress in Minnesota.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,542

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 809 + 1,542 = 2,351

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #10 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Thursday, July 27, 2017

“When an old man takes a young wife, he gets young and she gets old.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Laudatory (expressing praise, eulogistic, commendatory)

The judge’s speech was laudatory when the jury returned its verdict.

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Shouting.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #9 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

“If you don’t want to get old, hang yourself while young.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Comely (agreeable to the sight, pleasing)

A comely lass will always attract attention.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 809

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #8 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

“Old boys become young men.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Facetious (characterized by wit, exciting laughter)

Those facetious remarks of yours were not appreciated.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 809

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #7 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Monday, July 24, 2017

“Things are very well for me -- as they do for a saint in this world.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Allegory (something written whose main effect is a teaching, fable)

Christ frequently taught by means of allegory.

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See you next week.

Scheduled to be in Los Angeles by next Monday to recuperate in some non creepy family friendly and quiet and none perverted inexpensive hotel room as I hideaway while my body heals.

There was no safe passage or safe harbor to be found in Duluth, MN. Los Angeles will have me. Thank you.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

Women Rule The World

While Men are only

Masters of their destined sexual desires

There isn’t much time left between here and there.

Personally, I ran out of words.

Scheduled for surgery this morning at 9:00am. I plan to live. Thank you.

The only vitally important note is this:

To the Duluth, MN City Council, please don’t ever allow for one building owner and oil tycoon partner to build a hostel in Duluth, MN since the hostel will mainly be a cover for a glorified whore house.

No, I shan’t fight it, however. My elite peers will do anything in their power not to allow for a hostel to turn whore house in downtown, Duluth, MN.

Especially when Duluth, MN’s own don’t look out for Duluth, MN then we’ll be here from a far since we have the money and the power and the influence.

My elite peers would love to kick someone’s rear end out in the rugby field.

Since the elites won’t step one toe in Duluth, MN then elites take their vengeance out in the form of sabotaging terrible and cruel and mean spirited business deals anywhere in Minnesota.

My elite peers do agree and believe the building owner and oil tycoon ought to first prove their intentions to downtown, Duluth, MN by opening up an affordable grocery store to all residents rather than run a glorified whore house where traveling women would most likely get used and abused by the local immature men who don’t have anything valuable to offer to women especially not any consideration or respect after the age of 30.

Duluth, MN women kick some real awesome derriere.

Duluth, MN men are lovely, however. False.

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Yes, my legally notarized living will is drawn up and names two specific beneficiaries to my meager estate and unpublished pieces of literary works for the two specific beneficiaries to do whatever they best see fit with the writings even if it means utilizing my writings for either toilet paper or for the wood stove. I don’t care.

Hypothetically, if I were to die then none of this will matter and I definitely won’t care about anything.

I came, I saw, I left.

There’s nothing more to be said or done between us.

By mistake I fell in love both in March 2017 and again in June 4^th, 2017. My fault. It was my mistake. Sorry. It shan’t ever occur ever again.

Yes, even if one doesn’t hold any consensual sexual relations with people, romantic love still does tend to rear its ugly head. I tend to run for the hills as fast and as furiously as possible. I run away from romantic love since…

Platonic lovers are by far more complex to deal with than actual physical lovers who have a say and a stake in the prospects of all things awesome and good.

No one’s in love here.

No one’s beholden to anyone.

Indubitably, one may change their mind at anytime with good reason and proper explanation to be clearly understood.

Who gave away my tactical position?

I only told one Duluth, MN man about my personal and private emotions about romantic love. Who told? Who gave me away?

Okay, about to go offline.

Transferring all communication over to Hong Kong.

Hong Kong holds my location secret.

The elite gentlemen and Pete are here.

The elite gentlemen shan’t allow for Pete or me to fall.

While Minnesota doesn’t have this.

Hong Kong’s got this.

Hong Kong, thanks for the digital safe harbor.

Okay, it’s a go for Hong Kong.

Peace out.

Offline until next week.

Radio silence until then.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

P.S. On Tuesday I lost $29,000 in cash.

By Saturday night I regained my loses.

Haven’t checked the NASDAQ since Thursday morning.

Not sure what the boys on Wall Street are up to?

I’m up to $60,000 in fake Wall Street money since fake-money doesn’t help The People on the ground then fake-money isn’t worth much since bread still requires to be paid with cash.

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count: 809

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 809

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #31 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #25 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #5 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Friday, July 21, 2017

“Weep for the man who does not know his good fortune.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Collusion (secret operation for a deceitful purpose)

I suspect the other group of collusion in this latest escapade.

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“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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Cocaine and Prostitution

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Love

Trumps

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Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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As of May 2017

Tucson, Arizona

Has granted me safe passage

Thank you, platonic brothers

I love you, platonic brothers

“Don’t go where you’re not wanted”

Goodbye, Duluth, MN

“Don’t look back”

Especially not towards Duluth, MN

As of today I’m first scheduled to head into Tucson, Arizona to get my bearings and established in the West Coast since I don’t know anyone except my legal East Coast cousins in Portland, Oregon who have no idea I’m about to get a divorce.

The only people I now love and wholeheartedly trust are my 1980’s uptown, Minneapolis platonic punk blue collar working brothers since 2009 and 2010 when we worked 18 hour days alongside each other as mechanical engineers while building stages for musical national acts.

In fact I love many people, however. They’re not here in Minnesota.

This week was one of the strangest and most difficult and stressful weeks of my life.

Nobody made it easy for me in miscommunications and mainly people complained about their lot in life yet here I am nearly kneeled over in half as I clutch my stomach-in from coming out of my belly button.

No, I’m no victim, however.

Minnesota tends to victimize its more intellectual counter-parts.

Yes, at the moment I’m, too, ill and in, too, much tumor pain to have to take up the insecurities or vulgarities or social dysfunction or emotional games or emotional dissatisfaction of my best male friends who seem to self loath or have gone completely insane with bitterness. I don’t do bitterness. Bitterness doesn’t look good on me thus I stay clear of bitterness.

Nearly, at each turn throughout the week was filled with roadblocks.

People closest to me spoke to me as though I were a child or as though I didn’t know my own mind or with a patronizing tone or condescending tone as though they knew me better than I know myself. Au contraire. Please. I’m master here. I’m master of my own destiny. Ha.

Not once or have I ever truly known what I’ve wanted until tonight which all I want to do is to run and run as far away from Minnesota as it is humanely possible to not ever have to be reminded of this racist and male chauvinistic period in my short lived history.

Nothing will keep me in Minnesota. Nothing.

Love won’t keep me here since love doesn’t exist here only the illusion of love.

Minnesota men aren’t looking for love.

Minnesota men are looking for sex without any commitment or sanctity or integrity or emotional stability to the entire ordeal.

Minnesota men play mind games. I don’t do mind games. I’ve got way, too, much to translate.

The overall stress sprung from last week’s “power struggles” and rejection from one of my best male friends who flaked out on me since yelled at me over text and told me he didn’t want to be roommates because of something lame about his “destiny” without any real good reason or explanation for the reason as to why he decided to change his mind at the last second and go and do his OWN thing. Ok, you do that.

My best friend was the one who made plans and broke the plans between us to live together then proceeded to belittle me over text about his social faux pa and blunder like I had wronged him yet it was he who wronged me.

Warped emotional games from my Duluth, MN’s best male friend’s tacky.

My Duluth, MN best male friends “flaked out” on me which is far more than I’m willing to contend with since I’m English as a Second Language and don’t have time for mind games only translation.

My Duluth, MN best male friends didn’t acquire the power to grant me “safe passage” into Duluth, MN thus I must run and not ever again look back towards Duluth, MN even if Duluth, MN might be my one and only love, however.

Duluth, MN is one of the most dangerous places for me to be. I’ve known this since I was ten and was first adopted and brought to Duluth, MN.

My Duluth, MN best male friends for four weeks continually gave me the “run around” while I chased my tail and endured the hardship of going without my cell phone for which was “lost” (stolen) at “The Red” and I know exactly who took it since it’s an inside job. I did the math. I figured out who the thief is. I’m not at any liberty to ever disclose such information. What eves. Moving on. Next.

The stress almost and nearly killed me on Monday and Tuesday.

My current legal partner believes he will walk away with “everything” and when I mean “everything” then I mean “everything.” Whatever.

Currently, I’m scheduled “safe passage” into Arizona amongst some of the most amazing mechanical engineers I’ve ever met. I know exactly where I’m going. I know where I’ve been. I know where I shan’t be.

While my current legal partner’s mother is in hospice care and ready to die of pancreatic cancer, we’re on standby. How terrible for my current legal partner.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

P.S. Intuitively, I knew deep down inside the Duluth, MN men don’t know what they want and they play at business thus I became turned off. I thought my friends knew their own minds only to discover they’re the same petty men as they were seventeen years ago. Nothing much changes.

The whole point to any story in any type of relationships is: not only can one get the girl, can one also keep the girl. Nope. Hardly ever.

My current legal partner warned me my Duluth, Minnesota best male friends were “sleaze balls.” Who’s to say now? Who cares? Not I.

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,044

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,918 + 82 = 5,000 + 1,044 = 6,044

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #30 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #24 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #4 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Thursday, July 20, 2017

“Lust is pursued by foolish men because of the immediacy of its delight…they ignore the suffering and wretchedness that follow in its train.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Deferential (having regard for another’s wishes, courteous)

The butler was very deferential to all of the guests.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count: 82

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,738 + 1,180 = 4,918 + 82 = 5,000

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #30 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #24 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #4 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

“If a man becomes sick, he should not tell anyone on the day, lest he have bad luck; but he may reveal his illness after that.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Fiscal (pertaining to money matters)

The business firm’s fiscal year begins on March 15^th.

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“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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The Party’s at “The Red”

Saturday, July 15^th, 2017

NAJA

(Native American Journalists Association)

Party

Hosted

Bob Hugh Monahan

and

present Co. (staff)

and

“Desdemona”

(Ms. Desdemona is a Duluth

television publicist and lovely)

Saturday night, I attended the most sophisticated and classy and calm, cool and collected and respectable party in the entire world.

Throughout the evening there were two incredibly amazing and sophisticated spinning DJ’s for whom I don’t know their artist’s names. I fell completely and totally platonically in love with their work.

Both gentlemen DJ’s were intelligent and kind and smart men who spun extremely well and held their own while five gorgeous and humble and beautiful and smart and kind and intelligent women in their wedding garb or modern wedding gowns danced their little hearts out.

For the first time in my life, I felt I was inside the scene in the film in which Charlie Brown and Company dance on a stage.

The Charlie Brown dance scene is one of my favorite pieces of art since the characters dance in their own way while the characters peacefully share the same common space and allow for peace to be brokered amongst all parties.

Thinking about the Charlie Brown dance scene moves me to the core of my soul. Not ever have I encountered such perfection and beauty in modern art other than the Charlie Brown dance scene.

Well, the five drop dead gorgeous women along with Desdemona in their beautiful modern wedding gowns were a sight as pleasing to the eye as life is possible to conjure up beauty and emotional stability and security.

The women were as secure within themselves as most American women aren’t secure within themselves since “self loathe” plagues our nation.

However, the women at “The Red” are perfection incarnate since their kindness and intelligence and smarts oozed out of their pores with perfect self-controlled movements and ballet like fluidity and grace and tenderness ready-made for royalty only.

Oh, the women were amazing.

“Desdemona The lovely” had some awesome dance moves.

Yes, I’ve decided to write a short story about Ms. Desdemona as an excellent and great hostess. The tile to the short story is “Desdemona The Lovely.”

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“The Red’s” Thief in our Midst

To any modern ladies; please, keep an eye on one’s belongings.

The same thing I’ve told to the Minneapolis ladies at the “W Hotel” for whom I’ve encountered crying their eyeballs out whenever their purses or clutches or bags or backpacks go amiss or stolen.

One must at all times keep an eye out for one’s belongings.

“The Red’s” staff and I are doing anything in our power to find out the cell phone thief. It’s now become a pattern.

When we do, OMG.

It’s the women staff and friends who keep an eye out for the thief since it’s the women who’ve had our most priced processions stolen right from out under our noses: our most price possessions are our cell phones which are our lifeline.

Yes, I went three weeks without a cell phone and personally I didn’t care except for all of the people who tried to get a hold of me -- they thought I was dead since I didn’t answer my phone for three straight weeks.

Not only was my cell phone “lost” or stolen about four weeks ago also the women ladies and staff of “The Red” have had their cell phones “lost” or “stolen” or thieved. It’s now become a pattern and none of it sits well with us.

None of it sits well with the lady staff of “The Red.”

Personally, I don’t wish to discover if this is an insider job because it’ll hurt the entire staff.

However, the thieving has now become a pattern and one definitely doesn’t want me to be the first one to discover who it is. Although I think I have an idea.

No, I haven’t discussed any of this with Bob Monahan, however.

Bob Monahan’s staff at “The Red” directly brought this to my attention.

The staff have brought their work problems, issues and situations to me and I do problem-solve as quickly and efficiently and as well as I’m able to without living in Duluth, MN until I officially move to Duluth, MN on Tuesday, August 1, 2017.

No, I don’t get paid to problem-solve some of “The Red’s” staff’s concerns, however.

Yes, I’ve fallen in love with the building and the staff therefore I go out of my way to be helpful in any way, shape or form since I have the brains for it.

No, I don’t like to work with the public much.

Yes, I most defiantly love teams and staff members and their healthy working professional dynamics and safety and concerns.

Once in a great while a team of staff as incredible as the staff at “The Red” comes along and does warm my heart and deserves my ear and patience and expertise as a communications broadcast engineer consultant as well as my intellectual capacity for positive problem solving solutions and overall health environmental concerns of any staff which they might have.

The coolest aspect about Duluth, MN is one is able to lose one’s gloves and the next day go back to any establishment in Duluth and actually find one’s literal $100.00 Armani gloves. Thank you to Carmody’s. How splendid.

No, no one steals at the House of Bob Monahan. Absolutely not. Not on our watch.

To the lady staff at “The Red” my heart is with you.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Post Script:

Okay, it’s official.

My surgery is scheduled for Monday, July 24, 2017 at 9:00am CT.

If anything were to go awry with the surgery or the days following the surgery then I’ve drawn up a living will and my best friends Pete M and “Officer Kaldor”/published poet Trevor Kaldor get my meager estate.

As of today, I’ve taken myself off of the one-hundred-and-fifty thousand dollar “life insurance” policy thus there’s no incentive for my current legal partner to murder me while I’m in post-operation mode.

As of right now the last person I trust is my current legal partner and his family. I’ve known for years I’ve neither been safe nor looked out for nor fully loved or cared for by my In-Laws.

My current legal partner and my cruel In-Laws only care about monetary means. Whatever. What a bunch of misers.

Today, the day belongs to me.

Yesterday’s, stress almost killed me.

Yes, I’ve secured money of my own through independent financiers. Anyone else may go and eat their toe nails.

Word Count Goal: 1,200

Word Count: 1,180

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,967 + 1,771 = 3,738 + 1,180 = 4,918

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #30 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #24 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #4 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Tuesday, July 17, 2017

“Luck makes men think you smart, because luck makes you rich.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Inured (used to, hardened, accustomed)

By constant exposure he soon became inured to the hardships of cold weather.

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“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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“Eulogy”

Tool

“Tool’s” musica

and my best friends

are kindness incarnate

Tool’s getting me through today

~~~

Please, keep all channels of communications open to me

Thanks

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Today

Signed away the house

In exchange for shelter

Nope.

Minnesota is a 50%-50% State

Thanks

Harvard Advice

At 11:00am CT this morning my current legal partner was ready to sell off our property and start all over again in life.

My current legal partner doesn’t think he will be able to do “spousal support” a $1,000 monthly living stipend for the next year even though he cashes in at $4,000 a month and our current mortgage is $680.00 a month and our monthly car payment is $250.00. Ok. (Please don’t bore me with anymore lies.)

Do I look as though I would like to live off of the hand of my former master? Absolutely not.

This is about freedom.

This is about me running for the hills.

Spent the better part of my afternoon talking and listening to Harvard graduate peers who I used to academically tutor and did get some free legal divorce advice.

Yes, I also spoke to my mother.

First of all, I must walk away alive.

My security is top priority.

Second, I’ve been told by the elites I either must go to a women’s homeless shelter and wait out this matrimonial hurricane of a storm while I fight for divorce or sign over the house and buy myself another week at home while I go under the laparoscopic knife. Ok.

Well, the only way for me to buy myself another week at home is hypothetically to sign away the house to my current legal partner. Not okay, however. It’ll have to do. Wait. Minnesota is a 50%-50 state. Awesome.

My current legal partner gets the house and the car and the dog and a 35 acre farm in Kettle River, MN and the Disney stock all for free. Not so.

The only reason I might change my mind and leave my current legal partner homeless:

By mistake today at 3:59pm CT unbeknownst to my current legal partner and his family:

By mistake, my In-Law’s let me in on a massive text with my current legal partner about how, “I consider this a good deal.”

Of course, any Kettle River, MN and Duluth, MN In-Law thieves would consider this divorce a “great deal” to have me go homeless while my master gets the plantation and the house-slaves and I make a run through swamp and survive the concrete jungle possibly in a women’s homeless shelter.

What a bunch of cruel people my In-Laws are.

What a bunch of thieves my In-Laws are.

Insinuating how I’m “property” and a “commodity” and how this is a great opportunistic broker deal to have me get nothing in exchange for a possible miserable $25,000 cash payout which my current legal partner refuses to give me what is mine which as of this moment is $3,000 to put a down payment on some tiny studio apartment someplace downtown Duluth, MN while I write the next great American novel and most likely will again starve simply because my current legal partner refuses to do well by me.

Personally, I’m worried about the greed and rude misbehavior of my In-Laws and current legal partner.

Simply, I want out.

After the lawyers are done with everything then there will only be $25,000 each, anyway.

Thus I’ll be the “bigger person” and leave my current legal partner set-up for retirement in twelve years time. I’ll sleep like a baby while my current legal partner will always very well know he thieved from me.

As soon as my surgical operation is over within 48 hours I must be in Duluth, MN. I must get out of this “mind control” and “emotionally abuse” and overall divorce insanity.

Yes, I choose to walk away thus I shan’t get abused anymore then I already have.

The money doesn’t mean anything to me to have to go through a court battle.

Personally, I’ll go on and become one of the wealthiest minimalist in the world.

The only reason why I would now sell the property is to teach my rude and disrespectful and hateful and crude and cruel In-Laws and my current legal partner a good lesson in manners.

If I possibly might have to go destitute and homeless then my current legal partner ought to also. However, I actually have a heart.

As of now, I’m tired. I don’t care about the money.

Even though I come across as though I care about a lot of aspects in life.

One might be surprised to find out about how little I actually care about much of anything such as riches or wealth or objects surrounding me to show off status. Au Contraire.

My little pinky finger has more classy social status than the entire state of Minnesota.

~~~

Not worried in the least bit

The worst is now over

Eleven years of my wasted valuable time

Frankly, I’m not worried about myself.

The only person who carried me through this miserable eleven year marriage is -- me.

No, I’m anything except worried about the end of this story.

Yes, I can see the finish line from here.

No one is going to push me off course.

I’m writing the happiest ending I’ve ever written.

In one week, I won’t feel this abdominal tumor pain.

In two weeks, hopefully by August 1, 2017 I’ll be in Duluth, MN surrounded by kindness and smarts and intelligence and true awesome talent.

Doing my best to get my hands on $3,000 dollars to put down a deposit on a $300.00 to $500.00 a month one bedroom flat. If my current legal partner is able to afford it.

At the moment my money isn’t being relinquished to me.

Indubitably, I’m in contact with my family and friends.

No, absolutely not. I’m not an island all unto myself.

What do I look like, sand? I don’t think so. Please.

~~~

Signed away the house

for temporary shelter

(Pathetic)

Nope, not so.

Minnesota is a 50%-50% State

Well, I’m clever enough to have bought myself at least one more week in this house without resorting to go to any women’s homeless shelter.

Although, I’m telling “the devils.”

If I leave here then I shan’t go to any homeless shelter. No.

Yes, I have awesome friends at the border of Mexico who will get me into Central America undetected and into Argentina thus I might be able to disappear forever to write and live amongst the locals of Pablo Neruda’s village.

The gorgeous and starved Central American children who walk to America’s borders each day to get away from drug lords who murder our innocent global citizens and murder our docile global civilians must not come here to “America the Mean.”

Personally, I figure since the Central American children are able and astute enough and smart and kind and intelligent to walk from Central America all the way to the border of the United States then I’m able to take a backpack full of camping gear and head south and walk into South America and disappear forever into the jungles of the Amazon and possibly live amongst the Indigenous and fight for their lands right alongside them.

The world’s my oyster.

If my hand is forced and I’m to make my way across the jungles of Central America then I’m taking any migrating children with me and find safe passage and shelter for them along the way.

No, I shan’t leave the children with perverts. Nope.

Central American children; there’s nothing here for you in mean spirited America. Turn around and go back home.

Although, it was the Harvard Ivy Leaguers’ advice for which I received this afternoon which is to “get out” and leave a pittance behind and not ever look back ever again. Ok.

My surgery is scheduled within the next week.

Yes, I saw the gynecologist last week.

Yes, I’m having a hysterectomy. Thank god almighty!

We did our best to have children.

We weren’t blessed with any.

End of story.

Now, the “cervix” is scheduled to remain for life thus I might have incredibly amazing hot and orgasmic future sex without all of the lady part complications and the monthly bloody menstruations.

Yes, my vagina and clitoris will stay intact and fully formed. Thank you.

Yes, my cervix will stay intact and fully formed. Thank you.

Yes, the fallopian tubes go while the ovaries stay since I also contend with one ovarian cyst for the better part of the past two years.

Oh, I’m glad not to ever again have to hemorrhage for as long as I live.

Eight years of hemorrhage bleed-outs have indeed left me exhausted, however. Not anemic. Amazing! I’m physically strong. I’m also mentally strong.

Yes, I hemorrhage at this moment.

Yes, I bleed out and the amount of blood is indeed significant to my health as of right now.

~~~

English as a Second Language Texts

Ha.

LOL.

I feel bad for native English speakers

Native English speakers don’t understand

how to properly interact over text

with non-native English speakers

Personally, I know death temporarily walks alongside me while any chance I get, I run away and hide and dance at “The Red.”

Personally, the last thing I’m afraid of is death.

Personally, I think the live-ones are scarier than the dead.

The live-ones tend to be thieves and liars.

The live-ones are definitely more patronizing and condescending to say the least.

Personally, I think mean and cruel people can go curl up and die a horrible and painful death of the uterus. Ha! LOL.

Yes, I’m forty and no longer a child.

Nothing’s the matter with me except I write terrible texts for as calm, cool and collected of a hot babe as I am. Oh, well. Chuck it up to English as a Second Language.

When I sign over the car then I wonder if I will buy myself another week’s worth of shelter. Not so. I don’t have to sign over anything since Minnesota is a 50%-50%.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,771

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,967 + 1,771 = 3,738

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #30 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #24 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #4 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Monday, July 17, 2017

“Need makes people better; luck makes them worse.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Natatorium (swimming pool)

The swimming match was held in the school natatorium.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

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Hello.

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Happy Monday!

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

Minnesota might stink

However, Duluth, MN doesn’t.

“Something Rotten Stinks in Denmark”

~~~

The Party’s where “The Red’s” at

Saturday, July 15^th, 2017

NAJA

(Native American Journalists Association)

Party

Hosted

Bob Monahan

and

present Co. (staff)

and

“Desdemona”

(Ms. Desdemona is a Duluth

television publicist and lovely)

Saturday night, I attended the most sophisticated and classy and calm, cool and collected and respectable party in the entire world.

Upstairs, on the main stage the Native American musicians and Caucasian brothers and sisters played hauntingly gorgeous music which took my breath away and made me want to jump right out of my skin and take flight thus the least I could do was humbly dance and dance hard as a bipedal upright human since I haven’t gotten out much in a decade.

The lovely and beautiful and kind and smart and intelligent people I met were pure joy. I met one Mr. “Robbie of War” and his Native American musician brother who were funny and quick witted and multi-cultural and lovely to speak to.

Jamie Ness and Jim Hall closed the benefit with nothing except pure joy and beauty.

Oh, yes Jamie Ness and I go way back.

Jamie Ness and I know each other well going back to the age of fourteen and Jamie Ness was sixteen.

There’s no bad blood between Jamie Ness and myself.

There’s not ever been any bad blood between Jamie Ness and myself.

Jamie’s always kept his pants up and his manners intact.

Jamie Ness knows I have nothing except great affection and platonic love and adoration and admiration for Jamie Ness as my platonic brother even though we don’t ever purposely go out of our way to socially hang out together unless we’re thrown in together by mere “chance meeting” then we’ll dance together next to each other or silently smile at each other or hug each other.

Jamie Ness and I grew up while we attended Episcopalian weekend church retreats. I know Jamie Ness. Jamie Ness knows me. I’d know Jamie Ness anywhere in the world. I’d know Jamie Ness’s smell anywhere in the world. Yep.

Yes, with peace and love and calm appreciation I may approach Jamie Ness with platonic love since Jamie Ness influenced right out of the gates my choice in music and book titles when I was fourteen.

Jamie Ness may always approach me at anytime or anywhere in the world since our respectful bond is already established between us.

It is Jamie Ness who put the “L” into the word, cool.

Jim Hall is a national treasure.

Yes, I’ve known Jim Hall since the days when my dad would sneak me into some Canal Park hotel lounge and we’d go listen to blues music which I neither like blues or jazz. I would stare and watch the gorgeous black women shake and move their bodies without any shame or hang ups to how they danced.

Jim Hall is nothing except quiet and smart and intelligent and kind and understanding and magnificent of spirit and generous of heart to me and many others.

Jim Hall and I know each other. We know each other.

We go way back even though we don’t ever hug or kiss we still have each other’s backs since we hold a great deal of appreciation and respect for one another. We get each other without having to spell it out.

My night ended with “Frank” showing me his actual 100% legitimate ballet steps and moves since lovely 70 year young “Frank” explained to me how he took modern ballet with a “George Michaels” person. I don’t know.

“Frank” gave me the sweetest compliment and told me if he were my age then he’d want to have sex with me.

Kindly, I accepted “Frank’s” awesome compliment and told him I was flattered since I was because “Frank” is absolutely awesome.

If “frank” had been my age then I possibly would have considered…, however, a main rule of law in my woman’s book is to not ever sexually date Hippies since I’m, too, casual preppy for Hippies.

“Frank” and I are going to get along well.

Nobody gets to be mean to “Frank” in his beautiful long white beard and gorgeous white hair and kind soul.

“Frank” is the first real Hippie I’ve ever met for whom I actually like.

“Frank’s” a true article.

“Frank’s” the real deal.

“Frank’s” well traveled.

“Frank” knows more than one or two things about the world of men and women.

“Frank” you’ve made a friend out of me and usually it takes decades to crack me open and out of my shell.

Saturday night was as amazing as ever, therefore, I decided to move to Duluth, MN rather than Los Angeles.

The next great American novel must be written in Duluth, MN and I intend to do as I say I write unless.

Yes, Duluth, MN is my first and only love. There will be more.

Yes, Duluth, MN touches my soul in ways no other place in the world does.

Yes, I’m Duluth, MN’s adoptee Costa Rican born and Salvadorian Maya raised daughter.

Yes, for the first six years of my life my birth mother and birth grandmother raised me.

What does it look like, I was raised by wolves? Au contraire.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue to write about “The Red.”

Tomorrow, I’ll write about the masterful table spinning DJ’s and the loveliest women guest who attended “The Red” in wedding garb and modern guest wedding gowns and danced to house music for hours.

Not once did the lovely dancing ladies ever judge me for the way I danced or how much I sweat as though we were all in ballet class and I was smelly and stinky. What an inclusive group of creative intellectuals.

Furthermore, I’ll write about the Yoga teacher who teaches mainly based on the Sanskrit rather than American Western style of Yoga in which one must incorrectly stretch and nearly kill oneself half way to death.

Immediately, when I caught a glimpse of the Sanskrit Yoga teacher I knew she mindfully incorporated Sanskrit yoga movements and mindfulness into her each movement of life.

She was the true and real embodiment of Ancient Sanskrit Yoga. Immediately, I was platonically smitten by her and her life choices.

She was the loveliest woman at the party for being true to herself and her own nature. I didn’t stare at her, however. Like a ballerina on stage I could’ve watched her gracefully move and dance for hours. She was beautiful and real and true and kind and smart and intelligent. She is a real woman.

Duluth, MN has a gene pool of amazing creative talent and creative professionals.

~~~

“The Red”

Personally, I call “The Red Herring Lounge” by the nickname of “The Red” since the “Artist’s Only” “green room” has a literal red light therefore the staff and artists and people in the know call the “green room,” “The Red Room” thus now I call Bob Hugh Monahan’s building “The Red.”

“The Red Herring Lounge” by Bob Hugh Monahan and present Co. (staff) is my second platonic and non-sexually creative home away from my literary study at home.

No, I don’t go to “The Red” to sleep.

My friends all know -- I’ll get a hotel room anywhere in town even if it’s 6:00am CT and checkout time is noon on the same day.

“The Red,” the physical building in and of itself and I have literally fallen in love with each other ever since I volunteered to clean out the “green room” and rewire the studio sockets.

There’s an intellectual freedom or an expressive respectful openness or astute smartness about such a “drop dead gorgeous” building such as “The Red.” I feel free to be myself at “The Red.” No need for anyone to put on airs.

Usually, granite stone tends to hold intense residue leftover from previously active paranormal activity, however.

There's something magnificently wonderfully safe about red stone or red brick for which seems to be protective of humans although stone crumbles and makes for lots of dust or for terrible driving streets.

No, I haven't ever sensed any paranormal activity or ghosts or harmful presence in either the Northshor Theatre or "The Red." Nope.

Absolutely no paranormal activity has ever made its presence known to me since paranormal activity knows I live for the human condition and human spirit and I’d most likely and probably get the building hypothetically shutdown immediately until further notice if there were such any activity or occurrences of hypothetical paranormal activity to ever have the courage to show their presence to me since there hasn’t ever been any paranormal activity in my life since I don’t allow for such nonsense into my life much less aliens or extra terrestrials to come over to my front door and knock upon it. Nope.

My feet are upon solid ground.

As a modern Maya Indigenous mature adult woman I don’t accept the paranormal or the spirits of the dead or dream lovers to live amongst the living. Nope. We keep them separated.

Yes, the two years I lived with the Japanese taught me about the art of life in objects and about how objects, too, have a “start, middle and end” as well as objects have true and real histories and objects give off energy and live in relationship to humans as well as objects also hold metaphysical properties to their conduct in behavior.

Humans are indeed in constant relationship to objects therefore it’s best to be kind and humane and intelligent and smart about how to best handle objects with care or how to best get along with the spatial relations and/or layout of any building without being a flake about whether the stone's emotions get hurt or not.

In other words: objects and infrastructure and tools all know a thing or two about the natural condition to the living spirit thus object’s main present purpose is to make humans feel comfortable or at ease and safe from dark nights or harmful natural elements such as the weather.

Whenever I vacation to Duluth, MN then in the early hours of the morning I go to “The Red” to work out handwritten literary notes on paper or choreograph modern and classical ballet to rock-and-roll music set and ready to jam along with my humble digital headset. It’s a literal workout without having to go to the gym.

Yes, I hold carte blanche as Bob Monahan also holds carte blanche to anything I own. Whatever I own also belongs to Mr. Bob Monahan since friendship since twelve counts for something awesome.

Carte blanche was established between us ever since Bob Monahan and I were twelve and I spent two years each weekend on platonic sleepovers under the Monahan’s roof while I raided their refrigerator and cupboards for junk food since I grew up on Co-Op rabbit food.

No, I’m not any type of ballerina except for twenty years of combined classical ballet and modern dance courses. I can’t even touch my toes much less jump around like a young ballerina. Nope.

Nonetheless, it is rock-and-roll which compels me to choreograph classical ballet and modern dance in the early hours of the mornings to hard rock like “Tool” and “The Cure.”

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,967

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,967

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #30 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #24 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #4 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Friday, July 14, 2017

“A lecherous old man is intolerable.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Scrutinized (examined closely, observed very carefully)

He scrutinized the motives of the man but could conceive the lies.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

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Duluth, Minnesota

Saturday, July 15, 2017

At 3:30pm CT

Downtown, Duluth, Minnesota

Okay, still without a cell phone.

Tomorrow, we’re scheduled at the farm by noon thus I’ll bypass Kettle River, Minnesota and drive directly into Duluth, MN to see about a magnificent man who is the only human in the entire world who knows exactly where I’ll be at 3:30pm CT in front of his second purchased building and at 4:00pm CT sharp at his first purchased building.

Yes, I come in peace, I go in peace, and I leave in peace.

Yes, still smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee.

No, I don’t like to drink alcohol.

Alcohol and I don’t mix well.

Los Angeles

Monday, July 17^th, 2017

12:00am PCT

Okay, seriously hoping to be in L.A. Monday night.

There’s nothing wrong.

Must begin to figure out where to live on my own and by myself without either getting shot at or raped or killed or murdered or kidnapped since I’m simply an independent writer and writers don’t have “a pot to piss in.”

There’s nothing much planned except to take my skateboard “Desilu II” and get to know cultural and non-racist and posh and metropolitan Hollywood’s safe areas of Los Angeles and see which neighborhood I might be able to afford a safe and moderate and clean and smart and kind and intelligent and creative and artistic neighborhood for about $500.00 for a studio apartment.

Tell me, people still meagerly make it alongside multi-millionaires in the same fashion of SoHo’s “rent control” thus our family owns right in Soho.

No, I’m not any type of a consumer in the sense I neither take up much space nor require, too, many resources, plus I lead a minimalist lifestyle.

Yes, I’m look forward to possibly find an awesome and inexpensive hotdog stand or place to write for about an hour per day.

Not sure if there’re “Americ-Inns” Los Angeles?

The safest and most awesome places I’ve ever staid without any sexual misbehavior or sexual misconduct or sexual abuse from the staff.

The last time I was in Los Angeles filming a documentary was in 2005 and didn’t get a chance to go visit a place called “Venice Beach.”

Well, I look forward to actually seeing “Venice Beach” with my on two eyes.

Is one allowed to skateboard “Venice Beach?”

If one is, OMG it’ll be one for the bucket list.

Look forward to writing the blog from Los Angeles and skateboard the safer parts of Los Angeles and window shop for an apartment.

Although, if I were to find the perfect apartment with modern sane, non-cultish and intelligent and non-Hippie forty-something professional creative working neighbors and a non-haunted apartment with build-ins and lots of light and character then I’ll park myself there for a year or more and write the next great American novel and base it out of Los Angeles, California.

Los Angeles, thank you for adopting me quicker than I thought you would.

No, I’m not to ask for professional favors since I want to keep my acquaintances and former co-workers and friends on a social scene rather than on a personal favor aspect.

Let’s responsibly party with kind and intelligent and smart and respectful and supportive and positive energy and non-flirtatious attitude.

Friends tell me I make an incredibly beautiful human.

Friends also tell me I’m naturally the most awkward human in the world. Yep.

Okay, see you around Los Angeles.

Yes, I pay my way through the world. I believe in going Dutch unless the man makes more money than the other party or unless the man is “sexxy” enough to show off his culinary skills and respectfully without mal intention directly ask any woman to join him to break bread which is the most sacred aspect to life and relationships and better acquaintances and further friendships.

Please, don’t poison me or get me killed.

Personally, I don’t want to die only since I have volumes of valuable pieces of writing still yet to write which are nothing more than work and more work.

Early on in life I was informed much of life is filled with suffering or work.

No, I shan’t personally go out of my way to meet with one Mr. Bill Maher since I don’t have anything to say at this moment.

No, I haven’t ever even gathered enough courage to browse through Mr. Bill Maher’s website. Nope. Much less acquire his person email.

Yes, I personally know Maria Bamford’s mom since in my early 20’s I did attend Maria Bamford’s mom’s church, however.

No, I haven’t ever personally met Maria Bamford even though I carry Maria Bamford’s personal phone number written out for me by her mother’s handwritten hand on the back of her mom’s business card. Ha. The phone number is from 2002 (correction on date) thus I wouldn’t call it.

No, I’m not sure how cool Los Angeles is: in the sense if most people rub elbows with all aspects of workers or class and culture and society or if Los Angeles is completely classist and segregated.

If Los Angeles is an actual racist place then I’ll write about the injustice and thus Los Angeles will go down for the next two-thousand years of history.

Peace,

Gabriel

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~~~

No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

“House of Estrada”

(Think Tank)

Founded:

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Gabriela Estrada

My Salvadorian birth father’s name was

“Victor Estrada”

A man, who lived, fought and died

as a “freedom fighter”

during the 1970’s

El Salvador’s oligarch’s “reign of terror.”

~~~

Something Stinks in Denmark

Well, yesterday, one of my best friends flaked out on me thus all completely I’ll bypass Duluth, MN and head out straight for Los Angeles, California by September 1, 2017.

No, I don’t know a single sane or safe human in Los Angeles.

Now, I’m scared to have to go it alone, however.

We’re all alone in this American life.

There’s no village living here.

Los Angeles, here I come!

For whatever reasons my Minnesota male friends are terrified of my divorce since most Minnesotans have the “waitress mentality.”

“Waitress mentality” is when thieving waitresses steal tips from respectable waitresses thus and therefore thieving waitresses believe other people will steal their tips, too, thus thieving waitresses think “everybody” else steals, too. Au contraire.

My Minnesota male friends seem terrified I might require a free meal or monetary assistance from them. Au contraire.

As of now, in the bank I have $29,000.

Yes, I doubled my money in about three week’s time.

When I was 24, 25, and 26, most of my Duluth, Minnesota male friends witnessed my three year starvation and not once did they ever offer me a hot cup of coffee or a free meal.

Not once did I ever ask anyone of my friends for any monetary assistance or free resources. I’m not about to start now. Au contraire. I’m proud. (I’m Mr. Darcy’s female counterpart as an inside joke.)

Why on Earth would my male friends assume I’d want their money is unfair to me since I haven’t ever had to beg anyone of them for anything other than “safe passage” then why would I begin to ask for their financial assistance now? I wouldn’t.

Yes, I’m a self made woman.

Yes, I carry myself through rough waters.

Yes, I’m on my own. I’ve always been on my own.

Only my multi-millionaire European or Bostonian male friends are willing to offer complete monetary assistance, however. I refuse to accept their abundance of resources since I don’t ever again want be beholden to any other man for as long as I live.

My Minnesota male friends are either scared or who knows what?

No wonder most people neither like my male friends nor trust them and as of yesterday, neither do I much.

Yes, as an INFJ I must remain emotionally distance thus I might self preserve and bypass human. The only reason why I don’t trust my male friends is because my current legal partners doesn’t.

~~~

No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

As of two weeks ago “black” Americans explained to me what a “ghetto nigger” is. I had no idea.

A “ghetto nigger” is a greedy and stingy person who was brought up on nothing and has nothing therefore a “ghetto nigger” doesn’t know how to contribute to society at large or neither is willingly or able to share with others or freely give of themselves since a “ghetto nigger’s” mentality is one of nothing.

A “ghetto nigger’s” mind is empty thus they’re empty vessels ready to sink to the bottom of the ocean blue.

A “ghetto nigger” is a dinosaur in the same manner in which the Republican Party’s a dinosaur and ready for extinction.

A “ghetto nigger” believes they’ll starve thus they first ensure the starvation of anyone else around them thus society and culture don’t get real far while the “ghetto nigger” stands in the way of progress.

A “ghetto nigger” wears sweatpants to award ceremonies since any “ghetto nigger’s” mentality is one of how to best give the “middle finger” without actually doing the gesture.

A “ghetto nigger” believes society and culture ought to obey to their “ghetto nigger’s” mentality and ways thus America ought to live and die face down in the dirt.

A “ghetto nigger” believes they make up the rules when in reality a “ghetto nigger” is nothing more than an illiterate.

A “ghetto nigger” is more often than not wrong, however, uneducated and unable to see the error of their ways thus a “ghetto nigger” is an arrogant person with bad attitude and nothing much else.

A “ghetto nigger” doesn’t have “a pot to piss in” much less a mind to work out challenging and positive problem solutions.

A “ghetto nigger” is stingy and proud for the wrong reasons and hardly ever able to see outside of themselves and how wrong they are about almost and nearly any topic of conversation.

A “ghetto nigger” is a “ghetto nigger” and not someone to go around or to go near or to have anything to do with someone as hardened and disgraceful as all of it.

A “ghetto nigger” is arrogant to believe people follow them, however, a “ghetto nigger” is a “poser” and a nobody even if the “ghetto nigger” were to acquire riches or wealth or celebrity a “ghetto nigger” is still hardened and not to be trusted ever unless…for any reason.

A “ghetto nigger” is a hater of humanity.

A “ghetto nigger” doesn’t seem to be able to laugh at themselves and their stupidity.

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Obese is Ugly

Yes, stored fat in the body is indeed unattractive since it’s incredibly unhealthy to carry stored fat in the cellular structure which tells the entire story of any one person’s life and how “obese” people either can’t or don’t manage stress well.

Any person who wishes to be a celebrity ought not to be “obese” since stored fat in the cells is stress which stress is the number one killer in Americans.

If one wishes to be a celebrity and to be respectfully treated or well thought of then the pounds must be shed otherwise any celebrity has absolutely no business sharing their unseemly parts of nature to the world since most of America is a country full of unattractive people without any clue as to how “obesity” actually kills quicker than smoking or drinking or drugs.

“Obese” celebrities aren’t anyone of consequence.

“Obese” celebrities are either physically or emotionally or psychologically ill therefore “obese” celebrities hold absolutely no power or say in the lives of real people or anywhere else for such matters.

“Obese” celebrities are unattractive to look at.

“Obese” celebrities don’t belong on the cover of magazines or television or photo shoots since most cancers derive from obesity.

Now, I’m twenty pounds overweight ever since for the past twenty years I’ve lived with an illness which creates fake-pregnancy hormones in my body and such liquid hormones tricks my body into believing it’s fake-pregnant thus I’m slightly overweight, however.

If “obsess” celebrities don’t have any real health issues then “obese” celebrities are either undisciplined or careless with what they place into their mouths and shan’t be celebrities anymore.

The reason why “obese” celebrities shan’t get paid to be “obsess” or neither starved is because it’s an unhealthy image which ought not to be portrayed in any way, shape or form by any real people since cancer is quite real and scary.

In Minnesota most women after the age of 40 are about 300 pounds and live in the Caucasian lonely suburbs where other 300 pound women condone such misbehavior thus most of Minnesota is encompassed or surrounded by morbid “obesity.”

Imagine, suburbs upon suburbs of 300 pound women eating away their loneliness.

All day long one must witness the “obese” misbehavior of Minnesota women thus when it comes to looking at celebrity men or women then the last thing we want to look upon is any further “obesity” which makes the healthy cringe with fight.

“Obesity” is unattractive since stored fat is inflammation in the body.

“Obesity” is illness or morbidity or undisciplined lifestyle.

“Obesity” is unhealthy.

“Obesity” is shameful to force the rest of healthy taxpayers to carry the financial burden “obese” American people create for the rest of us to have to carry as taxpayers.

Yes, there ought to be an “obese” tax implemented. Absolutely correct.

Anybody 20 pounds overweight ought to have to pay higher taxes in the same manner or form in which cigarette smokers have to “pay through the roof” for one single pack of cigarettes.

“Obesity” ought to be eradicated in the world.

Starvation ought to be eradicated in the world.

Americans are indeed “obese” unattractive.

My personal experience is Costa Ricans are drop dead gorgeous people as well as most Scandinavian countries’ peoples mostly since no one allows for “obesity” to sit in.

For some morbid reason past the age of 30 most Americans lose hope and let go of their looks thus Americans become morbidly “obese” and seem to think their “obesity” isn’t anybody else’s business. Au contraire.

If one is twenty pounds over their initial weight from the age of eighteen then their “obesity” ought to be taxed for being an endangerment to our national gross product.

Come on, America!

Get moving, let’s go!

If one is, too, “obese” to be able to carry their own purse then don’t have children carry one’s purses since any heavy bag will throw off the alignment of the spine and children aren’t meant to be servants to “obese” adults.

“Obesity” is indeed unattractive.

“Obesity” is indeed obese.

“Obesity” is unnatural to the human condition.

Get it together or go home and do some yard work.

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Celebrity Children aren’t Special

Celebrity children ought not to be photographed for magazine spreads since it’s not only child endangerment or child recklessness to place any child in front of the world’s gaping sexual offenders’ eyes ready to be preyed upon.

As far as I understand it, celebrities who are followed around by paparazzi are only followed around because the celebrities’ publicists calls up the paparazzi and gives the location of the celebrities.

Paparazzi isn’t any type of impromptu work. No.

The paparazzi are already given information as to the whereabouts of celebrities and their extremely morbid egos.

Celebrities who call up the paparazzi in advance simply seek out such attention thus paparazzi celebrities get what they deserve which is a freak show.

Beyonce doesn’t sing well.

No matter what anybody says one aspect to Beyonce’s career is she definitely doesn’t sing well.

Sitting through her songs is a nightmare. I can’t wait for this nightmare to be over, however.

Yes, I must study her quasi music in order to criticize it.

Celebrity’s children aren’t any more or less special than orphans or third world country’s children since most anyone under the age of 35 is considered “mentally ill” and must first prove they aren’t insane in the membrane as any other children must also prove their sanity by the age of 35.

As of late (in my humble opinion) celebrity children aren’t very good looking.

Children don’t do much of anything other than poop and eat and sleep and drool therefore children aren’t anything special to cover otherwise magazine publicists are possibly “lazy” or have run out of material or run out of great ideas and either publicists aren’t as intelligent or wise or capable or smart or kind as to lend magazine space to mature adults such as “sexxy” scientists or mathematicians or neurologists.

Celebrity children seem as “mentally ill” as any other child does at first.

When celebrity children grow up to be 35 then celebrity adult children have far more to prove than any other adult children since celebrity children are born into privilege and wealth and opportunities others shan’t ever imagine.

Celebrity children are treated more like designer bags than real people.

Celebrity children look as though their eyes don’t align properly.

Celebrity children don’t seem to look any different than crack and cocaine babies do with misaligned eyeballs.

Celebrity children are overrated. It’s unfair to commit such heinous crimes against celebrity children as to throw them to the publicist wolves since children are ignorant at best.

No, no child is ever wise no matter how cute they may look or seem or come across.

Charm is a wicked way towards “insanity.”

As far as I understand “charm” to be a negative trait in the modern culture.

The modern world seems to shun “charm.”

Celebrities are more often than not “lucky” to be celebrities thus don’t believe all of the hype since most celebrities don’t seem to be able to form one single proper English sentence together.

Celebrities aren’t “Hollywood royalty” since royalty lives for the less fortunate and donates and lives for causes beyond their celebrity which lends assistance to education without objectifying children or donations or charity otherwise celebrity is simply some richness without a cause.

The reason why we’re modern and contemporary blue bloods is because we get behind non-religious charities and organizations for which do lend monetary and educational and infrastructure assistance to the needy in America and Haiti and Somalia and Sudan and Sierra Leone and Costa Rica and El Salvador and Venezuela and Italy and Spain and Indonesia and Iran and, and, and…

Please, stop acting out for the simple sake to be noticed.

Peace.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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As of now: I finished reading the revised Nazi Gestapo Nation’s Republican Party’s Holocaust health care bill.

This Nazi Republican Party’s Holocaust health care bill is a piece of mean spirited legislative writing not worth two cents rubbed together and neither worth to go up for debate on either House or Senate floors.

The revised Gestapo Nation’s Republican Party’s "Trumpcare" fascist Holocaust health care bill better known as “Jim Crow Law” segregates our nation into healthy and none healthy divides which is a catastrophe since young people also get deadly cancers and multiple sclerosis (my auntie lives with MS) and young people get into deadly car accidents and acquire deadly tumors and sexually transmitted diseases and etc., etc., etc.

This Gestapo Nation’s Republican Party’s revised piece of inhumane Holocaust’s gas chamber health care bill for sure will endanger my life and the life of 23 other million Americans.

Why is the Gestapo Nation’s Republican Party willing to send 23 million Americans to the Holocaust health care gas chambers?

Why are the Gestapo Nation’s Republican Party’s Legislative Representatives a bunch of cruel members protected behind the iron curtain of Congressional power?

Why send 23 million Americans to the Holocaust health care gas chambers?

Why does the Republican Party align their values with Nazi’s?

Why are spiteful Republicans as furious and ready to spite and murder the poor and the ill and the sick and the downtrodden?

In some ways, I ought to go to Washington and write healthy bills rather than greedy lobbyists’ best interest bills.

The Republican Party can “go jump in the lake.”

How’s that for eloquent?

The American People will ensure the Republican Party gets decimated within the next two years simply for having a murderous Republican Party’s agenda to murder off our sick, poor and needy.

The Republican Party is nothing except Hitler in disguise.

Trump can also “go jump in the lake.”

Trump’s a literal sexual assaulter.

Trump’s a traitor to our nation who went and jumped in the lake with Putin.

What a bunch of traitors to our nation.

Trump will be impeached by December 2017.

Kushner will go to jail for five years.

Call Congress and have this murderous Republican Party’s Nazi Holocaust health care bill thrown out since there’s no meat to the literary bones only death and more death.

Not ever did I think we’d have a Nazi party in the form of the Republican Party ready to murder their constituents and their constituents’ families and Constituents’ beloved ones.

Nothing much changes throughout history.

Trump is Hitler.

Kushner ought to have been fired last night.

Kushner makes bad decisions whose maladjusted DNA strand is apparent all over his face and especially his misaligned eyes.

Ivanka Trump can also go jump in the lake with her dad. Oh, wait. She already does.

Trump Jr. can also go jump in the lake with his dad. Oh, wait. He already does.

“Power to The People.”

Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Forward.

Let’s take these fascists out of the game of politics.

The Trumps are going to have to make a run for it.

No oligarch survives the murder of any nation.

Sincerely,

Gabriela

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Badly Directed Movies

Mr. Guy Ritchie

No, I don’t personally think Guy Richie is a moron, however.

Indubitably, I do think Guy Ritchie’s movies are terrible. No one can pay me enough money to sit through another Guy Ritchie movie. Thank you, however. No, thank you.

Mr. Guy Ritchie directs terrible movies and doesn’t deserve to rub elbows with the likes of Disney. His movies speak for themselves which is bad directorial work.

No, I neither look to produce or direct films for Disney. I’m on a different career path than Disney corporate.

My career path is by far more significant beyond corporate work or gross riches or glory or stolen wealth. I seek out balanced ecosystems where all types of amazing people live and work and thrive.

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Mr. Tarantino’s Visual Plagiarist Movies

What’s the name of the director who does hack work and literally copies by verbatim scene-per-scene most of his visual work?

The uneducated man who obviously didn’t attend four straight years of academic film school prison (as an analogy) and makes hack work?

The man who doesn’t do either original work or impromptu work and whose work is literally hack material as well as visual plagiarism?

Quentin Tarantino is rich off of the visual plagiarism of others’ films.

Mr. Tarantino who produces hack movies is required to attend four straight years of film school before he makes anymore hack movies.

Recently, finished viewing Mr. Tarantino’s work and Mr. Tarantino’s work is mainly lifted or stolen from Japanese masters.

No, Tarantino is the last person I want to meet on this Earth since I’m extremely sweet and kind and smart and intelligent face-to-face while on the page I’m a complete critical sharp minded old-grumpy writer.

Obviously, Mr. Tarantino didn’t have to write one twenty-page paper each night for four straight years or read three entire books in one night.

None whatsoever, I have no respect for any of Mr. Tarantino’s plagiarist movies. The movies portray their betrayal to the masters thus obviously Mr. Tarantino doesn’t know why Mr. Tarantino copies or lifts or steals or visually plagiarizes the masters’ films for which he does lift which makes it worse to watch Mr. Tarantino’s movies since he doesn’t understand the complexity thus he takes what doesn’t belong to him.

Mr. Tarantino’s movies are in many ways student work.

Mr. Tarantino’s movies do give him away through the strong portrayal of his ignorant arrogance spread across the screen like confetti shot out of a cannon.

Mr. Tarantino may be someone, however.

Mr. Tarantino’s movies aren’t awesome.

Back to one.

Back to the start.

Back to the beginning.

The End.

El Fin.

My deepest apologies for getting personal with anyone I haven’t ever met. Please, forgive me. I’m so sorry.

These fake-pregnancy hormones kick my derriere.

The pain is no excuse for my disparaging literary language.

Truly, I’m a lovely woman. Simply Hulk out sometimes.

Mainly, I like modern figure of speech and how personal and full of derogative language it is, however. Derogative language doesn’t make for good writing.

Yet, modern language and modern linguistics and modern figure of speech is celebrated with full on hatred and modern aggression and anarchist rage is wonderfully nutty and poetic yet not realistic.

Thank goodness this is a blog and not real life.

Need I say more? Nope.

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Quasi Representative

“Omar” isn’t trusted around these parts

Only in Keith Ellison, do we trust.

Television isn’t real since television doesn’t represent the real aspects for which occur on the ground.

Here on the ground of the Twin Cities no one much trusts what Minneapolis, Minnesota State Representative Ilhan Omar says since she’s known for being a pathological liar.

We stay clear of conducting any real business with her.

She’s not to be trusted thus we “pet” her “on the head” and “feed” her “cookies” to keep her ego well stuffed and full.

However, we stay well clear of her pathological lies.

Get it together.

According to what the people tell me she’s a charmer and lethally dangerous.

Word Count Goal: 4,000

Word Count: 4,394

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 5,379 + 470 = 5,849 + 4,394 = 10,243

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #29 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #23 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #3 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Thursday, July 13, 2017

“I did not find the world desolate when I entered it; my father’s planted for me before I was born: so do I plant for those who will come after me.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Salutary (beneficial to health, generally good)

By his every action he exercises a salutary influence on the class.

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Shouting.

Chapter 9.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

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Republican Party’s Nazi health care bill

No, the Nazi fascist Republican Party’s gas chamber health care bill shan’t go through no matter how much the Republican Party may hate themselves on the steps of Capitol Hill.

If the fascist gas chamber Holocaust health care bill goes through then my people personally ensure the decimation of the Republican Party’s bill.

It might take an entire Congress to do nothing constructive or kind or intelligent or smart through 17 years of war.

However, it’ll only take a few elites to decimate one Republican Party’s tyrannical and murderous health care bill.

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(2007-2017)

R.I.P.

LinkedIn is one of the slowest programs run at the speed of a snail’s pace.

LinkedIn hasn’t progressed forward within the last 10 years of my absence.

LinkedIn is a dinosaur program and a throwback.

Happy throwback Thursday.

Personally, I can’t wait to erase my current profile.

By tonight LinkedIn will be gone from my life forever.

Lots of busy downloads which incredibly slow down the running program.

Almost and nearly as a farfetched imaginary example I thought about throwing my computer monitor out of the window.

Nope, online social media isn’t my scene.

What a tedious waste of time waiting for LinkedIn to even as much as scroll up or down while the program froze like a frightened deer in headlights.

Software programmers must fix this glitch at LinkedIn otherwise LinkedIn has absolutely no power or intellectual appeal to any of it much less any type of business influence on the lives of people when LinkedIn is ever as improperly run.

LinkedIn is somewhat hopeless since RAM seems to be run at a snail pace. A new program must be written for LinkedIn otherwise LinkedIn is useless to most consumers and users of the program.

Now I remembered why I don’t invest my time with online social media.

Online professional social media is time consuming and unintelligent.

I refuse to re-do high school therefore I stay as far away from professional online social media as much as possible.

Online social media is only now in its infancy. I don’t like to hang out with infants. Nothing wrong with infants, however, I’m not about to leave my awesome mid-level career up to an infant program much less my social correspondence.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 500

Word Count: 470

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,803 + 576 = 5,379 + 470 = 5,849

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #29 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #23 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #3 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

“You can judge a man better by the comments of his neighbors than by the praises of his mother.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Lineament (one of the outlines of a body or figure, characteristics)

The graceful lineaments of her face attracted the artist.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

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Life Notes II

Oh, my day did in fact get away from me.

Mainly, I spent my morning at the optometrist.

Thank you to the handsome Caucasian fellow who helped me find the “Baker Center” downtown, Minneapolis, MN.

No, I’m not on any type of pain killers other than “American Spirit” cigarettes and coffee.

Although, some days I dream of a medical expert administering a morphine shot for this stomach pain through eight years of benign uterine fibroid tumor pain as well as four years of benign thyroid (throat) tumor pain.

My voice is nothing what it used to be.

My voice tends to quiver more often than I’d like it to thus my voice shan’t betray my words or my emotions.

This ride of continuous chronic pain is almost over.

Sooner than later I’m due for the third and final time on the surgeon’s table or the surgeon’s laparoscopic chopping block.

The three years I spent on Oxy-Contin (August 2010-October 2013) I learned much about being shunned and feared and hated by the public at large while I did get thrown out of grocery stores and restaurants and private soirees and private parties and private luncheons since people thought I was some type of monster except I wasn’t.

Simply, I was prescribed Oxy-Contin which tends to give average people a speech impediment thus Oxy makes it difficult to properly speak much less put sentences in a correct order.

English is for the brilliant.

Spanish is for the romantic.

Russian is for the serious.

Mandarin is for the intellectually creative.

Italian is for the passionate.

Latin is for the past.

English is for the future.

English is the most unromantic language in the world.

English is for blunt communication.

English is for non-flirts.

English is for business.

English isn’t for love.

English is for the rugged new online 21^st century frontier.

English is for mathematicians.

English is for scientists.

Spanish is for poetry.

English is for old English poetry.

Yes, today I subscribed to a new Linked-In page, however.

No, I wasn’t on Linked-In to be social.

Mainly, I went to Linked-In to see about a man I owed a well overdue and well deserved apology for acting and sounding and writing and speaking like an idiot summer of 2010 when I was first prescribed and placed on Oxy and didn’t know what on Earth had happened to my incredibly intelligent and sharp witted mind and incredibly beautiful speech patterns and velvet voice.

Now, the ball’s in his court. I wrote what I meant to say. I’m done.

Personally, as an Indigenous Maya literary peasant I tend to run for the hills and hide, however. The apology required to be made thus this weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I’d rather hide than…

Most likely within 24 hours I’ll delete my Linked-In page since I went and saw and wrote my apology and now move on.

Peace.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 500

Word Count: 576

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,056 + 3,747 = 4,803 + 576 = 5,379

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #29 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #23 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #3 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

“Before you buy a house, investigate the neighbors.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Altruistic (unselfish, having regard for others)

His motives for acting as he did were altruistic.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

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Life Notes

Yes, I’m living with dire pain of the upper stomach and lower intestines.

No, I’m neither any longer on any Oxy-Contin (October, 2013) nor 20MG of Escitalopram (June, 2017) or any type of “Ibuproferin” (August, 2010) or any other type of painkiller for which might eat away at the lining of my stomach and possibly thin out the lining of the stomach and possibly might injure me from years of lab-rat made garbage consumption.

No, I don’t have any ulcers.

No, I don’t have any stomach tumors.

No, I don’t have any built-up enzymes for which to break down American food garbage in most experts opinions.

No, foreign adoptees ought not to ever be adopted-out or sold into parental abusive slavery at any age, older than six months of age to any other foreign nations otherwise adoptees don’t build up the necessary enzymes to make it in their foreign adopted countries.

Otherwise any such drastic change in environment causes “autoimmune diseases” which is practically the same as cancer in the sense “autoimmune diseases” lowers the immune system and eventually “autoimmune diseases” are either a fast track to the grave or a slow track to the grave with some serious ailments as to how I understand it.

Bad bacteria (correction) wreaks havoc on the stomach or causes irregularities or pain in the stomach from lack of enzymes for which such lack of enzymes doesn’t break down food in the manner in which food ought to be broken down thus such lack of enzymes does cause a growth of bad bacteria in the upper stomach thus once the bad bacteria makes a home in the upper stomach then stomach cancer may proceed to the ultimate demise, death. Or at least, it’s how I’ve come to understand modern causes for stomach cancer.

Mostly, foreign adoptees don’t carry or build up or create the particular enzymes in their stomachs to break down foreign foods of their adopted countries.

Thus and therefore, foreign adoption is a selfish and abusive and corrupt and illegal and unhealthy enterprise or business for which sentences foreign adoptees to a “life sentence” of stomach ailments and severe abdominal pain to have to contend with for the rest of one’s life which isn’t worth being adopted over such medical problems to have adoptees live out their days in dire excruciating pain for the rest of their days on Earth.

Americans are selfish about adoption as well as self centered to say the least.

Yes, the uterine fibroid tumors are painful, however.

The stomach pain is by far more excruciating to contend with than the tumors.

No, one doesn’t get stomach cancer from smoking cigarettes.

No, not any type of fatty foods causes stomach cancer.

Bad bacteria is what I’m informed is the cause of stomach cancer in the upper stomach for which such bad bacteria travels to the upper stomach to get away from the acids of the lower intestines.

Once the destructive bacteria happily settles into the upper stomach then the bacteria wreaks havoc on the stomach and lower intestines.

If the damaging bacteria goes untreated then stomach cancer is capable to form then game over.

No, no amount of fatty foods or decadent nutrition causes cancer of the stomach.

Let’s get our facts straight.

Yes, mainly cigarette smokers die from colon cancer.

No, cigarette smokers don’t die from lung cancer. Myth.

The body is complex and difficult and unique to each case.

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24, 25, 26 years of age

Starvation Settled into the Lining of my Stomach

Sixteen years ago continuously for three straight years I starved in Duluth, MN at the tender ages of 24, 25 and 26.

Even though I worked three jobs and sixteen hour days I still went with very little food to no food for three consecutive years thus I wrecked my stomach and stomach lining during my years in Duluth, MN while I practically and almost and nearly starved myself simply to place a roof over my head and some meager morsels of food on the table.

Duluth, MN is indeed economically strained.

Yes, Duluth, MN owes me by far more than Duluth, MN will ever be able to repay back thus Duluth, MN has to mind its manners with me since I already went to bat for Duluth, MN since I’m here and not broken or shattered.

Humans don’t break.

What an absurd outdated Caucasian concept.

If I had starved at the age of 39 then I think my body would respond much easier to a wrecked stomach or wrecked stomach lining.

However, the starvation occurred early on in my early to mid twenties and now I live with a small Duluth, MN gift for which I’m not allowed to forget the economic injustice for which took place in my homegrown town filled with gimmicks, however. No real consequence or money to speak of.

There isn’t much I can do about my starved past. Nothing.

There’s no retribution to have an entire city practically kill off its young talent through 80 hour work weeks and continuous starvation throughout the decades to now for which young adult populations still starve.

Personally, I consider Duluth, MN a rundown place for which makes atrocious monetary decisions against the livelihoods of the young and talented and creative professionals.

Why would I return to Duluth, MN?

Duluth, MN -- Park Point is home.

Cambridge, MA -- Brattle Street is home.

The second I laid eyes on Duluth, MN at the tender age of ten on August 24, 1987 I knew the city had climbed into my soul. I belonged to Duluth, MN as a foreign adoptee daughter whether Duluth, MN would have me or not as an Indigenous Maya which Native Americans are despised in Duluth, MN thus I am also treated with disgust since I look North American Native American rather than Salvadorian Maya Indigenous to the bare naked Caucasian eyeball.

Duluth, MN climbed into my soul and captured my imagination and lively spirit and creative intelligence and cultural kindness and smart ideas.

When one is in their twenties and deals with dire “food insecurity” or starvation then the body particularly the stomach doesn’t bounce back as the lungs do or regenerative lung tissue does re-grow itself.

The stomach is by far more complex and difficult than the lungs.

The lungs are vacuums while the stomach is the engine for which breaks down fuel.

My current legal partner tells me the lining of the stomach will regenerate back.

However, from what I’ve learned about the lining of the stomach is, the lining of the stomach doesn’t regenerate back.

Wishful thinking or disillusionment on the part of my current legal partner won’t ever eventually fix the lining of my stomach or lack of adoptee enzymes.

My current legal partner’s optimism annoys me to have such little sympathy or compassion for the gnawing upper stomach pain I live with throughout the decades.

Since my current legal partner feels absolutely no physical pain whatsoever then nothing’s ever a big deal since he doesn’t have to live through the excruciating pain I live with on a constant basis.

My present legal partner lives in the clouds while here on Earth I have a loss of appetite from “gastritis” (pain of the upper stomach and lower intestines) since each bite of food is life shattering difficult to swallow and pass therefore I rather go without food and eat one huge meal twice a day.

Although, as of late: the loss of appetite has left me eating once per day, however. I chow down food like food’s going out of style.

Yes, with “gastritis” one goes through a loss of appetite since eating is a complete painful nightmare to bear each and every single day of my life.

Starvation as a child didn’t ruin my stomach.

Starvation as a young adult decimated my stomach.

In many ways I wish I hadn’t ever returned to Minnesota since Minnesota doesn’t take creative professionals seriously much less do Minnesotans know anything about laws, rules and regulations.

Simply Minnesota “wings it” at business or the art of business due to ignorance while entire populations of young talent starves only to have by far more health problems in the future than ever necessary.

No, I don’t owe Minnesota anything.

No, I’m not beholden to Minnesota.

Minnesota better “show me the money,” since wherever I “land on my feet” is the next New York City according to the lobbyists.

New York City and Los Angeles are scheduled to sink into the Oceans according to the scientists.

Yep, I can’t wait to get away from the racist culture and careless drunks and mean-spirited alcoholics and bigotry and hypocrisy of a place for which hates more than loves.

Minnesota is the same racist unpleasantness as Costa Rica.

This Minnesota doesn’t seem to mature with time.

This Minnesota is any “waste of time” for creative professionals with independent analytical thinking skills capable to drive the economy forward rather than have the economy idly sit stagnant for decades.

If Minnesota actually proves it’s racial kindness then Minnesota might stand a chance except more of Minnesota’s human working populations are brought up with a petty “barn animal” mentality and clearly unsophisticated for a new modern century.

Why is Minnesota stuck in the middle of the last century?

Minnesota and Iowa are dusty states filled with extreme racist notions and bigoted actions and hateful ideals about culture, global commerce and unity and fairness.

One couldn’t pay me any amount of money to eat anything from Hy-Vee which is exactly like “Trader Joe’s” which one simply and practically ends up passing baby yellow fecal matter according to their customers.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Post Script:

No, I can’t stand overall hypocrite Muslim-American culture which no one cares as to what god any Muslims pray to since Allah is indeed insignificant and holds absolutely no power under the Constitution of the United States of America.

“Muslim-American” is another word for public dissonance or open bigotry of non-believers.

No American patriot has to ever bend over and kiss the behind of any Muslim-American simply because Muslim-Americans consider themselves “special” through and by the means of Allah which is inconsequential and a fairytale to the American Constitution.

Please, keep one’s fairytales to oneself.

No one wants to hear about the oppression of the Koran or the supreme power of Allah and his bigoted followers since America is a democracy.

Religion is war.

Religion is falsehoods.

Religion is hatred.

Allah is indeed dead.

God is indeed dead.

Buddha is dead.

The reason why Muslim-American believers stick their fingers’ down the throats of non-believers is because non-believers don’t believe in fairytales and neither shall we ever believe in Allah in his Kofi hat nor demands.

Allah can go and jump in the lake.

Allah is inconsequential to the Constitution.

Allah is the total sum parts of his arrogant and forceful followers who pretend to be great through religious entitlement yet Allah’s followers are mainly illiterate and uneducated peoples who seem to portray hatred more than unity or who especially seem aggressive when Allah’s followers have absolutely nothing worth to contribute other than social injustice disguised in the form of one hateful religion’s ideologies and nothing much more.

The Muslim religion dies here with the turn of the 21^st century.

Please, don’t ever point-blank ask any American Citizen or Civilian as to what or as to whom people pray to since such any absurd question is not only cruel and bias and mean-spirited also full of judgment.

No one holds the right to interrogate or belittle or damage or hurt or condescend or use Allah as some bogus argument to hurt others.

Muslims are two-thousand year old dusty ‘dinosaurs’ who don’t know their own minds yet tend to hide behind the skirt of Allah anytime any Muslim outright finds an excuse to openly insult any non-believers with unlikely fairytales or impossible religious commands to meet and uphold to stressful expectations, nobody modern cares about.

Please, don’t think: people don’t think about ending Islam and their oppressive religious segregated ideals, too, archaic and dusty for this new century and modern era free from past hypocrisy.

Entitled and arrogant and ignorant and under-read and illiterate Muslims must keep their opinions to themselves about Allah and Islam’s oppressive ways of the Koran which isn’t at all well written.

Islam is a Gestapo nation.

Trump’s oligarchy is a Gestapo state.

Nobody cares about Islam.

Nobody cares about Trump’s dysfunctional oligarchy’s corrupt and crooked and impetuous and nepotistic family.

Nobody except people who are misguided and buy into a hypocritical religion such as Islam or a hateful man such as Trump get what they pay for.

Islam will die within the next five years since mostly Muslims come across as selfish and entitled and arrogant and ignorant and self-serving and deep-down cruel and mainly illiterate who haven’t ever actually read the Koran in Arabic.

Trump will be impeached and as a farfetched historical example beheaded at the guillotine which no longer exists in contemporary America.

The “Last Family” will be lucky to make it out of Austria alive.

In America, we don’t care about Islam or Muslim or Christianity or Hindu or Buddhist ideologies since the United States of America wasn’t founded upon the basis of religion. No.

The founding of the United States of America is based upon the awesome notion for which all people “are created equal” and not only Muslim-American bigamists or Muslim-American bigots are important since any man’s sperm isn’t at all special since sperm is in abundance.

Personally, if I deal with any more Muslim-American arrogance then as a farfetched example I’ll personally ensure Islam the religion dies a quick and painless death of mercy.

No, commerce isn’t any type of religion.

Afghanistan’s Islam sells its married daughters into prostitution by the hand of the husbands.

Let’s not pretend away the great and grandiose hypocrisy of Islam.

Islam is the greatest importer and exporter of heroin.

Let’s not pretend away the great and grandiose hypocrisy of Islam.

Watch people: destroy a destroyer of women’s rights and uphold to men’s insolence.

It might as well take armies to end a two-thousand year Holy war against Sunnis and Shiites.

However, it will take modern women to end Islam.

Please, don’t push women’s buttons.

Please, don’t tell women anymore lies.

Please, don’t abuse women with anymore Muslim rhetoric.

Islam is fool’s gold.

Muslim is a fool’s errand.

Muslim-Americans are inconsequential hypocrites who demand faith.

Who cares? Not Americans.

Nobody cares about the Muslim religion except followers.

Let’s move on to more important matters such as hateful Christian Congress’s and Trumps’ immoral health care bill.

“Welcome to the Gas Chamber”

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Trump Jr., thank goodness for his inability to conduct business.

Trump will be Impeached by no later than December 2017.

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The Press Room

The Press ought to take back what rightfully belongs to The Press which is the White House’s Press Room thus such “a” significant room is for the main utilization of The Press otherwise the White House is held hostage by tyrant Trump and his oligarchy rich family making money as fast as they can off of the backs of the poor, and ill and needy.

No one keeps The Press out of the White House. No one.

Who’s the woman who continually makes excuses for tyrants?

Who’s the girl (no, not woman) at The Press Room who goes off about nothing she knows nothing about how much she contributes to the communist manifesto’s modern Russian tyrants’ cronies.

She’s as inconsequential as ever thus I didn’t even bother to look up her name (the plump girl) ever since hence one sides with health care Nazis then one’s more or less marked for life as a traitor to our nation.

No amount of apologies will save her career after The People are done with the Trump oligarchy and nepotism and “pussy” fingering administration.

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“Influencers are Marketing Liars”

Once, online social media discovers, one, were to be nothing more than a glorified marketer or glorified advertiser than all authentic credibility as any private Citizen or private Civilian is lost forever since the main purpose of an “influencer” is to hawk or sell “crap” to the public in a sneaky or misleading or misguiding or confusing or secret manner rather than turn professional marketer or professional advertiser who works for an advertising agency rather than lie to the public about their initial intentions to sell merchandise and make profit from the sold merchandise.

Online “influencers” are no different than advertisers and marketers and snake oil sells people and second-hand used car salesmen.

“Influencers” are deep down cruel not to come out and tell The People “influencers” are imposters and traitors of The People by getting people to purchase “traitors’” marketed merchandise through personalized emotional and psychological manipulation.

Anyone who has anything to sell online then enters the world of commerce and business and must pay state and federal taxes therefore an “influencer” who doesn’t come out and state their entire life purpose and life goal is to secretly sell online merchandise for profit in such vulgar and disguised form of manipulated emotion then The People ought to take such menaces offline for pretending to be one of The People.

“Influencers” are marketers in disguise.

“Influencers” must answer to advertisers, however.

“Influencers” may not secretly influence The People.

Get it together, people.

Take out the disguise of “influencers.”

We can do it in one week and begin with a clean slate.

The “influencers” ought to be commerce punished only because “influencers” listened to the wrong legal advice and went ahead and pretended not to get paid while “pussy” tickling the advertisers under the table.

Back. Back. Back.

Wipe the slate clean.

We’ll begin again with real online “advertisers” rather than misfits or hooligans for quasi marketing professionals who don’t understand the law to hawking merchandise for profit and taxable means.

Forgot a few things about misappropriation?

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“Pussy Riot”

Yes, hence once “Pussy Riot” actually gathers and collects their creative thoughts into cohesive moving images rather than for shock sake or shock value then “Pussy Riot” may proceed forward until then “Pussy Riot” comes across as unsophisticated and unintelligent and unrefined which is okay, however.

Humans don’t age well thus the message must be clearer than the shocking images or gimmicks or resorting to a perpetual and continuous “middle finger” out of staged anger or out of mockery.

In other words: “Pussy Riot” must learn to better play their instruments and better sing and stand for something far more valuable then ski masks to create an image for the sake of an image.

“Pussy Riot” requires maturity otherwise “Pussy Riot” gets it all wrong as quasi “rock stars.”

The bar is set tremendously high for rock stars anywhere otherwise go home and practice some more.

No, I don’t personally like any of “Pussy Riots” music. I don’t like to be lectured or yelled at. I’m, too, lovely to sit through screams of angry Russian women who must practice their instruments in private for at least one more decade (possibly, two decades.)

If “Pussy Riot” can’t get descent musical sound out of their instruments then “Pussy Riot” is no more than a Russian gimmick in and of itself not to be bought into otherwise non-musicians will take humanity down the wrong path and we mustn’t allow for such genetic defects to occur in modern culture and society at large.

Either one’s able to play an instrument and get a decent sound out of it or one’s isn’t able to play an instrument or get a decent sound out therefore one belongs at home, at practice.

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“Quasi Certified Nutritionist Charlatans”

If one is to practice “nutrition” then one better acquire a legitimate eight year medical doctorate degree from a reputable post secondary medical school (unlike John Hopkins University) since the stomach is a science which must be handled with precision and perfection rather than amateur guess work or quasi certified “nutritionists.”

Side Bar: {Yes, any doctor with any medical degree from John Hopkins University is considered a hack, not to be trusted in the medical research field or in any medical practice according to mid west psychologists.

To attend John Hopkins University for medicine is to be the degenerate of degenerates who weren’t able to get into any other medical school. It’s insider information.}

Any quasi “nutritionist” is any type of charlatan.

Any quasi “nutritionist” is liable to murder or kill any person.

Be careful of “nutritionist” charlatans who know very little or nothing about factual or ever changing medical procedures especially when medical advice comes down to the specifics of the stomach and continuous stomach ailments for which only medical doctors can advice patients on stomach cancers rather than quasi “nutritionist” charlatans who “play at the business” of medicine.

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“Physical Therapy” is any Charlatan’s

Made-up insignificant nonsense

According to contemporary professional nurses and doctors “physical therapy” is a quasi and unnecessary made-up medical procedure mainly for the purpose of insurance companies’ bank and profit.

Be careful, not to spend, too, much time at the hands of quasi “physical therapists’” charlatans’ insignificant bedside manner or health care provider’s insurance’s corrupt business to steal money from patients’ pockets and place hard earned cash into the hands of “physical therapist” charlatans’ quasi medicine.

America, be careful in an age of made-up science and made-up medicine and arrogant stupidity on the part of amateur individuals who know nothing about medicine without eight year medical degrees much less know anything real about the complexities of the stomach.

One wrong move and the entire stomach may be destroyed and the client found dead at the hands of charlatans.

Please, don’t ever place your health in the hands of “nobody” certified quasi “nutritionists.” Beware.

“Forewarned is forearmed.”

Word Count Goal: 3,000

Word Count: 3,747

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,056 + 3,747 = 4,803

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #29 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #23 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #3 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Monday, July 10, 2017

“Better a neighbor near at hand than a brother far away.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Infinitesimal (very small, incalculably minute)

An infinitesimal germ can cause serious illness.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

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Hello.

Upload: 7:48pm CT

Happy Monday!

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Notes:

Tour de France:

Yes, I’ll have to look up the semiotics or visual symbolism of the penises drawn along the “Tour de France’s” route. How fantastic. How French. How unexpected. How sophisticate modern of the French.

Yes, I’ve been an avid fan of the “Tour de France” ever since the first time I ever sat down in front of our television at the age of eleven in 1988 and saw and observed the race and the course and was transfixed by the beauty of the story of athletes doing feats of heroism as well as a story about the French people and the Tierra for which through French revolution the People fought to keep and develop as only the French know how rather than American corporations, 2015, 2016, 2017.

Only once I did get lost through the Pyrenees. Not ever again.

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Smart F.C.C. Laws and Regulations:

No, the public isn’t any type of “official” “meteorologist” or “weather reporter” of news or weather forecasts incase nature were to ruin landscapes or destroy communities and villages then there’s only “official” meteorologists for whom the public may count upon rather than quasi online general public’s basic observations opposed to expertise weather forecasts from experts.

Simply, because I “observe” weather with an eagle’s eye, this doesn’t give me cause to be “titled” as any type of “weather reporter” otherwise hypothetically the liability might befall upon the public and the public’s not covered or insured by any newsroom since most people don’t want to pretend to be granted any “title” for which they neither deserve nor professionally earned -- it’s best left alone.

The weather is serious business.

The weather is serious science.

The smart F.C.C. comes with serious rules and regulations.

If one were to desire to be titled “meteorologist” or “weather reporter” then please go get any valid degree specifically in the science of weather since our properties depend upon correct meteorological forecasts rather than to “play at business” of science.

Doesn’t any Minnesota television executive producer know anything about entertainment law?

Minnesota is a tedious place to live and contribute and participate in professional endeavors since “nobody knows nothin’ about nothin’.”

Ignorance doesn’t keep anyone from the responsibilities of the law of the land.

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Photoshop:

Yes, as of last week I’ve surpassed the masters. Thank you for twenty years of independent practice and Ut-most patience with my “perfectionist” skill set. Finally, I relaxed and let go and begun to feel for the overall perspective rather than individual pixels.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

~~~

The Lining of the Stomach

What about it?

Nothing.

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Muslim Polygamy

July

2017

Mainly, over the past twenty years much of my direct Muslim influence comes from platonic and mostly non-violent Muslim American brothers who believe and think each man holds the right to four wives. Not under the United States of America’s Constitution.

Personally, I’m neither Muslim nor do I believe in Allah.

{Yes, for the past twenty-years five times per day I’ve prayed in the direction of the East since once a long time ago at the age of 23 I did in fact fall in love and was greatly influenced by an Orthodox Muslim American man for whom I was betrothed. I broke off the engagement hence once I was made aware my former fiancé had nearly held consented sexual intercourse with more women than I care to state thus I didn’t want to share a bed with a man who’d already shared a bed with half of Minnesota’s beauties and sisters’ of sisters and cousins’ of cousins. No, thank you.}

(Although, I’m about to quit all Muslim and Christian prayers (not Maya prayers) since mainly the Muslim and Christian prayers in and of themselves take up a great deal of my time.

Mainly I feel my time wasted since life is short and life is lived by the destiny of one’s own mastery through intelligent lifestyle organizational skills as well as any smart skill set for which advances civilization forward.

Prayer doesn’t advance civilization forward only peaceful breath of life does…for me only in nature do I believe in prayer otherwise religion is a bi-product of ancient dusty commercialism and collected taxes and child rape or female vaginal mutilation.)

Yes, I have tremendous respect for Allah as one-and-only Muslim god -- Allah.

However, I don’t have any respect for Muslim’s male Polygamy or Muslim’s vaginal mutilation or Muslim’s two-thousand year old dusty rules about chauvinism or male Muslim oppression about how women ought to dress or not. Please.

Go home.

Re-think modern culture.

Yes, I have tremendous respect for god, father, son and holy-ghost and trinity in the highest --- one monotheistic god.

However, I don’t have any respect for two-thousand year old dusty clergymen’s ill advice about child rape or child sexual abuse or child sexual violence or child sexual molestation of mainly little boys.

No, I don’t believe in the ancient ruins of a Roman culture.

Yes, I have tremendous respect for the man who once was Buddha, although he wasn’t a god.

Yes, I have tremendous respect for Hinduism.

However, I’m not to bend down to any other gods other than the Maya gods for which are gods and protectors of nature and the celestial knowledge in the form of intelligence and smarts and kindness in the form of “tough love” rather than “foolish love.”

Moving on.

Next.

Any created male god is mainly a tyrant who must be hypothetically obeyed by humans who barely contain their enthusiasm to pollute the oceans and murder each other through war.

Yes, I’m a proud Atheist American since I don’t believe in ancient fairy tales, yet I don’t ever make fun or make light of fairy tales as preserved pieces of astute cultural storytelling form and format.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,056

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,056

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #29 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #23 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #3 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Friday, July 7, 2017

“Let’s go to town tomorrow, if we’re alive; if not, let’s go on Wednesday.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Fissure (groove, a crack, crevice, a narrow opening parting any substance)

A large fissure appeared in the hillside after the earthquake.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

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Poland

Dearest Year 2022;

Dearest 23 million dead Americans;

(from health care Holocaust)

“Welcome To the Gas Chamber”

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South Korea;

(Dearest sister;

(We’ve got you and yours)

Yes, the South Koreans and I

lived together for one full year

(To this day,

still I’m not able

to bring myself

to eat cabbage.

No, thank you.)

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G20 Summit

English Grammar

Beyond the Fourth Grade

Trump

and

Putin’s

Romantic Date

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Hamburg’s Creative Peaceful Demonstrators

Thursday, July 6^th, 2017

Hamburg, how dare thee

turn into any tyrannical violent state

against Germany’s

amazing and intelligent

and smart and kind

and creative demonstrators

dressed in “Zombie” costumes

and beautifully maintained

youthful Germans

in classy attire and clean

and sophisticate

“national treasures”

for young intellectuals

who risk their lives

on the streets of Hamburg

against a militia state of cruelty?

How dare Hamburg be as rude as all of it?

Our young people are on the ground.

Our university students

shan’t be endangered

or harmed

or hurt

or murdered

by any Fascist

Hamburg

police state.

No.

(We shan’t allow for such violence)

The needle of time doesn’t move far along, does it?

How annoying.

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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Word Count: 312

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,389 + 3,118 = 5,507 + 312 = 5,819

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #28 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #22 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #2 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Thursday, July 6, 2017

“Sleep faster, we need the pillows.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Collated (compared critically)

He collated the existing copies of the play.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No One Person Owns Any Vocabulary Words

~~~

No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,389 + 3,118 = 5,507

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #28 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #22 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #2 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

“If a grandmother had a beard, she’d be a grandfather.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Facade (face of a building, front of anything)

Facade of the building was decorated with mosaics.

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Please

“PayPal” I love you.

“Wells Fargo” I love you.

No, I’m not any type of impetuous child. No.

No, I don’t purposely taunt “PayPal” or “Wells Fargo.” No.

As of this afternoon I began to write a safe security programming code system for both “PayPal” and “Wells Fargo” bank.

Yes, I’m an “environmentalist capitalist” at heart and would love to see nothing more than the monetary success of our entire nation.

No, I’m not a hacker. I can barely remember my cell phone number.

No, I’m not any type of hacker since I can barely state the alphabet backwards.

No, I don’t do any harm. No.

Yes, I’m one of the most docile and laid back people until I’m not either due to pathological lies from others or brute force or physical violence or mental control or mind games or psychological abuse since I only have time to translate and convey well meaning and well intended English.

Yes, I’m worth a thousand of my current legal partner since my sensibilities and inclinations rest with compassion and kindness thus is the reason why Caucasian people take a great deal of advantage of me both personally and waste my private time.

Simply, I’m a fed up married woman.

I love.

With All of My Love;

Gabriela

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Correction: No, one isn’t “honored” to work with the public.

Rather one’s “privileged” to work with the public.

{The public’s special and diverse and economically and intellectually and creatively and professionally sustains tremendously beautiful and safe and smart and kind and intelligent and modest classical public ecosystems composed of art, culture and music and the culinary arts.

Yes, humble kindness can also work in the form of “personal challenges” and “intellectual tests” and “harsh truths” and “realities” about one’s abilities or a keen sense for “calculated risks” and “platonic and humble adventure” and “tough love” as pride gets in the way of sustainably unifying global communities and local urban villages as one body of powerful say as one united voice as global citizens and global civilians together as we progress forward.}

The “World Bank” is different than any “global citizen” or “global civilian.”

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Correction: Yes, finally as of April 2016 I found out the difference between “pontoon boats” vs. “paddle boats.” Major difference. My deepest apologies, lost in translation. Thank you for the patience.

No, I personally don’t like to row or leg paddle any vessel unless I must and either my life or the life of someone I love or the life of someone I respect depends upon such any daunting physical activity such as to paddle otherwise, I stay on dry land since humans don’t truly stand any chance against the power of waves and undercurrents and wind speeds and wind direction or this and the other. Yep.

Life vests are rock star.

Not ever do I step on any vessel without a life vest. Not ever. Not once in my lifetime.

Safety is the cool mature adult responsibility to follow through with safety precautions as a “sexxy” way of being and a serene lifestyle to ensure life over death.

Need I say more? Nope.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No One Owns Vocabulary Words

~~~

No, Not All Is Fair

In Love and War

Part II

Lies.

No, absolutely not.

No, I’m not suicidal. Lies.

No, I’m not on any “suicidal watch.” Lies.

No.

Yes, still yet I fight to live another day and survive eight straight years of non-cancerous fibroid tumors and four years of non-cancerous thyroid tumors of the throat thus I’m not looking to “off” myself. No.

Have some imagination. I live! I fight to survive and live and thrive another day with each passing day.

I live! I live! I live!

I love! I love! I love!

I forgive all.

Yes, this morning my current legal partner apologized and admitted to me face-to-face about how he was wrong to have called the police on me yesterday morning since my current legal partner puts me at social and cultural peril far more than I’ve ever placed him in harm’s way.

Yes, my current legal partner admits how he was angry about not being consulted any further about my present health plans and future decisions about my personal and private health thus my current legal partner overreacted and felt hurt to be both shunned and shut out of my private medical decisions with my private medical doctors thus my current legal partner felt ignored and abandoned by me and by my decisions since my current legal partner didn’t previously know anything about how I consult with thirty different doctors worldwide.

Since my current legal partner wasn’t able to create any type of peaceful solutions between us, he, then decided and took the responsibility upon himself to make a sheer mockery out of me and my person to call the police on me as a “power play” to force me into a docile state of fear with the police around when I respect the police and grew up with the police as our “friends” and not as enemies.

My current legal partner absolutely holds no say whatsoever in any of my private medical matters involved or pertaining to any of my private medical decisions and solutions.

Let it go. Moving on. Next.

My present legal partner lied about me to the police, however, the police found out some harsh truths and realizations and discrepancies and irregularities in my current legal partner’s stories.

Thus now it’s my current legal partner who’s on “close watch” not to commit suicide or to neither murder me since my current legal partner absolutely no longer controls or has any say in my thought process or consideration, emotions or feelings about wanting to leave an eleven year marriage for which every day or every week I ask for a divorce and to be allowed to safely leave and be set free to live-out my life to old age while I write the next five great American novels.

My safety hasn’t always been completely granted thus I stand still and wait for the gates to fly open and run and run and run hard without ever looking back only forward to Los Angeles or Duluth, MN.

My current legal partner and I laughed real hard about how “Caucasian privileged” people such as my father constantly compares me to animals.

“Animalism” is also another form of objectification.

Yesterday my current legal partner called up my dad for advice and the “fool of a Took” of a father made the analogy about me as to how in caparison I’m like a “baby duck” aimlessly wandering across the street nearly ready to get hit and run over and must be saved by the likes of such Caucasian men by having the police called on me.

Back it up. Back. Back. Back. And Stay back.

I’m victimized and not the abuser therefore I call the shots.

First of all I look both ways before I were ever to cross the street since death isn’t on my bucket list.

Second of all I’m not aimlessly wandering around. I’m right here.

Whatever.

Ignorant foolish men who know nothing and speak and act such as “old hags” are inconsequential men whose private parts dropped off a long time ago and their genitalia broke off and grant the wrong advice out of sheer spite since I refuse to go around my family and don’t ever care for their company since they’re psychological and emotional abusers of power and like to say horrible and mean words to me about me.

The cycle of emotional abuse and psychological abuse stops with me right here and right now.

The buck stops here.

If I haven’t ever heard such a pathetic analogy then I don’t know what’s pathetic other than to be compared to a “baby duck” which adult mature women aren’t “baby ducks.” No. One knows this, right? Yes? Yep.

Why do only “Caucasian privileged” people compare me to monkeys or chickens or snakes or baby ducks?

What, do I look like an animal without a mind of my own?

What, do I look like a woman without a brain? Please.

Please, don’t be as condescending as all of it.

Wow, why are “Caucasian privileged” people manipulative and disrespectful of the intelligence and smarts and kindness of women of color who are second class American citizens?

Why, according to “Caucasian privileged” people must I require to be saved when I haven’t even asked for their morbid or corrupt psychologically abusive help?

Why, must I always be turned into or treated as a “Damsel in Distress” when I’m still the one vacuuming the entire house and doing all of the lawn mowing and yard work and recycling and wash and writing and research. What.

Am I always to be treated as a child? No.

Am I always to be treated as something fragile? No.

Am I always to be treated as a trophy? No.

Am I always to be psychologically abused by the abuse of power? No.

Am I always to be perceived as an object? No.

Am I always to be treated like property or something to be controlled rather than peacefully communicate with me as a mature woman of the world?

Am I always to be defiled or mistreated or belittled or condescended or shamed or guilt or forced into submission if I don’t hold the same opinions as Caucasian or Black people do?

Am I always to be threatened to go homeless or to be placed away in a mental institution for silently weeping “behind-closed-doors” after terrible screaming or yelling verbal altercations and verbal fights with my current legal partner and plead or at times scream to please be left alone and not to get hit since my father and my current legal partner are in fact and indeed bent out of shape and out of control about how neither do I care for either of their terrible company and bad dispositions and manipulative misbehavior nor am I ever beholden to such men? Nope.

Am I always to be treated as the “Taming of the Shrew” to men who want to control me and own me rather than understand me and value me as one intelligent and smart and kind human who peacefully makes her way through the world?

Yes, I’m indeed “The Taming of the Shrew” against racism or male dusty chauvinism or male “abuse of power” or Caucasian abuse of power or black brutality or any other type of abuse of title or abuse of state since I’m not any type of emotional punching bag. Nope. Au contraire. I’m a lovely woman.

I’m human. I bleed. I hurt when people are mean to me.

More importantly I must stand up against the tyranny of “Caucasian privileged” people’s oppression while they waste my time.

I’m ready for literal departure out of this home since I’m no longer beholden to anyone much less my parents or my current legal partner who constantly threatens to have me go homeless or to put me away in a mental institution simply because I no longer wish to wash or clean or get verbally or emotionally or psychologically abused at the mature age of forty.

Goodness, I’m forty and no longer a child only a lovely woman.

“Caucasian privileged” woman doesn’t seem to get her back ridden as hard as I do mine only since I must pay for the sins of my independence and free will and even temper when shoved against bigotry and hypocrisy.

No man or woman shall ever own me from this day forth.

I “denounce” marriage as the highest form of slavery and prostitution.

Please, don’t tell me I don’t know anything when I know all, too, well what all of this entails.

“Power,” and “misuse of power,” while I struggled to gather up enough courage to leave, however. I’m now nearly ready to pack-up and move out of this home and go write the next great American novel without the harassment or entitlement or psychological abuse or emotional abuse marriage brings as an institution of prostitution.

~~~

Stomach Lining

My stomach lining took a beat and a thrash through two recent years of voluntary 20MG of Escitalopram lab-rat consumption which Escitalopram is speed and has left my stomach decimated right behind my belly button or at least I think the speed has done a number on my stomach.

If I break a nail then I get skittish and hide my broken nail.

If I were ever to rip open a nail while utilizing power tools then I wince and feel the ripped open skin and my entire body shutters with dismay.

If I ever in the slightest way get bruised then I can’t stand the sight of any bruised marks which won’t heal for weeks on end while living with non-cancerous tumors.

While cooking if ever I were to mistakenly cut my finger then I get a bit scared by the sight of blood and feel faint.

If I were to even take any more than one "Ibuproferin" every six hours then I live with the Ut-most intense abdominal pain and hideous pain attacks, thus overdosing seems like a harsh way to die.

Not once did I foresee this gruesomely painful outcome of my stomach lining having to take a beating in exchange for calm “fake-pregnancy” hormones to be kept in check. I exchanged my health for balanced “fake-pregnancy” hormones since my current legal partner insisted for me to get on Escitalopram for his own sake more than mine.

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The Stomach

The Stomach is the most important and vital organ in the body.

According to the Maya Indigenous the stomach is the “first” and most important brain out of the two brains.

In Indigenous terms the cerebral brain is the secondary brain.

The stomach brain is what keeps humans from getting eaten or killed by wildlife thus intuition lives in the stomach while intellect resides in the cerebral brain and kindness resides in the heart.

After eight years of tumor ailment and excruciating pain and continuous hemorrhaging then why on Earth would I now end my life by hypothetical suicidal means when I’m only two weeks away from my third and final and last surgery for tumor removal which isn’t good to go through surgery-after-surgery without any real healthy overall solution to rid the body of actual physical tumors and pain to create calm in the imbalance of “fake-pregnancy” hormones without any fruition.

No, I don’t ever think about killing myself, not, at least anytime soon since the tumors hurt and I want to live, however.

Possibly in old age I hold the right and the privilege as an Indigenous to go out into the wilderness and be left in peace to die of old, old, old age.

The lining of my stomach is shot from years on Oxy-Contin and two years of basically speed rat-poisoning in the shape and form of 20MG of Escitalopram to calm “fake-pregnancy” hormones.

Since yesterday my current legal partner had the neighbors question my state of mind which there’s nothing to be concerned about my state of mind since my state of mind is indeed intact and logical and reasonable.

Yesterday, our neighbors wondered if I was suicidal which I’m factually and indeed not suicidal since ‘with flying colors’ I did in fact pass the police’s psychological tests and tested out of any type of potential “suicidal watch.” Thank you.

No, I don’t want to die. I want to live. I want to outlive these tumors and go on and have an amazing pain-free life.

The marital stress and the tumors might possibly kill me faster than anything I would ever hypothetically concoct or come up with on my own as per a device or tool or apparatus to ever even consider killing myself since drowning seems a gruesome way to go as well as by fire or by hemorrhaging or by pills or by a gunshot, Jesus, Allah, All Mighty In The Heavens. Gruesome.

No, I don’t know how in the first place suicidal people gather up the courage to actually go through since I’m skittish about blood, or bugs or snakes or any brutal physical abuse against the body as a temple.

Suicide isn’t a thought I ever consider or think about or ever take seriously since there’s more loads of laundry to be done and the food needs to be put away in cupboards and I have a pile high of mending to do and must research about warm winter boots and pay my one bill of $120.00 to the Department of Education and edit this blog and Photoshop edits and take self portraits which I’m nearly one year behind. Sigh.

For eight years I’ve been living with non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors.

For four years I’ve been living with non-cancerous thyroid tumors.

Now, I’m on the homestretch to a third surgery to eliminate tumors.

Now I see hope since I caught a glimpse of the finish line all the way down to the end of the homestretch. I made it. I get to finish out this marathon and cross the finish line with my life intact. I give thanks and praise to be as lucky as I was born happy.

The next two weeks depend upon whether any of the tumors rupture or not or whether I internally bleed out or not.

Death’s out of my hands.

No, I don’t control death.

No, I don’t ever seek out death.

Yes, I seek out life. Beautiful life.

Death seeks me out.

Death’s already visited me once this spring. I won.

The Grim Ripper’s been told to get out of my space and to leave me alone.

The Grim Ripper did leave me alone and does leave me alone because he knows if I were to die now then I’d ask the Maya gods to grant for me to in turn return the favor in kind and become the Grim Ripper’s Ripper in the afterlife. A little poetry.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 3,000

Word Count: 3,118

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,389 + 3,118 = 5,507

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #28 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #22 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #2 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

“A mute told a deaf man how a blind man saw a cripple run on water.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Invective (violent denunciation or accusation)

In closing, the speaker used an invective against his opponent.

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Happy Tuesday!

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Thank you, Mr. Bill Maher. (I’ll take it from here.)

Ms. Rachel Maddow, let’s take it away.

The People’s lives are on the line and depend on the truth.

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For the entire month of July 2017 I must stay online for the sake of my own farewell being, safety and communications device.

Today, we’re “poor” thus we don’t have a cent to our names. I shall neither purchase nor acquire a cell phone until the day of Thursday, August 31^st, 2017.

(No biggie. We grew up in (1990-2003, Gen-Xer’s era) without cell phones.

We were present and platonically played and laughed and platonically “hung out” and relaxed and rested and ate healthily and snacked and had a great old magnificent time together as we face-to-face shared ideas and held discussions about anything under the sun. We were cool. We’re still cool with or without cell phones.

Sunshine.

There’s nothing “sexxier” than going “offline.”

Momentarily, I’m offline and shall continue to be “offline” for the remainder of the time until Thursday, August 31, 2017.

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

~~~

“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

~~~

Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

~~~

The F.B.I. is our only hope.

~~~

Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

~~~

Love

Trumps

Hate

~~~

The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

~~~

No One Owns Vocabulary Words

~~~

No, Not All Is Fair

In Love and War

Oh, goodness, no.

As any modern Maya-Indigenous from El Salvador, Central America, The Modern Maya People neither believe nor adhere to “suicide” otherwise there’s no eternity under the calm and peace of “Flower Mountain” as an afterlife destination.

No, I don’t self mutilate. Absolutely not.

No, I don’t overdose on any type of pills or prescription drugs.

Yes, I smoke “American Spirits” 100% tobacco “blues.”

Yes, I swear whenever I’m frustrated or hurt or annoyed or belittled or condescended upon or dismissed or treated as a child or anyone assumes to know anything for which my doctors and I agree or disagree upon for treatment.

Yes, my health is extremely private between private doctors and myself since it’s the law.

No, not one single person has the right to tell me whether I ought to stay on 20MG of Escitalopram or not since my stomach line takes the toll and the brutal pain of two straight years on Escitalopram for non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors and “fake-pregnancy” hormones is enough.

No, I’m neither technically nor officially depressed simply living with “fake-pregnancy” hormones and continuous hemorrhaging. Ah. Painful on the skeletal body and bone structure.

Yes, I’ve been granted the “green light” to go off the 20MG of Escitalopram since my stomach line is having difficulty with food and dire severe abdominal pain.

Who doesn’t fight to survive and live forever?

Most human nature fights like the dickens to stay alive.

When one is sentenced to live with severe non-cancerous tumor pain then all one does is concentrate to maintain one’s composure, grace and will intact since pain is suffering simply to look upon pain.

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Two White Male Traitors in My Midst

In eleven years of marriage not once have I ever called the police on my current legal partner whenever he’s kicked cardboard boxes out of sheer raging fits and bouts of anger or shouted and continued to shout well into the night with pounded fists or come nearly dangerously close to me after he’s shouted as loud as he could and thrown hissy fits and sprung on to his feet and nearly into the quickest action except I tend to flinch and cower in a corner and begin to silently cry and weep whenever the temperature in the room gets, too, hot to handle then my current legal partner’s voice goes authentically tender and he reassures me and promises he won’t hit me. Okay. I, too, promise I shan’t hit or mutilate or murder my current legal partner. Agreed.

No, I shan’t ever call the police on my current legal partner even though for close to eleven years my current legal partner’s threatened to “die” if I left thus I stayed each time and what I ought to do next time is call 9-1-1 whenever my current legal partner even as much as suggests to “die” depending on my independent life choices and/or decisions.

How disappointing of men to threaten to “die” if women were to set their own course and path forward.

Friday, September 1, 2017 “I’m out” whether my current legal partner either belittles me or manipulates or threatens to “die” or makes guilty remarks when I’m due for departure.

“Die” or don’t “die.”

Please, men don’t ever insinuate or threaten women about how men will “die” if any woman doesn’t stay with any man since we’ll get over this and more.

We’re dust.

To dust we shall return.

Peace.

Nothing keeps me here other than a surgical procedure within the next two weeks.

Until then I’m doing anything in my power to keep myself as healthy and calm and low-key and rested and relaxed before surgery.

Indubitably, I want to live.

Who doesn’t want to live to be 150 years old? I do.

Since I trust my current legal partner to behave as any mature adult man does with patience and forgiveness and kindness and intelligence and smarts while modern women live and suffer from excruciating pain of the abdominal and ‘lady parts’ then let us always turn to civil conduct and civil obedience otherwise culture may turn into anarchy and I don’t have time to mess around with anarchy.

Yes, today my current legal partner took a ‘cheap shot’ at me.

Yes, my current legal partner made a power play. Not okay.

Yes, two weeks ago, twice, my current legal partner stood directly in front of me with a power drill and professed to threaten to kill me by throwing me down the steep backyard hill while the neighborhood women and I held our breaths and neither uttered a single word to each other nor did we glance over at each other out of sheer fright.

My neighbors are my witnesses as I live and breathe.

Not once have I ever called the police on my current legal partner since I trust him to be an intelligent and smart and kind man to solve his own personal problems in his marriage and personal challenges even though at times a bit disillusioned by life while I live in maxim physical threshold pain.

Not ever do I appreciate having my hand forced to out loud mention or explain a complex situation to the police about how for eleven years I’ve asked for a divorce and I only scream or yell at my current legal partner whenever he’s, too, cruel for me to handle. I come to my defense or I get loud and shout whenever my current legal partner speaks to me like a complete child or like a moron or treats me like property.

Today my current legal partner called my dad and asked my dad for advice as to what to do with me going off the 20MG of Escitalopram since I told my current legal partner, I hated him which I don’t hate my current legal partner only I do hate how he treats me like property or an object rather than a woman with a mind and logic and reason behind my smart thoughts and intelligent opinions and kind ideas.

Of course, today my father advised for my cruel current legal partner to call the Robbinsdale police on me without any warning or knowing any of the facts and assuming more than necessary or without knowing any of the circumstances or without knowing anything about my legal medical and free legal counsel or how for eleven years my current legal partner threatens to leave me destitute and homeless upon the streets of Minneapolis, MN. Not Okay.

However, I’ll take my chances, if need be. Not today, I shan’t take my chances since I’m quite ill and in high threshold pain which I make the pain look good whenever I’m to leave the house.

Nonetheless, while at home allow for a woman to weep silent tears as any women of the world do whenever in physical pain or under dire duress or overly overwhelmed or hormonal.

As any modern woman feminist intellectual, New York City taught me about how women hold the right to cry at anytime modern women wish to cry either in public streets or at home.

No one has anything to say about women’s silent cries at public bathroom venues or on public streets since quiet and soft frustration tears is quite healthy and gets toxins and hormonal chemical compounds out of the body through the skin and sweat glands.

Not once did I ever call the police on my dad, when: with my dad’s own two brute bare hands ripped off my bedroom door off the hinges while on the other side of my bedroom door I sobbed and wept and shouted and screamed and pleaded to please be left alone while my dad wouldn’t contain himself from his hissy fit and such physical force and brute of nature and violence and disregard for my wellbeing disillusioned by his ego, my father refused to understand how I disagreed with him about staying home on such a particular night to babysit one of my siblings since on such a night was my prom night and I had made plans months well in advance while my father sprung his plans to attend a wedding on such a night and decided I would stay home no matter what.

However, I wasn’t going to miss my own prom, not for any violent or abusive man or woman, no matter who they were.

Not once did I ever call the police on my dad, whenever verbal disagreements got out of hand and my father would literally and physically block doorways for me to freely and peacefully leave rooms due to difficult situations far, too, awful for me to handle in the present moment while my father spewed hateful and horrible and terrible and untrue and presumptuous words about me to me about my good character or my respectful person while as a last resort I’ve had to verbally tell my father to go fuck himself as a means to self defense and the therapist told me I did correct by me. Awesome.

Not once did I ever call the police on my dad, whenever I went to get into my vehicle and peacefully and amicably drive away while in tears I’d ask to please be left alone as my father would literally place his entire leg and foot in the doorway of my driver’s seat and forced his entire body into the cab of my car and continued to tell me awful and horrible words to me about me as I pleaded and shouted and yelled and screamed to please be left alone and as a mature adult to please allow for me to peacefully leave and go home and drink some water and sleep off the abuse created against my person.

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Manipulators’ Abuse of Power

Frustrated Women Scream, Yell and Shout

To be Understood

Rather than owned or controlled or abused

The reason why, at times, “behind closed doors” I do tend to inappropriately yell or scream or shout at my current legal partner is only when he’s cruel to me and says words I might not be able to get over for a while.

It’s a fact my current legal partner holds very little respect for me thus I don’t need another eleven years of proof to know the truth about property and ownership of modern women who have absolutely nothing to their names except their “intellectual property” and their maiden names.

Yes, both Friday night and Saturday morning I legally went into my current legal partner’s checking bank account.

On Friday night I made the purchase of $114.000 to H&M and on Saturday morning I also made the purchase of $370.00 worth of Patagonia gear.

The money came directly straight out of the ATM in checking since the money belongs to me thus the purchases are good to go. Thank you.

No, I haven’t had much of any new clothes since December 31, 2014. My prescription eye glasses are from March 2013 (correction on date.)

There’s not ever any money. Not okay.

Yes, I found passwords and records as quickly as possible and since I own half of the records and passwords then this isn't any type of “official” “fraud,” simply personal research about my personal records and personal finances and personal business as a domestic partner without any rights to my finances as of now.

No, I don’t play with fire.

No, I don’t believe in fighting fire with fire.

Yes, as any professional communications broadcast engineer we took a vow of commitment not to ever do any harm thus I shan’t.

Yes, I’m a terrible HTML programmer and coder since I have to look up and study the “key” sheet to make my way through written code to secure independently written programs.

Nevertheless, since I’m capable and able to get in and out of software systems then it’s like an innocent starved peasant who can quietly get in and out of the jungles of Central America undetected by mercenaries or soldiers or corrupt police officials or militia or civil guerrilla (rebel) warfare.

Yes, both “PayPal” and “Wells Fargo” require better security systems because I care about what happens to both companies. I greatly care about the security of all companies.

Yes, in 2007 “we” as in us made my way through the official national government’s website to look for mal-intended hackers.

No, I haven’t been inside any official national government websites since 2007 therefore I hold 7 years in Statute of Limitation in disclosing this information.

Peace.

We’ll get to the bottom of this.

We’ll get to the truth even though the truth hurts.

Have fun!

Fourth of July celebrations are underway!

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,389

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,389

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #28 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #22 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #2 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

Monday, July 3, 2017

“If my aunt had wheels, she would be a carriage.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Nauseous (sick to the stomach, loathsome, disgusting)

Every time they fight she has a nauseous feeling.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

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Hello.

Upload: pm CT

Happy Monday!

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No Whining

No Complaining

“Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself.”

--- J.F.K.

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“Fight for your right to party.”

--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

Impeachment 2017

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The F.B.I. is our only hope.

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Will be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Love

Trumps

Hate

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The Most Dangerous Time

In Any Woman’s Life,

Is Right Before

Woman

Leaves

Any

Relationship

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No one owns vocabulary words

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86 (04/07/17)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #28 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #22 without one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #2 (09/03/15) without antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth, no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)

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