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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.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

“This world is a dream---but please don’t wake me up.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Indigenous (native to, produced naturally)

Palm trees are indigenous to the soil of the tropics.

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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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Procrastinated long enough…

Must get over the fact there’re five million eyeballs reading…

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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

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Hate

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Duluth, MN

May 2017

“Duluth Coffee Company”

Mr. Eric Faust

“Duluth Coffee Company” is owned and run by Mr. Eric Faust.

On the early evening hours of Sunday, May 14, 2017 at the front lobby of the Sheraton Hotel downtown, Duluth, MN I was first introduced to Mr. Eric Faust through Mr. Bob Monahan and company.

Twice with immense trust Bob Monahan’s invited me to Mr. Eric Faust’s “Duluth Coffee Company” especially after bar close when we’ve looked anyplace for double espressos or excellent coffee to get us through the rest of our clean fun evenings and nights to continue to stay up and watch the sunrise over Lake Superior as the morning hot sun tends to beat down on the boardwalk during nicer weather.

Since the second weekend of February 2017, only twice has Bob Monahan introduced or taken me to the “Duluth Coffee Company” in the afterhours of bar close.

Apparently, when we now see each other then both Bob Monahan and I ‘go hard’ and platonically relax together.

Mr. Bob Monahan and I are now both considered “night owls” (I’m naturally a morning person, I don’t like to stay up past 11:30pm on a work night) thus we play and stay up and keep each other in agape company as we did when we were in seventh and eighth grade and twelve years young and best buddies in the entire world as we are today although mature adult life comes with way many more responsibilities than seventh and eighth grade ever did thus we’re still catching up on a decade of family life and work and fun and writing and, and, and...

Conversation’s quite difficult to intimately speak with friends when they’re the busiest ‘social butterflies’ of the century thus we sometimes tend to stay up on caffeine and closedown and lock Mr. Bob Monahan’s building then take off to get coffee and sit down on the boardwalk and talk as the sunrises over a one billion dollar view of Lake Superior.

We dress for the weather and face harsh cold winds or hot sun with espresso in hand and ready for what may be.

By sunrise we tend to lose our inhibitions to hide our secrets and ourselves from each other and rather begin to communicate better and more openly than in the earlier hours of the night when the entire world seems to be around or wants something or wants to party or wants to…whatever.

Not ever have I met people with such kindness and ability to communicate well and directly with straightforward intellectual smarts capable to hear others without getting “prickly” or “agitated” or “aggressive” about any other peoples’ cultural differences such gesticulation or accents or large gestures whenever ‘lost in translation’ or lost inside English words which aren’t romantic or don’t do any justice to deep felt sentimental emotions such as Latin or French or Italian or Spanish causes the sentiments not to come across as tacky or overdone, however.

English is another game all together differently run than the romantic languages.

My greatest cultural challenge is how to best communicate with Duluth’s people and/or Twin Cities’ people without having them get personally “offended” or “physically violent” or “verbally abusive” whenever I speak in deaf tone ‘modern slang’ even though “modern slag” is my weakest language yet I’m able to hold one single note or more than one single note when I chose to sing along to the car radio.

Whenever people get offended at any miscommunication then the offensive nature is on them to figure themselves out or straighten out their immaturities or insecurities as to why they feel threatened especially by any basic cultural differences such as accents or gesticulations or large gestures.

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Bohemian

Lifestyle

With a Twist of Lime

Since, I’m not any type of “pop culture critic” or “review critic” or “restaurant critic” I do find cultural differences is what makes the world go around.

Mainly, what I want to write is this:

Deciding to be a business owner of any establishment takes courage and insight and foresight and forethought and much dedication to any location or block or city in which any thriving business resides.

Without ever first meeting Mr. Eric Faust, I was invited to taste the Costa Rican coffee chosen for his Duluth’s coffee shop, which immediately I loved the smells of the coffee beans which brought me all the way back home to Costa Rica’s surf and surfing brothers who were lifeguards of Dominical, Costa Rica’s surfing town until the village ran out of money to pay the meager wages of “lifeguards on duty” which is one of the most essential and important jobs to attend to beach lifestyle and beach dwellings to keep “lifeguards on duty” for serious surfers who take surfing to be a lifestyle and not a recreation or a passing phase.

The reason as to why I’m able to mention my Dominical, Costa Rican lifeguard surfing brothers is because they’ve already made the national Tico Times newspaper in English.

Without “lifeguards on duty” then a trip to the nearest hospital might be 16 hours to get into San Jose, Costa Rica.

Mr. Eric Faust’s Costa Rican coffee bean-smells took me back to Costa Rica’s particular land we own in Baru, Costa Rica and Domical is our Canal Park, Minnesota in the same manner in which Canal Park, Minnesota is also our second home away from Park Point, Minnesota.

On a March 2017 weekend at 3:00 in the morning while I sat back on a standard size milk crate, Bob Monahan made a magnificent cup of double shot of espresso made from Costa Rican coffee beans.

Personally, I had this need to get up and run and get on a plane and go home to Baru, Costa Rica, however.

What type of a guest would I make to my host if I’d gotten up and ran away to fly back to Costa Rica? I would’ve made a terrible guest thus I motionless sat upon the milk crate and tightly held on to the sides of the crate for protection from my fleeting desires to wake up in Costa Rica the following morning.

While I looked away and faced the wall to stare and study all of the magnificent looking labels of different types of milks and cheeses I kept my childhood glee from showing, too, much since I’ve learned if one expresses far, too, much overjoyed emotion then the Minnesotans tend to act nonchalant even if they’ve had the best meal of their lives, most Minnesotan’s will shrug and say, “Yeah, it was okay.” What.

Purposely, I faced away from Bob while he stood at the espresso machine and made us some of the best espresso in the world.

In the few moments it took Bob to make two double shot of espressos, while in silence I held back all of the memories of my twenties and thirties spent in Dominical, Costa Rica seeping hot “café con Leche” during the early morning hours while getting gear prepped and ready for an entire morning’s surf before the hot sun beats down, too, hard and it’s time for lunch and a two hour siesta then back out to the surf before sundown at five o’clock each evening near the equator then Dominical, Costa Rica more or less goes pitch black right in front of one’s hand.

As much as I’ve fought my everlasting “secret” love for Duluth, MN there are many aspects of life for which soften my ice as cold mental perceptions of the world through a hot cup of Costa Rican coffee.

For the past two decades, I’ve been looking for a “meeting of the minds” amongst equals and peers, both alike.

Personally, I’ve been looking for a “meeting of the minds” amongst creative professionals who understand the deep and subtle complexities to business and continual successful local businesses hand-in-hand with art culture and art business which is as serious as business gets when one works in the field of the fine arts.

Not yet have I been bestowed with a constant or continuous group of people willing to assert and discuss the many creative freedoms of artists and comparable wages and creative types and creative professionals and equal pay and innovation to converse openly ‘for the sake’ of an awakening of creative utopian lifestyle idealisms or urban gardening or urban planting or clean air or safe and robust environment and eco-systems or thriving local businesses or hydroponic gardens or off the grid friendly solutions to cost effective modern lifestyle and living or a real discussion about the removal of broken pieces of brick from downtown Duluth, Minnesota’s Superior street for which the broken pieces of brick tend to fly up into the air when cars drive over the broken pieces and nearly about injure or hurt or possibly might kill tourists who don’t know much about flying chunks of red brick.

My greatest goal in life has been to meet humanitarian humans who have great appreciation for other humans as well as the animal kingdom and are people who are capable and smart and kind and intelligent to allow for cultural differences to bridge us together rather than to tear us further apart.

Personally, I’m urban modern.

Personally, I’m not any type of multimillionaire Hippie.

Personally, I don’t have any type of trust fund.

Personally, we built our fortune and for the third time started from nothing when we lost everything we’d invested into the stock market in the years 2006-2007, about a decade ago.

Personally, I’m not any type of punk even though the Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota 1980’s punks are my friends since they hold degrees in chemical engineering and mechanical engineering.

Personally, we’re considered “high functioning” corporate punk communications broadcast engineers and consultants.

Personally, I’m a sober skateboarder since skateboarding is a dangerous sport at the best of times.

Personally, I love the freedom of skateboarding.

Personally, my daily uniform is t-shirt and jeans.

Personally, I’m not bohemian. I’m casual modern preppy.

Secretly, I’ve always wanted to be preppy urban modern with a twist of lime inside a bohemian lifestyle of intellectual ideals and ‘tough love’ in the form of real kindness and real smarts about the streets and people in the streets as well as smarts about creative business.

No, I don’t ever tend to speak to strangers unless spoken to.

Yes, I’ve looked for a group of kind and smart and intelligent people who are creative professionals and understand the ins and outs of daily creative business operations such as crunching numbers or running numbers also well-kept business records and taxes paid and customers attended to and staff’s needs met…

Fifteen years, I spent as a lonesome documentary filmmaker amongst strangers.

Presently, my time is wonderful not to be alone amongst strangers, after six years of being a retired filmmaker I shan’t ever make another film for as long as I live. I’m happier than I’ve ever been either by myself in my humble literary study or in the company of real Bohemian smart and kind and intellectual types who ‘reach for the stars’ and hand the stars over in a cup of Costa Rican coffee in the most of unexpected places such as Eric Faust’s “Duluth Coffee Company.”

These two remarkable businesses run by two intelligent and amazing and smart and kind men such as Mr. Eric Faust of “Duluth Coffee Company” and Bob Monahan of the “Red Herring Lounge” are businesses of calm oasis for the intellectual and kind and smart bohemians with utopian clean environmental ideals and smart creative professionals and coffee lovers and established bonds between an entire city of folks who struggle to hold positive connections to a woman of color such as myself.

A woman of color who is always only one flight away from running away from Minnesota and returning to the tropics to a place I neither belong to as much as I don’t belong to Minnesota yet I long to be in both places at the same time such as on this sunny afternoon I wish to be in the company of Mr. Bob Monahan and his friend Eric Faust and amongst all of my Costa Rican best friends who also know me in the ways only Mr. Bob Monahan does know me to be true and sometimes wistful and overly charismatic about food and drink and a human torn between three homes: downtown, Duluth, Minnesota and Baru, Costa Rica and Cambridge, Massachusetts.

In many ways Mr. Eric Faust’s coffee was as remarkable as all of it since my mind’s eye swam away inside a cup of memories I no longer hold as an actual surfer’s lifestyle ever since I ran away from my fiancé who is a second Costa Rican professional life guard and saved my life then eventually I married my current legal partner later in my early thirties.

What a life.

What a cup of coffee.

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Mr. Eric Faust

On the early evening hours of Sunday, May 14, 2017 at the front lobby of the Sheraton Hotel downtown, Duluth, MN I was first introduced to Mr. Eric Faust through Mr. Bob Monahan and company.

Mr. Eric Faust is a tall and lanky Caucasian man with long brown hair with an easy gaze and laidback comfortable demeanor who doesn’t let on he knows way more about the world than his appearances lead on.

Around ten O’ clock on the night of May 14^th, 2017 my current legal partner and Bob Monahan and Heiko and Eric Faust and Bob Monahan’s other roommate (professional sound engineer) all sat down to dinner at the Sheraton Hotel’s downtown, Duluth’s formal dining room for a couple of bottles of pink champagne and late Nordic dinner to anything the gentlemen wished or cared to eat off the menu while we all sat down to visit as hosts and dinner guests and candidly talk about the past ten years since Bob Monahan and I haven’t caught up as to what happened to us within the last decade of life and work and love and friendship.

Mr. Faust is incredibly good at being able to hold conversation while at the dinner table and text under the table at the same time.

Without personally knowing, Mr. Eric Faust texted away under the dinner table while I took the opportunity to speak to my closest friends of the past near two decades and catch them up to speed as to many of the wild and some uneasy and unfortunate mishaps which occurred throughout the past decade of film business during the years away from my best friends of Duluth, MN.

Personally, I found it necessary to openly and candidly speak about some of our misfortunes in order to be heard from “the horse’s mouth” thus there would be no confusion as to the information I know and don’t know and neither pretend to know, nor make up anything I don’t know.

My best friends tend to understand I’ve been given a most inappropriate misrepresentation as a “liar” since I’m not able to lie well and my past lies from 1996 tend to plague me and follow me around. Yes, I took the fall for my friends and I’d do it again.

The reason as to why I take the time to tell my friends all about most of our adventures and mishaps in our former film business with strangers is because A) the mishaps are, too, funny B) whenever I have my current legal partner around as a witness then people believe what I say therefore I take the opportunity to go into full detail mode C) it’s wonderful to have legal partner translate much of my muddled English.

The men sat back and drank champagne and listened to the tales of courage and adventure and some of woe.

Even though American first born generations tend to tell me they don’t like me personally because I’m either, too, “intense” or, too, educated their insecurities don’t stop me from sharing deep felt stories or sometimes get real loud when I get nervous or tend to make use of outlandish gestures and gesticulation which seem to anger and make the Minnesotans’ insecure of their own lack of expression thus and therefore I tend to make larger gestures and louder sounds when I feel as though I’m ‘on the spot’ or not understood or my English is ghastly.

Even though my best friends allow for me to be me: in both Costa Rica and Minnesota the average Minnesotan or Costa Rican takes a great deal of personal aggressive offense in the style in which I speak or make my words conveyed about anything at all. While the Italians accept me as I am. Thank you.

It’s apparent when I speak English, I do my best to cut short my words and explain myself to the best of my ability even though my friends realize speaking in English or Spanish doesn’t come to me naturally nor easily yet the gentlemen listened and Bob Monahan’s roommates politely listened and understood I wanted to make myself clear to them as a human who is tired of being misunderstood by both the Minnesotans and the Costa Ricans alike.

Only the Bostonians truly get me.

As open and as free as I felt to speak about our current past decade of adventures I didn’t want to exclude our other two guests who’d met me only a few hours earlier.

Politely, I asked them about their interests and who they were and what they were up to.

After sixteen years of being held at arms’ length by most of my white Minnesota peers I wanted to be well understood by my Caucasian male best friends and their friends about where we were in life and where we stood.

Mr. Eric Faust and Bob Monahan’s other roommate took it all in stride and immediately, I, understood more about them as modern men of the world than they understood about me as a modern woman of the world and I platonically liked them both very much.

Immediately, I understood both Mr. Eric Faust and Mr. Bob Monahan’s other roommate had travelled to Costa Rica and more recently to Vietnam.

Not once did I have to describe Costa Rica to either of the two roommates since they had already seen Costa Rica with both of their clean blue eyes and knew of my home in Baru, Dominical, Costa Rica where I’d spent my each and every penny I could in the whole of my twenties to go and surf and get away from the cold freezing winters of Minnesota, the starvation and the low wages.

After dinner Mr. Eric Faust invited his one roommate and I to walk across the street from the Sheraton Hotel and grab a shot of Tequila at “Carmody’s” which I haven’t had tequila since about 1998 when I vomited onions out of my nose.

Afterward, after, we drank our shots, I asked Mr. Eric Faust if he’d like some money for the shot and he shot me a look like “who do you think I am?” Fair enough. A treat’s a treat. It was the night of my 40^th birthday after all. Thank you.

Not once ever in my life have I ever had a Duluth, MN man purchase any free drink for me thus I almost fell over by his generosity.

Mr. Faust met up with his friend from California and both his date and Mr. Faust then met us for a private party at Bob Monahan’s “The Red” Herring Lounge.

It was the best birthday of my life since I didn’t know Bob Monahan’s “The Red” Herring Lounge was closed on Sunday night and off limits to the public.

Bob and Heiko gave us a private party for my fortieth birthday and it was the best birthday of my life without any pressure to socialize or to put on an act or to drink, too, much or anything.

Meeting Mr. Eric Faust was indeed a great experience since I figured I’d already learned much about Mr. Eric Faust from his one cup of double shot of espresso to the amazing and beautifully creative space he keeps for the amazing patrons of Duluth, MN.

How lucky is Duluth, MN to have a group of intellectual kind and smart business owners who are kind bohemians and smart as the dickens.

For sure, I’m proud to have met Mr. Eric Faust, the man behind a cup of coffee which inundates a floodgate of memories back to the decade of my twenties alongside and amongst my best friends from Dominical, Costa Rica.

Ah, tonight I miss Bob Monahan and his amazing group of Bohemian male friends who watch out for each other and can get dates within 10 minutes of making such a decision to go and get a date and make it happen for themselves.

It’s people like Mr. Eric Faust who help me forget the past and live for the future and forgive all of the misgivings and ruthless mishaps and verbal abuse of Duluth, MN when I lived and starved there in the years of February 2001-May 2004.

Yes, I do eat as though I’m sensual even though I don’t have a flirting bone in my body. I eat the way my best friend Ethiopians taught me to eat with my hands and to be polite by bringing my food up and over my head and into my mouth instead of simply shoving food into my face straight from my hands.

While I eat I don’t pay attention to anyone since I have severe stomach problems from my starving days in Duluth, MN and I only get to eat big meals every 12 to 16 or 24 hours therefore eating is serious business with me in which people disappear from the room. I’m left alone with my food and myself to think of nothing else except how delicious food tastes and how it’ll be another 16 to 24 hours until I can eat again without killing myself in the process or taking out my stomach.

It’s Mr. Eric Faust who seems to know people without having to get up all into their faces and get their entire life story which is difficult to do at the best of times. I no longer ask questions of people since I’m now a six year retired documentary filmmaker.

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Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 3,000 (make-up work from previous week)

Word Count: 3,848

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,848

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

*) Week #17 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #88 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

“The world is beautiful, shining bright, and easy---but for whom?”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Allegation (charge, accusation)

He denied the allegation in court.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

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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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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000

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 #4 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 #23 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #17 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #88 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, May 29, 2017

“Trees bend only when young.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Incredulity (disbelief, skeptical, doubt)

His incredulity would not allow him to accept the apparition.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

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Happy Memorial Day!

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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

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #3 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 #23 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #17 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #88 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, May 26, 2017

“Youth is one thing that never returns.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Swirl (moving in circles or whirling motion)

The strong wind caused the dead leaves to swirl.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

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Happy Ramadan!

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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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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal 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 #5 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 #22 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #16 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #87 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

“A soothing tongue is a tree of life.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Connived (cooperated secretly, schemed)

The plotters connived to overthrow the government.

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Of course, our thoughts and hearts go out to Manchester, England. Oh, our dearest pre-teens and parents.

America, shan’t quit rocking the world with our rock‘n’roll.

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Online popularity does not make a celebrity

Online popularity is nothing more than any high school contest.

Online popularity is nothing more than empty and shallow popularity since popularity is fleeting as with any good looks eventually disappear forever thus one must bring three separate yet equally skilled set of talents to the table otherwise one’s considered popular mainly for methane farts and nothing more.

In order for fame to be affective then in life one must still be able to have a skill set of three equal professional talents such as act, sing and dance.

Another skill set of three: still photography, filmmaking and writing.

Another skill set of three: drawing, oil painting and book animation.

Musical talents: play an instrument, sing and compose.

No, famous adult celebrities don’t ever show up to anyone’s prom since there’re legal minors in the room and anytime there’s adults mixed in with minors’ occupations or minors’ extracurricular activities or minors’ student life then legalities get real strict real quick.

What’s any adult doing at high school events or near minors?

Don’t adults or actors or singers or performers have anything better to do other than to attend anyone else’s prom or go to prom with minors?

Creepy.

Real creepy.

Who cares to go to anyone else’s prom, anyway?

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Voyeuristic “Peeping Tom”

Inappropriate nude shower photographs

Yes, any and all person(s) must have either verbal consent or written permission from any other individual(s) to have anyone’s photograph taken at any time much less posted online.

Anyone individual(s) who without verbal consent or written permission takes any nude shower pictures or photos of innocent bystanders at private clubs is either a “peeping Tom” or perverted or heartless or cruel without mercy or delusional or without the basic knowledge of laws and rights of others.

Creepy celebrities without a clue about the real world.

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Haircut

On Tuesday night I gave myself the best haircut in the entire world. Now I sport an early 1980’s punk look combined with a wild “Tina Turner’s” hair style.

In about a decade of haircuts this is by far my favorite.

My haircut is wild and weird.

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Global Community

Please, know the “last family” is a bunch of oligarchy rich and inconsiderate and corrupt sub-section of the Republican Party who aim to hurt and harm the Americans through fascist ideals and fascist policies and Gestapo ideologies which the American people shan’t stand for since Americans on the ground demand Impeachment.

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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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Bereavement

This morning we buried our dead

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Duluth, MN

May, 2017

Bob Hugh Monahan,

Is now the social Governor of Minnesota

What Bob Monahan’s friends’ say may withstand.

What Bob Monahan’s peers say doesn’t go.

Of the entire world, Duluth, Minnesota is my favorite.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota which made me a twenty year volunteer with at-risk children and at-risk women from low-income housing sites and neighborhoods such as the Domiano Center.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota which made me a twenty-five year advocate for musical education and art education and physical education in all public schools across the nation.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me to be strong through the cold winters and to always be somewhat bitter as most Minnesotans are bitter and angry about the economic state of affairs and racism and hardly ever annual raises and poor standards for minimum wage workers.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me to conceal over thirty years of secrets and misbehavior or Caucasian peers.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me it’s not okay to hold any independent opinions aside from any “group think” or “group setting.”

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me large gestures and bold words are something Duluth, Minnesota is afraid of since they don’t often get out much.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me to be frightened of the mere fact some of my hateful Caucasian peers may socially sabotage me by either and purposely getting me kicked out of invited private parties or bars or restaurants simply because I disagree with the “thin skinned” culture of Minnesota.

Somehow my ‘private personhood’ is threatening and actually something to be reckoned with thus the fear of entire Caucasian social peer groups purposely excludes a Maya record keeper from recording and writing down accurate actions and history to be stored and kept for one thousand years or hopefully, longer into the future.

Mainly, my Caucasian Minnesota social peer group hates the way I speak or write or gesticulate or eat or sing or dance or breathe or take a dump. What eves.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me “hate crimes” and racism are all, too, real in this modern day in age.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me to be bold when under fire from Caucasian men who literally spat directly into my face in the year 1998 while I served them a Canal Park, Subway sandwich and they threw the sandwiches in my face. People were lucky I’m kind enough not to have jumped right over the counter and forked someone to death as a far fetch imaginary example.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me real hatred is real and the locals may still today hang “people of color” from the nearest downtown lamp post. I wouldn’t put it past anyone to get a “person of color” killed in Duluth, MN in the year 2017.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me Caucasian social peer groups hold and have certain privileges which I shan’t ever have or hold since I’m not Caucasian in skin pigmentation therefore an outsider of my peer group due to skin color and cultural differences and cultural preferences and culturally different gesticulation and different languages.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me Duluth, Minnesota is a great city of haters who tend to talk behind people’s back and able to stick a knife into anyone’s back while spitting saliva directly into one’s face.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me much about the economic climate and how ecommerce doesn’t change from decade to decade to best feed local families.

Yes, it was Duluth, Minnesota for which taught me, “One can’t eat the scenery.”

A nice view is nice, however.

Constant food inside one’s belly is way better and kinder.

Yes, it is Duluth, Minnesota’s constant attacks and constant fire and constant complaints and constant character assassination and constant violently boring gossip for which made me the woman I am today, quiet like the wind.

Today as a young looking 40 year young woman I feel beautiful and look magnificent and love the person I am mainly due to unnecessary bullying and unnecessary misrepresentation and unnecessary racism and unnecessary cruelty thus I don’t go around doing to others what my Caucasian social peers have proven to be ever as caustic or jealous or envious or scared or frightened of their own shadows.

Duluth, Minnesota grew me a back spine.

Duluth, Minnesota is a place where most of my young adulthood traumas and starvation occurred thus I’m no longer afraid of starvation or trauma.

Duluth, Minnesota is where it’s at for me since Duluth, Minnesota is an incredibly beautiful place yet full of racist animosity and self-loathing and it’s obvious from the reports I get back.

Duluth, Minnesota is the most difficult place to make it in the world since the economy is not the most constant.

Duluth, Minnesota is where it’s at except for the Caucasian racist culture.

Duluth, Minnesota is cut-throat and without mercy.

Duluth, Minnesota will make any insult sound like a compliment.

Duluth, Minnesota has much maturing to do.

Duluth, Minnesota seems to get stuck in high school antics and melodramas.

Personally, I don’t like any melodrama in our lives.

Professionally, leave the melodrama for the stage.

Yes, I’ll continue to be a harsh critic of Duluth, Minnesota’s artistic and professional culture and society since I’d like to humbly part-time retire in Duluth, Minnesota after I’ve completed my masterpieces and written the next five great American novels since this is where it’s all leading up towards, the writing of novels and screenplays and poems and sitcoms.

Yes, I now finished my ninth screenplay.

Yes, I’m still a terrible writer of screenplays yet the practice is a must and necessary.

Yes, I’m a huge fan of Duluth, Minnesota even though I don’t like much of the Caucasian social peer privileged culture of our great city.

Gimmicks only work for a short amount of time if the economy doesn’t dry up each time gimmicks run out of stamina or there’s a new mayor in town.

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Duluth, Minnesota’s Visual Arts

Yes, I’m an incredibly harsh and sharp eyed critic communications engineer and challenging citizen and intellectual modern woman about what my first hand impressions and basic knowledge is, which I know to follow basic rules of law in science and mathematics and creative professional endeavors thus I’m mainly difficult on the overall Caucasian creative types and creative professionals and Caucasian culture and musical talent of Duluth, Minnesota since most of Duluth, Minnesota brings their A-game when it comes to music, however.

Duluth, Minnesota doesn’t completely bring their A-game when it comes to the visual arts such as drawing, oil on canvas painting or basic visual art works or basic acrylics.

The latest winter 2017 and spring 2017 have been a weak season for Duluth, Minnesota’s visual art work which doesn’t pass muster and much of the visuals ought not to be hung in public establishments such as galleries or cafes or restaurants since most of the visual art work isn’t ready or good enough for public viewing or public showcasing much less at all ready to publically sale to anyone who knows even the slightest aspects about visual art or art dealings.

Duluth, Minnesota’s visual art work requires many more hundreds or possibly thousands of hours of practice and dedication to the craft of painting and drawing and overall basic visual art work.

Visual art work is precise.

Visual art work is precise with the extreme ability to hone and eventually craft well eye-hand coordinated pieces of public work as well as controlled craft of imagination while bridging abstract, or not, visuals formed together for any audience to be aware of and/or participatory in the deconstruction of meaning presented through visual elements and whole representations of such elements to mean something outside of the creators’ mind otherwise visual art simply seems more like blobs on a canvas which in turn makes fun of its audience and the visual work seems to masturbates in public and the public allows for it to occur since public visual art masturbation is difficult to look at yet still more difficult to look away from, when any creator plays with themselves, under the table, for the sake to play with themselves, and hasn’t fully matured or fully acknowledged public art isn’t “pubic hair” rather it’s public and must uphold to its word or formation otherwise, go home and practice some more.

Visual art is mathematics at its finest.

The visual realm must not be abused in the process of any creation simply for the sake of somewhat art’s sake to be called creative if the visual creation doesn’t have an ounce of talent inside its beaten path or drummed out measures.

Aside from what I do know to be decent visual art compared to bad art, I know Duluth, Minnesota has some seriously amazing overall musical talent yet Duluth, Minnesota’s mainly all creative Caucasian culture is quite unsocial or at times bitter or unable to bridge the race factor thus much of Duluth, Minnesota’s music sounds the same with either one composer or many band members at the helm needing and wanting to be noticed since resources are quite scarce and difficult to come by extensive funds for most artists or creative types of creative professionals.

Duluth, Minnesota’s creative culture is a bit weak when it comes to any other representation other than Caucasian creative types who work 80 hour weeks mainly to put food on the table and set aside some time to create and to contribute as most mature adult citizens do contribute to their amazing creative crafts and the arts to eventually share with their villages and communities and states and country and nation at large.

Good grief.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,180

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,180

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #4 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 #22 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #16 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #87 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

“The cobbler who sticks to his job keeps his pot full.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Warder (keeper, watchman, guard)

The warder if the jail was most exact in the performance of his

duties.

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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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No Blog

Bereavement

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal 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 #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 #22 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #16 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #87 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

“When a furrier is out of work, he too is cold.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Conjugal (of marriage or the relation between husband and wife;

matrimonial; connubial)

“Conjugal bliss” may be an empty phrase or again it may imply the

deepest kind of reciprocal love.

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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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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal 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 #22 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #16 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #87 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, May 22, 2017

“Bread does not come from flour alone.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Connoisseur (expert, competent to act as critical judge)

He was a connoisseur of wine.

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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

~~~

No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal 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 #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 #22 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #16 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #87 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, May 19, 2017

“From a man’s mouth you can tell who he is.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Connote (suggest, imply, mean)

Tell me what the following words connote.

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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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No Blog

Photoshop

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,664 + 3,341 = 6,005

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

*) Week #15 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #86 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, May 18, 2017

“What I want to know is not why I suffer, but whether I suffer for Thy sake.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Conscript (one forced into service, drafted)

The conscript army displayed great courage.

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Loyalty isn’t something for which is required of any professional workers since one gets paid to work for a paycheck.

Loyalty is a privilege bestowed upon other more humble people who deserve loyalty simply because the individual(s) aren’t out to destroy the world and mutually respect their co-workers and staff and colleagues and such.

Loyalty isn’t ever offered or asked for or bought.

Loyalty isn’t a pre-requisite to any type of relationships unless one’s proven to be an amazing human being and incredibly kind and smart and intelligent.

Let’s get over our collective ego.

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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

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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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Duluth, MN’s ban is now lifted

Thank you to Mr. Bob Hugh Monahan

Robbinsdale, MN’s ban is now lifted

Thank you to our local god-family

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Forward

Preface

My personal emotions are no secret I have some serious concerns and reservations about the economic state of affairs in the state of Minnesota as well as affordable housing for creative types and creative professional as well as concerns about the cruel racism and gender bias and prejudice based out of Minnesota.

There’s nothing I’m able to personally do about being born a darker pigmentation than other brothers and sisters throughout the world.

There’s nothing I’m able to do about the fact I was born in Costa Rica and I’m 100% Indigenous Maya Salvadorian.

There’s nothing I’m personally able to do about the fact I spent the first six years with my Salvadorian Indigenous birth mother and grandmother “Concha” then spent four years embroidering in a Costa Rican orphanage from the age of six through the age of ten when adopted to Duluth, Minnesota and Cambridge, Massachusetts.

For about 40 years I’ve been dealt some serious racist discrimination from the Costa Ricans since my facial features are indeed Salvadorian Maya Indigenous therefore my face seems to make for a good figurative punching bag.

Furthermore, I have a scar on my left facial cheek from when I had malignant melanoma at the age of 23 and most Minnesota people seem to think I’m physically violent and was cut in a knife fight. No. Deadly Skin Cancer. Cancer survivor.

Costa Ricans are as racist as Minnesotans are about Native Americans. Costa Ricans and Minnesotans must not get out much.

There’s nothing I’m able to do about the fact I’m Salvadorian Indigenous Maya and my Maya ancestors’ faces are painted on Maya murals on burial cave walls.

There’s nothing I’m personally able to do about the fact my two older blood related brothers and one older blood related sister are still all in El Salvador and extremely difficult to get them out of El Salvador, Central America.

Our younger half brother is still in Costa Rica.

No, our siblings weren’t adopted with us.

We’ve missed our siblings each and every single day of our lives ever since we said our goodbyes to our blood kin.

As Minnesotans we’ll have to get over the fact I’m darker pigmentation and the Maya gods made me the skin color I am.

There’s nothing I’m able to personally do about the fact I was born a female and of color.

Nearly, each time any Minnesotan has literally spit directly into my face then my heart aches for the misbehavior and outright racism of Minnesotans and their “old world” state of mind about racism and basic matter of difference in opinion.

There’s nothing I’m able to do about the hatred of darker skin pigmentation or about the bias of gender. Nothing.

However, what I’m able to do is live out a happy existence no matter how many more times black or Caucasian Minnesotans might literally spit into my face in any foreseeable future since such abuse doesn’t seem to stop from happening.

In my experience, the only people who’ve ever literally spit into my face have been Minnesotans or people who reside in Minnesota.

No where else in the world have anyone taken the liberty to spit directly into my face other than in Minnesota.

For some reason our Caucasian Minnesota peers like to utilize me as an “escape goat” for any and all of their gossip or drug induced slander or basic social misbehavior and basic hatred to use their harsh and judging words to personally slain against me as one humble Indigenous Maya modern woman in the world making it with what little we’ve got and do well by the world.

To me, the situation is quite obvious, my Caucasian Minnesota peers haven’t ever been threatened to be killed by their neighbors for holding steadfast to one’s valuable American opinions about rearing children or neighborhood garbage or lunatic insane screaming neighbors who go around the neighborhood and tell neighbors how to live and what to smoke and what not to smoke.

To me, the situation is quite obvious my Caucasian Minnesota peers haven’t ever been spit in their face and called “nigger.”

To me, the situation is quite obvious my white Minnesota peers haven’t ever starved right alongside each other without any help or support from their community of peers and left to starve by themselves simply because Caucasian Minnesota people don’t like a matter in difference of opinion.

To me, it’s quite obvious my Caucasian Minnesota peers specifically ostracize (shun, ignore, banish) me simply because I don’t uphold to their same value system of social corruption and overt sexual incestuous relationships to each other which like I give a damn what people do in their own personal spare time with their extracurricular activities as long as people don’t place their hobbies in front of my face to have to deal with people’s bad attitudes or self-loathing or hatred.

They may knock themselves out. Like I give a damn? I don’t.

Do I look like I care?

No, I don’t look as though I care what people do with their bodies or personal spare time or space thus don’t put it on me like I’m a tattle teller. No.

If anything I safeguard the secrets of most of my Caucasian Minnesota peers which aren’t secrets since most Caucasian Minnesota peers like to talk smack about each other and throw some shade.

For quite some time white Minnesota peers have been angry or outright mad at me mainly by making up blatant personal lies told about me only because I refuse to eat the mud off of their shoes and bend down to their ignorant wills.

Yes, I’ve sternly stood up for myself against my Caucasian slanderous Minnesota peers with the support of either headmasters of schools or principals of schools or head of committees or bosses or, or, or…

For some reason my Caucasian slanderous Minnesota peers seem to believe they’re able to get away with utilizing me as an emotional figurative punching bag or “escape goat” for malice social gossip or mal intended agendas mainly and mostly for whatever reasons their lives did go economically wrong, however.

Believe it or not; I keep my mouth shut and haven’t ever passed along any gossip or personal information about the misconduct or social lunacy or racist cruelty of my Caucasian Minnesota peers.

Our Caucasian Minnesota peers’ secrets are safe with me since my Caucasian Minnesota peers still seem to be the same people as when we were 18. Not much growth. Not much development.

Nothing much changes in twenty years of paid bills and children and volunteer public service work.

Apparently, my social punishment for not agreeing with my Caucasian Minnesota peers is complete social banishment which with such punishment I’m supposed to turn into a “pathetic” or “lonely” or “sad” or “depressed” or “desperate” person ready to bend over backwards and beg for their bad company otherwise I’m to be left all alone to wander the Earth since my Caucasian Minnesota peers like to bash-in my reputable and awesome reputation.

Instead of becoming pathetic rather I became awesomely independent and cool and sexy and sensual and awoken.

Be careful.

Slander is still slander.

Slander is illegal under any court of law.

No, I don’t talk about my Caucasian Minnesota peers unless directly asked what I know by industry professionals and even then I don’t give away the secrets of my Caucasian misbehaved Minnesota peers.

No, I don’t ever discuss my Caucasian Minnesota peers’ misappropriation or thieving or lies or ‘cutting corners’ or cheating or gossip or slander therefore please don’t talk about me since I haven’t ever personally offended anyone except face-to-face.

Most likely I meant to be offensive, if I did have some direct words with anyone which I hardly ever do have words with anyone, since Caucasian Minnesota peers don’t ever directly speak to the source and only behind the sources’ back with a knife driven into it.

Yes, I’m an imperfect human and my way of communication and/or miscommunication and larger than life gestures and Italian gesticulation and articulation are multi-lingual and multi-cultural and awkwardly passionate to say the least. I know who I am. I know exactly what I am, imperfect human.

No, I didn’t set out to be unique or exciting or whatever.

The world made me a citizen of the globe and adopted me as their own daughter while Minnesota’s banished me to a life, alone.

For as much as I’m hated by Caucasian Minnesota peers I’m loved by many other people throughout the United States and the world at large. I’m blessed to be beloved by many amazing human beings.

Yes, I’m a “blessed” person as Bob Monahan likes to remind me.

Extremely blessed thus I’m extremely shy rather than snobbish or meek or mild and awkward since I don’t have anything to be mean about. I don’t. I won.

Thus far, I won my steadfast mature adulthood goals.

Simply, I gesture and gesticulate much of the time when in the presence of my best friends going back two decades when I tell my best friends personal stories and my best friends wholeheartedly accept me as I am and for who I am since I’m still the same person they met when I was twelve.

Yes, I care less about what my Caucasian Minnesota peers have to lie or gossip or use for slander against me as a person.

My actions have been steadfast and consistently true.

In twenty years, neither once did I misappropriated funds or actually ever get paid to do theatre productions. I starved right along with thirty other creative professional who weren’t paid as well.

Not once have I ever as much as stolen an apple or a cookie no matter how starved I was in my early to mid-twenties. No.

The fact I don’t give a damn about anything my Caucasian Minnesota peers have to say is refreshing.

All I care about is the culinary arts and well made food and excellent company and music is in my soul.

What my Caucasian Minnesota peers seem to hate about me is exactly how genuine I am to myself and with others.

To me, it’s quite obvious I’m powerful since my Caucasian Minnesota peers seem terrified to come near and socialize with me or ours since I, too, hear the gossip and slander and lies.

Yes, I do know exactly what’s been said and what’s going on for the past years of gossip and slander since February 2001.

How tiresome it must be to be violently bored with nothing to constructive do or absolutely nowhere to go or rest and relaxation or have fun rather than commit slander against others.

Get a hobby and make it a good one.

What my Caucasian Minnesota peers seem to hate is the fact I don’t have any interest in their closed mindedness about mostly anything intellectual or creatively importantly smart.

My Caucasian Minnesota peers are narcissists and selfish and only seem to greatly care about what they look like, or only care about themselves, and their invalid and wrong opinions, or their likes and dislikes, which isn’t much of anything since Minnesotans only like the same white bland foods.

What my Caucasian Minnesota peers seem to hate is the fact I don’t much like them since they seem snobbish about being under read or uncultured or undereducated or closed minded about cultural difference or closed off to new ideas or closed off to the fact most Caucasian people seem to have a certain pungent smell about them I simply don’t like thus what’s the point of me putting myself in the middle of any social situation when all I smell is pungent scents coming off of our Caucasian Minnesota peers.

No, I don’t hate my Caucasian Minnesota peers, however.

Mostly I haven’t liked how our Caucasian Minnesota peers hate one another and hate on each other and are in constant competition for minimal resources like rats in clear tubes.

To me, the situation is quite obvious my Caucasian Minnesota peers haven’t ever been held at gun point in uptown Minneapolis, Minnesota by Native Americans and immediately the Ojibwa language fluently flowed out of my mouth and I did walk away with my life still intact. I took Ojibwa twenty years ago and I didn’t know I could still speak it. Wow.

To me, it’s quite obvious I’m a force to be reckoned with since I must at all times keep my guard up around Caucasian and black Minnesota strangers who seem to want to beat my derriere into a bloody pulp or into submission for being born a “woman of color” with quite distinctly different ideas and ideals and opinions about Minnesota’s unsteady economy and unaffordable housing for the creative types and creative professionals.

Since February 2001, I’ve lived with our Caucasian Minnesota peers’ ostracized social climate in misbehavior which I’ve adapted to and have turned out ordinarily happy and filled with hope and creations and in a romantic relationship and able and capable to hold my own in the entertainment industry as an independent writer or independent thinker and intellectual.

For the most part I’m not sure what gets my Caucasian Minnesota peers’ ‘underwear in a bunch’ since it’s been proven this social hateful climate only socializes with people who agree with each other on the same opinions and nothing much ever gets done and I’ve left most Caucasian Minnesota peers in the dust since I’ve had much time to think and write and create and do and be genuinely me as the woman I was meant to become.

Yes, my 40^th birthday prayer to the Maya gods is for my Caucasian Minnesota peers not to be “thin skinned” or terrified of my difference in matter of opinion as well as accept I’m ‘here to stay’ since my entire clan of Central American Maya as well as Harvard people have re-sent me back to Minnesota and told me to “stay put” since a mini ice age is coming and only the Minnesotans will know how to survive what is yet to come. Okay. I don’t know.

To me, it would be extraordinarily awesome if our Caucasian Minnesota peers proved me wrong about how they don’t actually self-loath or aren’t easily threatened by me or easily threatened by my opinions since I’m not here to cause any type of harm.

Presently, I’m here to re-set a new course for the future since I’m sick-and-tired of living in a shabby and rundown and garbage filled state in which people seem apathetic or angry or mad or sad or lonely and all alone about the economic state of affairs and unaffordable housing for creative types and creative professionals.

Our Caucasian Minnesota peers continually like to remind me there’s only one of me and many of them. Okay. Gosh, what are they going to do? Beat me up. Not okay.

Our Caucasian Minnesota peers continually like to remind me I’m “nobody.” Okay.

Then what on Earth are they all threatened by?

Words? Hot air? Ha. Funny.

My Caucasian Minnesota and Iowa peers are threatened by the fact I don’t like or want to lick or eat the mud off of their boots as an entrance into their social class which is below mine.

My social class is all about being kind, smart and intelligent even if it means being extremely passionate and opinioned or using a lot of gestures and Italian gesticulation which physical body language and gestures and gesticulation seems to threaten most Minnesota peoples.

Although, just about anything other than Caucasian bread or upbringing seems to threaten the Minnesotans half-to-death since Minnesotans don’t get out much because they’re mainly “blue collar” “working class” and have to work more than enjoy the fruit of their labor.

For some reason, right about now I wish I was in Sardinia, Italy with my sister and her family.

You want to talk about loud and in your face then please visit Italy.

Most people don’t like to lick or eat the mud off of anybody else’s boots and neither do I, however.

Why must eating mud off of other people’s boots be my social pre-requisite? No, absolutely not.

Minnesotans remind me of former Germany’s Nazi social fascists ready to tell on their neighbors and have their neighbors be sent off to the gas chambers in the same way my Jewish-German family members were sent off to concentration camps by their hateful German neighbors during WWII.

If one hasn’t ever literally had one’s face forced down into the mud and made to eat mud feces then one doesn’t truly know how awful it is.

Be kind to each other.

Be kind to one another.

Be kind and smart and respectful and intelligent otherwise the alternative, I fear is much worse than people think. Complete economic collapse and corporations taking over our amazing and incredible Minnesota creative type’s cultural freedoms.

Peace.

Don’t worry, I know, I know. I’m specifically kept from our Caucasian and other Minnesota social peers simply because Caucasian Minnesota peers don’t like how I verbally interact or speak unlike Caucasian people thus I get punished for not being Caucasian and completely from Minnesota. I get it. I’ve always gotten it. I’ve been told.

“Tell your truth” is a popular saying in Minnesota.

Although, when one does tell one’s truth then Caucasian Minnesota people become hateful and turn against the natural tide of the currents and waves and the moon’s gravitational pull.

Please, by all humane means ‘don’t hold it against me’ I’m different from Caucasian Minnesota people or different from Caucasian Minnesota social peers since I’m factually culturally different and it’s a matter of fact I’m different.

Yes, the people who I needed to personally face-to-face apologize to, I have, and they’ve forgiven me and they love me and I love them.

Yes, I have more positive social connections than most of our Caucasian Minnesota peers do, however.

We must keep our friendships a secret thus our envious and jealous and self-loathing Caucasian Minnesota peers don’t destroy the beauty which is in us to uphold respectful conversations and play together and have fun for over two decades without them or others knowing.

This is a platonic love letter to one specific human who I’m not ever to meet since the gossip and slander has gone to Minnesotan’s heads and torn apart egos and who knows what else?

The only people who socially cock-block me are our Caucasian Minnesota “blue collar” workers or rich suburban peers.

We start a new page.

What does Minnesota want from me? Nothing. Good. Okay.

No, I’m not the giving tree.

Yes, I refuse to turn into a stump to be sat upon.

It’s anybody’s personal issue if they hate me since I do hold a great deal of self-respect and self-love.

Self-hatred hasn’t ever plagued me.

Self-hatred is a Minnesota aspect to culture. Not mine.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 3,341

Word Count: 3,207

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,664 + 3,341 = 6,005

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

*) Week #15 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #86 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

“Any wound is better than a wound in the heart.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Biennial (every two years, event occurring once in every two years)

It was decided that the national convention be a biennial event.

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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: 2:59pm CT, 7:35pm CT

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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

Ought to be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Bob Hugh Monahan

Isn’t any type of Liar or Socially Inept

“Social currency” is by far more valuable than fortune or money or wealth or riches since money comes and goes.

“Social currency” holds its weight in value throughout an entire lifetime of any human’s development and contributions and amazing ability to bring the rest of us into any new century and forward towards progress and equal distribution of wealth and respect for all with “rent control.”

Yes, I was more wrong about Bob Monahan than ever before with anyone else.

Not ever have I been as wrong about another human as I was about Bob Monahan.

Mostly anything I knew to be a rumor about Bob Monahan is nothing except rumors about Bob Monahan.

Throughout the last four years any of the rumors and lies and incorrect stories I ever heard about Bob Monahan are rumors spun from sheer cruelty in the form of slander against Bob Monahan’s person.

Indeed the rumors were wrong with motive to hurt and harm Bob Monahan and his reputation to take him down.

The buck stops with me.

Finally, after 4 years I discovered the truth.

If anyone ever again chooses to get in the way of Bob Monahan’s professional career or decides to even as much as insinuate anything negative about Bob Monahan then please be my guest to commit “social suicide.”

Personally, I’ll gladly hand anyone a shovel and get digging.

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My friend,

Mr. Bob Monahan

My best friend,

Mr. Bob Monahan

Bob Monahan’s older brother is one of my best friends since I was fourteen years old.

Bob Monahan’s shown me up with the truth. I love Bob Monahan even more than I did yesterday.

Bob Monahan’s ruthless with the truth.

One must have a “thick skin” to ever be able to come near Bob Monahan’s awesomeness otherwise Bob Monahan might be able to make anyone cry by simply uttering the obvious truth.

Bob Monahan’s gorgeous in his approach to truth.

Bob Monahan’s a man of great integrity.

Bob Monahan’s tried and true.

How did I ever believe anything other than my friend?

There’s only one rumor I fell for which wasn’t and isn’t true and now my heart aches for my best friend to be freed from the lies told by his jealous and envious and cruel social group of peers.

Although, it’s taken me since 2013 to discover the truth about this particular slanderous rumor against Bob Monahan I finally discovered the truth inside the lie which was not only slanderous and dangerous and cruel and insanely mean to turn against Bob Monahan as his supposed good friends of Duluth, MN.

Bob Monahan’s one of the most truthful and discrete and honorable and intellectually challenging and creative types and coolest of creative business men aside from risk takers.

Bob Monahan’s one of the best poets in the United States of America since Bob Monahan’s been writing for longer than two decades and has an amazing harness of the English language unlike the rest of us.

Yes, Bob Monahan is my favorite poet in the entire world and not because I know Bob Monahan, simply because Bob Monahan’s poetry is indeed amazing and moving and real and true.

Bob Monahan has nothing to fear.

Bob Monahan is a self-made man.

Bob Monahan now holds more “social currency” than anyone else in the state of Minnesota for keeping his cool while under slanderous fire and being true to himself and who he is and where he’s come from and where he is going which is far.

Bob Monahan is one of several of my best friends.

Bob Monahan is a mature adult man.

No, I’ve neither spoken nor seen the producers of Cindy Lauper since 2003.

Whatever happened to the professional music video deal which broke between Bob Monahan and Cindy Lauper’s people?

Please, Cindi Lauper’s people give Bob Monahan a second and third and fourth and fifth and sixth chance to prove his innocence.

Bob Monahan is an incredibly hard worker, however.

The difference between Bob Monahan as a professional producer and other average producers is Bob Monahan makes work look easy with smiles all around and tons of excellent vibes and more clean fun and laughter than anyone will ever know unless one’s inside Bob Monahan’s close and tight nit circle.

Bob Monahan literally knows everyone from the bums on the streets to the oil tycoons.

It’s Bob Monahan who brings us all together for the better.

Yes, tonight I’ll go through my roster of phone numbers and get in touch with Cindi Lauper’s people and make it happen for Bob Monahan since Bob Monahan was and is an unfortunate victim of lies and deceit and slander and cruelty.

Yes, Duluth, Minnesota is my favorite place in the entire world.

Yes, I’m moving back to Duluth, Minnesota.

Yes, for the past eight years I’ve hidden in Canal Park and Park Point, however.

Downtown, Duluth, Minnesota is my favorite place to skateboard despite the bricks sidewalks and streets.

Yes, I love downtown, Duluth, Minnesota as much as I love downtown, Minneapolis, Minnesota since both are flat and easy to skateboard at 6:00 in the mornings.

Yes, I skateboard defiantly sober as well as say prayers to the Maya gods.

The ultimate American freedom is jeans are a great significant symbol and aspect to modern American freedom in representation.

Yes, my Duluth, Minnesota ban is as of now officially lifted:

My friends in Russia starve thus I wouldn’t want the same outcome to happen to our Duluth, MN friends.

“Food insecurity” already does exist in Duluth, MN in which the creative types and creative professionals who work 80 hour weeks go without much food or without many resources since it’s the same old, same old story when I lived in Duluth, MN from February 2001 to May 2004.

Still today creative professionals starve at the hand of Duluth’s City Council and Duluth’s past Mayors and the mistakes they made with the creative types and creative professionals of Duluth, MN.

It’s time for a new economic era in Duluth, MN for which even the creative types and creative professionals have the right to eat well for as much as they contribute and enrich the life and culture and society of Duluth, MN.

Yes, I must look up the new Duluth, MN mayor’s name since Betsy Hodges is dysfunctional and doesn’t know anything about governance or mature adulthood politics or professional business in the same manner Donny Ness didn’t know basic English or basic civics and only temporary gimmicks which didn’t ever stick to the wall for which Donny Ness’s personal economic advancements to his pocket left no long term positive effect in the economy of Duluth, MN’s creative types and creative professionals.

Yes, please, to my famous friends and rich friends; please, help us pick up and sustain and maintain the economy of Duluth, MN especially minimum wage workers without much healthcare.

Yes, please, to my famous friends and rich friends; please help us get the store fronts of Duluth, MN filled and kept filled since skateboarding Duluth, MM in the mornings around 6:00am can be incredibly eerie when there’s empty store fronts to look at and nothing much more.

Yes, I have two major surgeries to go through in the month of June 2017, however.

Simply because I’ll be bed ridden, doesn’t mean I don’t have a finger on the pulse.

Duluth, MN is where my heart is even though my physical health is still damaged from three years of adult starvation from the ages of 24 through 27 and 80 hour work weeks on barely any morsels of food.

Yes, I’m done punishing Duluth, MN for forcing me to eat the feces of its shoes and gifting me with severe adult stomach issues for the rest of my life.

Yes, I forgive.

Let’s move on.

Yes, Robbinsdale, MN is where we live and work.

Yes, Duluth, MN is where we hang out and socialize.

Yes, once more I’ve started to get the hang of skateboarding on brick since I’ve made the adult choice to skateboard until I’m no longer able to skateboard in my older years.

No, please don’t ever skateboard the hills of Duluth, MN unless one knows exactly what they do and even then don’t.

Okay. Peace.

Whatever Bob Monahan says goes.

No, whatever Bob Monahan’s peers say doesn’t go.

As far as we’re concerned Bob Monahan won’t ever do any wrong in our eyes unless he acts selfishly or flake like.

As far as we’re concerned Bob Monahan owns the social state of Minnesota since Bob Monahan is trustworthy with my life and the lives of many people we love.

Bob Monahan, I love you.

Brother, I love you.

Take it away Mr. Bob Monahan.

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Post Script:

Fact:

The Earth is round and undisputable

Yes, I’ve sailed the Atlantic Ocean with my father and not once did we fall off of the face of the Earth.

Yes, the planet Earth is round and circular. Period.

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Fact:

Actual Research

isn’t a night out

in the town

No, going to a strip club isn’t any type of legitimate scientifically conducted research since throwing money at any problem or throwing money at naked women or throwing money at naked men is more objectification and dehumanization than research.

Research is serious business and tons of logged in hours and logged in actual numbers in the field with clipboards and tape recordings of actual interviewees’ perspectives especially when interviewees aren’t at work unless invited to go along and watch people tend to crops or sheep or goats or horses or actual street prostitution deals through pimps and always previously signed release forms and location release forms and attorney signed contracts and a signature on the dotted line and dated with either blue or black pen/ink.

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Fact:

Twenty-thousand in cash

($20,000)

February 14, 2017-May 16^th, 2017

Yes, at 4:00am on Tuesday, May 16, 2017 I ran out of $20,000 for my casual birthday celebrations.

No, we don’t keep any cash at home or under our mattresses or in cookie jars except for my ‘swear jar’ which there isn’t much cash at all since I work on not using any swear words at all.

Yes, from the second week in February 2017 through Tuesday, May 16^th, 2017 both my current legal partner and I dropped twenty-thousand ($20,000) dollars cash for my 40^th birthday casual get-together celebrations.

To the state of Minnesota, thank you.

To Bob Monahan in Duluth, MN, thank you, brother.

To “Heiko” in Duluth, MN thank you, brother.

“Heiko” makes the best martinis in the world.

“Heiko” can make it in New York City with his killer martinis.

My 40^th birthday was the most amazing birthday of my life and we celebrated for months.

My birthday day was relaxed and happy and non-violent or non-cruel or non-mean-spirited. Thank you.

We rocked it like the rock stars we are.

Privately and with amazing company.

Yes, for about 24 hours both my current legal partner and I contemplated to fly-out our best-friends and their best-friends in a private family jet plane into either Paris, France or San Jose, Costa Rica or Ivy Hotel downtown, Minneapolis, MN.

We didn’t fly-out since our friends have farms to attend to and run on a daily basis as well as run entire buildings and local businesses and local kick ass coffee shops in Duluth, MN.

As of late little baby goats were recently born and people have children to care for and school is still in session and at the last minute I found out my current legal partner needs to have his passport renewed.

The last time, my current legal partner and I drank alcohol together while out in public as well as socially was in the year 2007. (I think the date is correct.)

Unless we attended funerals or weddings.

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Legal Familial Ties

and Literal Blood Relations

{One’s family is whoever one makes one’s family their own and it’s a mutual connection of respect and love and integrity and truthful spoken words without pressure as well as peaceful longevity.}

One’s true-and-tried, and only legal family ties are people who are strictly “legal relations” or “blood related” and nothing else.

“Cousins” are for black people and Latinos, however.

Not for my legal familial relations.

We know exactly who our legal familial relations and blood relatives are.

Yes, as a matter of fact Sarah Jessica Parker is our cousin through the Elwell family whom we respect and adore and love and live in Gloucester, Massachusetts and Rockport, Massachusetts.

No big whoop.

We don’t go out of our way to ask anything from Ms. Sarah Jessica Parker since there’s a 1690’s family trust fund worth, roughly...

In our family, we’re all self-sufficient and respectful and responsible and happy mature adult humanitarian humans from our Beverly, Massachusetts already passed-on grandparents’ side of the family.

As a matter of fact there’re some other way more famous people in our family than Sarah Jessica Parker.

Anyway, it’s here on record.

No, I don’t have any need or want to lie about anything since this is a public record and the truth.

No, persons and humans aren’t our family members unless we’re actually either “blood related” or “legally recorded” familial lines and ties going back to 1066’s Somerset, England on the Tarr side of our family or 100% Finn-Minnesota and Jewish-Russian familial relations or legally and directly established Maya blood relations in both El Salvador or sibling relations in Costa Rica or foster care and adoptee relations from Sierra Leone, Africa or adoptee relations from Sardinia, Italy and their amazing peeps as our Frankfurt, Germany’s In-Laws or Soho, N.Y.C. family or Manhattan N.Y.C. family or Dallas, Texas family unless one’s Sarah Green or Bob Monahan or Bob Monahan’s daughter or Bob Monahan’s older sister and husband and children or Bob Monahan’s eldest brother and wife or Bob Monahan’s parents or Bob Monahan’s cousins whom we both greatly respect or love or Los Angeles, California cousins and Portland, Seattle cousins or, or, or…

Although, In-Laws under the age of 35 are not ever allowed to stay overnight at our home or go dance with me since my safety isn’t a priority.

Yes, one of our In-Laws from Turkey is literally the “Angelina Jolie” of Turkey.

Only going to say it once: in our legal familial ties there’re way many more famous and successful people than us. Ha.

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Stomach Issues

Yes, I’m only able to eat one large meal per day unless it’s nearly 12 hours later then I’m able to eat another large meal.

Otherwise, it’s nothing much of the days and throughout the days.

Otherwise, the years of February 2001 through May 2004 while living in Duluth, MN destroyed my upper stomach from nearly and mostly constant young adult starvation and 16 hour work days without medical benefits or annual checkups or fruits or vegetables in my system.

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Yes, we do anonymously help to economically carry many other families living in villages throughout the world such as in Russia and Costa Rica and Haiti and other war torn and war ravaged parts of the Middle East and Africa.

Our peeps have been in Haiti for about 30 years now.

Yes, at 2:00am in the morning our bank is closed by financiers.

Yet our peeps eat, drink and are merry since we don’t allow for terribly extreme undistributed oligarch’s wealth to crush our peeps under strenuous economic weight.

We aren’t super heroes. No.

Nonetheless, we’re humanitarians.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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Word Count: 2,664

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,664

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #2 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 #21 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #15 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #86 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

“If a horse had anything to say, he would speak up.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Bimetallism (use in currency of two metals whose value is fixed by

Law)

The basis of our currency is known as bimetallism.

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

This Week’s Total Word Count:

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

*) Day #2 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 #21 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #15 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #86 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, May 15, 2017

“All the world is on the tip of the tongue.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Mercenary (acting merely for pay, one who is hired)

The Hessians were mercenary troops during the Revolutionary War.

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This Week’s Total Word Count:

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

*) Week #15 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #86 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, May 12, 2017

“Let thy ears [too] hear what thy mouth speaketh.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Prototype (a form regarded as representative of a group, the original

figure, model)

The plane’s prototype was considered very darling in design when it

was first built.

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Word Count:

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This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,058 + 8,531 = 9,589

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

*) Week #14 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #85 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, May 11, 2017

“The only whole heart is a broken one.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Protract (draw out, prolong, extend)

The workers were inclined to protract the job because they liked the

neighborhood.

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Yes, vaccinate children.

Yes.

It’s difficult to keep up with social media’s “fake news” from 2009 and 2010.

We now read and abide by the “New England Journal of Medicine.”

No, we’re not professional “astronauts” or “scientists” or “medical doctors” or “medics” or “mathematicians” or “attorneys” or taxpayers’ appointed “bench judges” or “review critics” or “scientific critics” or “peer review critics” or “police officers” or “F.B.I.” “C.I.A.” or “role models” or “public figures” or “career politicians” or “public servants” or “celebrities” or “famous” or “real estate agents” or “local heroes” or “used car salesmen.” No.

We pay at the door as most any other hardworking and taxpaying private American citizens and civilians do, each and most days of their lives unless mature adults choose not to leave the comfort of their homes.

Yes, we're professional communications broadcast engineers.

Yes, personally I’ve proved to be able and capable to build and run any computer from any and all parts found in recycling or garbage bins.

Yes, personally I’ve proved to be able and capable to follow any recipe in any cook book and hypothetically not burn the food. Okay.

Yes, personally I’ve proved to be able and capable to physically scale any building or tower or skyscraper or rock formation and either peacefully connect or disconnect any tower especially dish towers if given the corporate “go ahead” in extreme “‘rugged individualist’ modern pioneers’” survivalist’s imaginary scenarios in which hypothetically the United States of America were to be shut down by any enemy of the state in the format of “electromagnetic” waves/fields.

We’ve been sworn-in to professionally do responsibly well by The People and only The People for our Republic for which it stands indivisible.

No, the English terminological word for “electromagnetic” ‘anything’ doesn’t come to mind and I put about forty (40) or more people through their four year college degrees in pre-med.

Each night for four years we studied ‘their’ five-thousand (5,000) pre-med terminological list of vocabulary while individually I studied for my one-thousand (1,000) word terminological list of vocabulary for Liberal Arts Education since our scholarly PhD professors weren’t kidding around about terminology and comprehension and academic workload and more academic workload.

Yes, on average we did study about six hours per night and each day attended classes at college or university for about eight hours per day. Whew.

Personal Public Service Announcement:

No, no one person may either privately or publically or physically violently or aggressively or predatorily address any free private American citizen or civilian modern women or me or in person or in any manner of shape or form in any matter of any type through the means of physical violence otherwise in kind I’ll reproach with physical violence for self-protection and win since I’ll aim to protect my life and my body and personhood and spirit.

Peacefully go and peacefully stay and peacefully exodus. Thank you.

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No Fights

No Brawling

No Abuse

No breaking anything

As of this Tuesday, May 16^th, 2017 both my current legal partner and I’ve discussed and agreed and did shake hands about how I shan’t ever again by choice for as long as I live become involved or take part or participate in any small or larger physical men’s fights or women’s fights or children’s fights against adults or adults against children.

Forever, I’m to call our local police 9-1-1.

Okay.

Yes, I’m a “pacifist” since I do know my potential and my three (3) equal professional talents and where I’ve been and where I’m going for the long term goals.

In between or for now we’re having fun while we get through piles and piles of mature paper adult work throughout the decades still yet to be seen.

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No, we’re not fired,

From our profession or industry

No.

No, no one individual is fired from any of their positions.

No, I wouldn’t dare like for any one person fired from any position in the entire world, at least not on our previous experienced personal account.

It’s the small victories.

Look, it’s difficult enough to fill up employment positions much less keep great employees.

Yes, if one were to desire or care for excellent and supreme food industry service then please, pay for white cloth dining.

If one were as inclined as to eat at any “mom‘n’pop” shops (sandwiches, pizzas, hotdogs or fast food) then most likely one must care to be respectful and quick in positive communications to any individual's' social interaction with or to any fast food industry service workers and culinary professionals as well as also be extremely patient with food service industry servers and workers while directly and maturely being asked one’s first and last name and phone number and street address as well as what toppings one will place on their pizza order and move on…next…since “pizza is pizza” and not fine dining with white table cloth, thankfully.

There’s no time for rude customers either over the phone or in person. Get it together.

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1988-2017

Diary Entries about 11 total lies…

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Continuation from Lie #7

Lie #8:

(May 1996)

We’ll save this lie for another day when I actually have time to write about such any lie since lie #7 and lie #8 are connected and tied in to one another and with each other. Okay. (Another blog for another day.) No, don’t worry I’ll get back to this subject matter.

Moving on.

Next.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

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Lie #9:

When? I don’t know.

No, I don’t remember my ninth lie, however.

Thus and therefore, I’ve begun to think, maybe, I haven’t told twenty-three falsehoods.

Instead I’ve only told 11 lies or whoppers during my lifetime thus far.

Yes, I’m terribly bad at mathematics. I must make usage of any calculator at any time since our academic peers and I were glued to graphic calculators from 1990-2000.

Yes, I do know about plenty of lies told about me. Ha…Lol…

Peace.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,111

Word Count: 1,058

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,058 + 8,531 = 9,589

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

*) Week #14 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #85 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

“Suffering creates nervous ailments; happiness cures them.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Metaphor (figure of speech describing something by calling it something else)

At times he used the metaphor which amused his audience.

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Diary Entries about 11 lies…

Earlier Chapters

Preface

Yes, I’ve written about how I would write about the main and major 1 lies I’ve ever told in my entire lifetime.

Let’s get to the told lies before May 14, 2017.

Yes, I’d like to get rid of these told lies weighing me down before I turn 40 years of life since most of the lies I’ve ever told aren’t about me. (Ha…ha…LOL…)

Yes, I take full responsibility for any of the lies I’ve ever told since I’m a mature adult woman.

Yes, I’ve more than paid for the 11 lies I’ve ever told.

Yes, I’ve been gravely punished and even at times gravely wounded or gravely injured by the small measure of any of my 11 lies.

Yes, I know where the moral responsibilities lay: with me.

Yes, I’m a terrible and horrible liar of any type.

Yes, I’d like to take a class on how to lie better.

Yes, whenever I tell any lie then the lie shows all over my face.

Yes, I get utterly and ghastly uncomfortable whenever I’ve uttered any personal lies to “save face” for others then my words snowball and I don’t seem to be able to control myself or stop myself from talking until my Ancestors are done with me and done teaching me a most valuable moral lesson: the spirits of lies live on longer than the spirit of truth.

For me to speak lies is all very quite awkward for all or any around to witness me verbally lie. The embarrassment is obvious to see I’m about to urinate myself.

Yes, all of my facts and times and places and people check out since I don’t have anything to lie about on paper or on ink or on stone since my writing career isn’t “Three Cups of Tea”. No.

Yes, this online diary or blog or journal is a safe cyberspace (a little bit of Earth) for me to freely express myself without anyone giving me the “evil eye” or ignoring me or abandoning me or trying to literally kill me.

This is quite a private diary about a real mature human (not a robot) who is an acknowledgeable adult woman, who lives and breathes and has made some mistakes and always corrected and owned up to any and all of my mistakes each and every single step of the way as well as lost more than most Caucasian people do whenever I’ve ever told one single lie.

Most Caucasian people don’t ever forgive me as a sister or give me a “second chance” or much less want to listen to what I have learned or help me out career wise (which that ship sailed, now I’m a billionaire) or emotionally carry me across figurative turmoil or cultural loneliness or say or do anything kind since most Caucasian people seem to think treating me like complete garbage is a great way to make me insecure about Caucasian people staying mad at me as an excuse for prolonged emotional abuse forever conducted to ignore me is a great way to punish me, although and however. Like I give a damn?

Really? Who cares about angry Caucasian people?

Nobody really does care about lonely and desperate Caucasian bitter people who don’t ever forgive themselves or others.

Forgiveness is Caucasian people’s greatest lesson to learn.

Forgive, get over Caucasian people's envy or jealousy or hatred or stupidity to hold onto grudges and happily move on.

My superpower is persistence to see and share the better aspects of humanity and create harmony and peace and beauty which is rare in a world of overly educated bitter and hateful and resentful and economically struggling and lonely and desperate and alcoholic Caucasian people who self-loath therefore Caucasian people hate other people in general as well as hate “people of color” for no other reason to get Caucasian anger and embitterment out on others as an improper excuse.

Mostly Caucasian people don’t bring themselves to actually fully forgive since Caucasian people seem to act, “pure as white” without any blemishes, or as though Caucasian people haven’t ever told a single lie when most of Caucasian people’s existences is either putting on a good show or telling lies about their entire existence. What eves.

Caucasian people get violently boring since Caucasian people are some of the most guarded about their reputations yet it’s mainly Caucasian people who have the social power to go around destroying the good and strong and almighty reputations of “women of color” if “women of color” don’t respect the social emotional abuse of Caucasian people.

It’s true I do block out trauma and quickly move on and absolutely don’t care what people think of me.

To easily and quickly block out trauma is my other superhero ability since I’m constantly being semi-traumatized by racist Caucasian people in the streets, at grocery stores and anywhere I go in America I’m spoken to or treated or ignored like a piece of garbage and not a human with higher intellect.

When I continually ask for people to open up their hearts and forgive me there’s absolutely no genuine intellectual kindness therefore there’s no humanitarian goal or pursuit for equality.

Simply, when I throw a mature adult life-line to Caucasian toxic people I either want to know if Caucasian people are humanly capable to reassert genuine human concern for other people or to prove Caucasian people’s “superiority complexes” and to prove their immaturity as humanitarians since most people don’t ever change and do stay as selfish or as selfless as they were when they were 18.

Personally, I know longer have anything more to prove other than my humanity.

Personally, I’m human and I’ve proved I bleed.

There’s only one of me and an entire angry and hateful country of immature adults who must prove their humanity to me.

Personally, I was adopted into blue bloods therefore I’ve always been at the top of the food chain even though I starved for America as well as starved for my freedom as a “woman of color” and my freedom as an educated woman.

Personally, I’m already a billionaire at the tender age of 39 and “frankly, my dear I don’t give a damn.”

Although, I’ve met pathological liars who go around “character assassinating” entire villages and towns and cities and states and countries and nations, somehow, pathological liars always seem to get believed over me, who hardly ever tells any lies other than the occasional white lie about, “How did you like your food?” or “Do you like my jeans?” or “Do you mind taking care of such and such for me?” or “Do you like my hair cut?” or “Do you mind if we hang out with my children while we catch up and have adult time?”

For some reason I’ve been punished ten times more severely than Caucasian women who’ve destroyed entire reputations of other women and men.

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Let’s Review

Lie #1:

(1988-present)

By the end of the fifth grade (5^th grade) I began to tell my peers and adults alike about how my birth mother was dead and had died simply and only because I found myself having to answer and explain myself as to why our birth mother “didn’t want us” thus it was easier to deal with pitiful looks each time I lied and answered with a quick line about our birth mother being dead rather than alive and decided to put us up for adoption.

Mainly the conversations went like this when I told the truth:

Is your birth mother alive?

Yes. (Truth.)

Do you mind if I ask you questions?

No. (Lie.)

Where is your mom?

I don’t know. (Truth.)

Do you want to be with her?

No. (True.)

Oh, why? Was she abusive to you?

Ah, none of your business.

If your mom isn’t dead then your mom didn’t want you?

What!?!

Why, didn’t your mom want you?

(Like there was something wrong with me or something.)

Ask my birth mother why she didn’t want us.

Don’t ask me. I don’t know.

How insensitive of people to be in my personal and private business like my life was something for people to talk to me about to be entertained by my painful personal life story up until the age of 10 which brought me intense amounts of sadness and shame and guilt about why our birth mother placed her Costa Rican children in an orphanage for four years then signed us away to be adopted to one of the most abusive and dry-alcoholic and wet-alcoholic families and homes as adoptees. Yes, we did get unlucky in adoption.

Mainly the conversations went like this when I told the lie:

Is your birth mother alive?

No. (Lie.)

Oh, I’m so sorry.

The end of the conversation and I’d be left alone to lick my deep emotional wounds as an 11 year old.

My adopted parents told me not to lie about my birth mother, however.

It wasn’t my adopted parents who had to answer on average five times per day the story about why our birth mother didn’t want us.

The truth became, too, painful to utter with the more prying eyes stung and deeply personal questions uttered by curious people who placed heavy duty insinuations the more I was used in conversation and taken for an “object of fascination” rather than a human being with feelings and emotions and deep hurts about a birth mother who did in fact couldn’t financially support us in the 1980’s and had to sign over her children to a 3^rd world orphanage for adoption. Breathe.

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Lie #2:

(1992-1992)

When I was fifteen (15) years of life one of our next door neighbors had a guest over, a young girl of about twelve going on thirteen, (ready to enter her seventh grade the fall of 1992).

While the girls played in our neighbor’s backyard suddenly the little girl fell onto a titter totter and literally cut and ripped open her labia and private vagina parts and screamed like bloody murder. I know because I heard the screams and didn’t move a single muscle since I knew the parents weren’t home therefore I allowed for the little girls to figure out their misconduct and terrible accident.

Yes, I lied and said the “labia” accident had happened to me which had ripped open her “labia”, however.

The “labia” accident didn’t ever occur to me.

The reason why I lied is because I was a “book worm” and had been home in the front side yard reading on a lawn chair under trees’ shade on such a summer day when I did hear the painful screams and merciful shrieks and sounds and words of the tiny little baby girl of about 12 years of age going on 13, and I thought about how possibly her playground accident might bring shame into her 7^th grade year therefore I said the accident had occurred to me who had supposedly ripped open my “labia” by hopefully taking away some heat and stigma from her ripped labia’s reputation.

No, I didn’t give a damn what people thought about my potentially ripped open labia since I knew deep down inside I had done the correct action (correction on usage of words since there’s no such thing as “right” or “wrong” only grey matter in between) by all of the next door neighbor little girls freaking out on such a sunny day the accident occurred.

Plus, at fifteen I knew I wasn’t going to have sex until engagement or marriage and I came close.

The first time I ever had consented sexual intercourse was at the age of 21, the summer after my sophomore year of college to my first fiancé and on-and-off and on-and-off again Muslim boyfriend of seven years who unbeknownst to me had slept with nearly each young woman from many other high schools around the state of Minnesota which in his early twenties he was proclaimed mentally ill by professional medical diagnosis, which now my former Muslim fiancé is “bi-polar” and most likely always will be.

He broke my heart. I recovered and didn’t marry him.

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Lie #3:

(1993-1993)

Yes, the first time I qualified for Nationals in speedskating was in December of 1993 when I was 16 (sixteen) years of age and a freshman (correction on grade level) in high school at the time of when Nationals took place in upstate Lake Placid, New York in such particular year of winter, December 1993-January 1994.

Yes, at the age of 16 I qualified to race with 17, 18 and 19 year young ladies.

Yes, I lied to my peers as to why I couldn’t go to Nationals of all places.

Simply I was a poor teenager and couldn’t afford to go to Nationals.

Therefore, I waited until the following year and did once again thankfully qualified to Nationals in January 1994 at the age of 17 (seventeen) my sophomore year of high school and competed at John Rose’s Roseville, Minnesota’s speedskating ice rink oval. It was sweet!

Yes, I placed 8^th in the Nation and my times qualified to…

Yes, the following day I quit speedskating since I knew I was at the end of my economic rope and could no longer afford the weekend travel and speedskating suits and skates and sharpening and ice time and coaches and gear and food and, and, and…

Yes, I needed financial adult help and there was not one single mature adult in my life for who did or could or ever offered to help out financially “without strings attached” or morbidity therefore I strongly believe in scholarships.

If only I would’ve been financially helped out then I probably wouldn’t ever have begun smoking cigarettes or seriously writing therefore it all turned out well in the end.

Although, the journey was gut wrenching to give up speedskating for which I was awesome at and possibly Olympic material. Although, now we shan’t ever know.

This lie took out my potential Olympic athletic career. I know it. We all know it. I was an awesome speedskater.

The truth about being a poor teenager living with screaming and swearing and combating divorce court lunatic adopted parents cost my life’s athletic achievement while I hid how insane my parents fought about money thus and therefore there wasn’t ever any money for me, specifically.

Yet, my younger sister was spoiled without responsibility while I starved for the lie about my parent’s stupid divorce and it was my sister who began smoking marijuana in the eighth grade and graduated to cocaine by a sophomore while I literally starved and overworked myself to feed myself and clothe myself.

Life’s unfair. Yep. The more life’s unfair then the more freedom one acquires to not have to be obligated or obliged to anything or anyone.

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Lie #4:

(January 1994-December 2005)

Yes, I lied to my peers and said I was no longer interested in speedskating, however.

Again, I was an economically broke teenager and didn’t have any way to continue my speedskating practices and training because I’d been working on scholarship since the age of 13 (thirteen in seventh grade, September 1990) at private high school “preparatory for college” 20 hours per week at the school library.

Begin Insert:

Furthermore, as a “special request” from a close and personal buddy I began to help her with the recycling program in 1990-1991 seventh grade and 1991-1992 eighth grade as an Honorary secret green club volunteer.

My close personal friend Dory Reichert (R.I.P. July, 2003) (made a personal agreement with me to help her collect all of the high school’s “paper” and “sticky soda can” recycling bins to start and launch a new “recycling” school program at our private junior high school and private high school.

If at the end of two years (7^th and 8^th grade) I no longer wanted to personally help her out and volunteer then she wouldn’t ever again ask me to personally help out or volunteer for or with any other social club and she didn’t.)

Recycling secret Honorary social club: would take us about an hour each Friday of each week to collect the entire school’s recycling paper bins and soda can bins and another hour to sort through all of the bins then another hour to place back all of the entire school’s recycling bins.

Three hours of recycling volunteer each Friday for two years plus junior high track practice each spring of two years of recycling personal volunteer duties and junior high cross country running practices each fall of two years of recycling personal volunteer duties. Whew.

Yuck. It was sticky central.

Soda sugars all over us then we’d take showers in the ladies locker room, get back into our awesome private school attire, we’d kiss on each cheek and go our separate ways and socialize with other people who had no idea how hard two young ladies worked peacefully together without any pay: not only to start and launch the recycling program which is now launched in all or many high schools across the United States of America. You’re very welcome.

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In 1993: Also when I was 15 (fifteen) I lied about my age and picked up some late night shifts at “Little Angie’s Cantina” on Canal Park, Minnesota as a busser to pay for my shoes and clothes and meager school lunches since all my parents did as multi-millionaires was to scream at each other and forgot all about their adopted children as minors thus we went without many resources and lived a life of neglect and hunger and without basic needs met as long as we made ourselves scarce then we didn’t get any of our parents’ screaming heat.

We learned to be left all on our own to do with our lives as we best saw fit as long as we didn’t bother our selfish parents and their careers as yuppies.

No, in 1993 at the age of 15, I didn’t even want to be noticed by my rabid screaming dry-drunkard dry-alcoholic parents who always thought it was “a good idea” for me to work during all of my free and down time while I was physically drained from 40 hours of attending school and 6 hours of homework each night and extracurricular activities and student council and exhausted from 4 hour practices Sunday nights through Thursday nights and also Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesday early morning practices as well as travel to competitive regional and state meets mostly in the Twin Cities each weekend from November through March of 5^th grade, 6^th grade, 7^th grade, 8^th grade, 9^th grade and 10^th grade (6 years) while having a terrible go at it in life with poor English spoken language skills and translating mathematics into English words.

Yes, our adopted parents neglected us.

Need I say more? No.

How do I know our adopted parents neglected us?

The reason why I know our adopted parents neglected us is because my younger half-blooded adopted Costa Rican sister who is younger by seven years was found smoking marijuana in the girls bathroom in her 8^th grade year of junior high (her 8^th grade year, 1998) and graduated from marijuana to cocaine by the age of 15 and snorted cocaine with one of Belluschi’s youngest kids (1999-2000) while my sister begun to have sex with 50 year olds by the age of 18 (2003) and missed the most days in recorded Central High School’s (northern, Minnesota) history and by 18 in the fall of 2003 my sister became barefoot and homeless in the streets of Miami, Florida while she was supposedly in her freshman and sophomore (2003-2004, 2004-2005) years of college, however. She’d dropped out within her first semester of college.

It took my neglectful adopted parents two years to figure out their young 18 as well as 19 (2003-2004, 2004-2005) year old daughter was wandering barefoot and homeless high on heroin with a bad influence for a boyfriend who truly took my sister down a dark and wrong path and rat hole.

For a time, my sister became an exotic topless pole dancer.

Our adopted parents are terrible and abusive for parents.

Always have been abusive and always will be abusive and mean and cruel and cold hearted.

Our adopted parents are failures as parents and they know it.

Yes, I’ve told them how much they ruin nearly mostly anything they touch or get near.

Our adoptive parents know.

By December of 2000 in my senior year of college, my sister had attempted her third suicidal attempt thus had her stomach pumped three times by age 15 from three purposeful pill overdoses.

The only time I ever found out about my sister’s dire health and three suicidal attempts was during my final exam week in December of 2000, when my East Coast, New England, Brattle Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts adopted mother called me and broke the devastating news no one in our family had the courage or found it necessary to tell me any information about my sister’s personal life and health until our adopted mother called me home upon my sister’s third suicidal attempt to straighten out the whole entire mess for our entire family of four thus I did.

Thus I returned home to Park Point, Minnesota for one month December 2000-January 2000 and put together the broken pieces of our freshly open wound in our family at the time.

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Lie #5:

(1994) Correction on dates

One late spring night of 1994 when I was 16 (sixteen) years of age I’d been awoken by a good and close friend who was nervous and panicking and crying because a small group of five 18 year olds had mistakenly started a fire and they were afraid no one would believe them thus they asked me as to what to do about it? I didn’t know.

Yes, I told them to go home and get some sleep and by morning I’d figure out what to do.

The following morning I told them to swear to not ever tell another soul where they’d been the night before and without ever knowing any of the details or the location of where the fire took place which had accidently broken out, I told them since I was a minor then I would take the blame for the accident if anyone were to ever come around asking questions.

To this day, I haven’t ever written about this lie since I’ve waited for the decades to pass by before even exploring to write about this particular circumstance because this lie cost me my best friend in 1996 and possibly future boyfriend and future fiancé and husband, however.

Water under the bridge…

My one 1996 Central High School (northern, Minnesota) graduate best friend’s true colors did show and came out after I’d only ever practiced and told a blatant lie about another blatant lie about the accident which people in the community considered the accident to be “arson” which it hadn’t been arson thus I took the blame and heat and redirected the focus on me as a potential “arsonist” which I can’t stand to play with matches or any fire. No.

No, I didn’t care about my reputation as long as a group of 5 best friends didn’t ever get caught since they all had bright futures at Ivy League schools and full ride scholarships the following years awaiting them.

To this day we don’t talk about it.

See, nothing appears to be as it is.

Yes, to this day I’d take the fifth on any witness stand.

Wild horses couldn’t drag the names out of me.

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Lie #6:

(1992-present)

For far, too, long I’ve been ashamed I put myself through 7^th through 10^th grade private high school years while on scholarship.

The lie is I’ve allowed for people to think my adopted parents paid for private school, however.

My Park Point, Minnesota Grandfather Al Long and I paid for two years of private junior high school and two years of private high school then he died and I was left all on my own from there on out.

It was me who did pay for 4 years of private school since my parents are millionaire cheapskates.

Yes, I also worked at the Rudy Perpich Center for the Arts Resource Center (video department and mass media department) for two years of my junior and senior years of Arts High as well as I worked as assistant lunch lady’s dessert-only dinner helper my senior year of Arts High to be able to afford my dorm room and board and food and snacks and car gas and books and education and clothes and shoes.

No, my parents didn’t ever attend any of my extracurricular activities except for the one week before high school graduation when I and a small group of about 10 classmates held the honor to perform at the Walker Arts Center at the age of 19 (for me) as a senior in high school.

At graduation is when I saw both of my adopted parents and my adopted mother like the heifer she can be and the bully and foghorn dared come backstage (which no other parents came back stage) to demand me to put on a black graduation robe which I didn’t wear a robe when I walked across the stage to receive my diploma. I don’t regret it.

It was the greatest middle finger to my parents.

By Graduation like I cared less since my high school career was over and my adopted parents had missed it, in an ugly divorce battle with 6 to 12 Boston attorney’s eating up my 2.5 million inheritance from my Park Point, Minnesota Grandfather Al Long while my sister’s inheritance of 2.5 million also got eaten up in the damn divorce battle and settlement.

Shame on both our plagued houses!

Plague on my father’s home in Duluth, Minnesota and plague to our mother’s home in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Yes, I also paid $38,000 per semester of freshman year and sophomore year of college (4 semesters) as well as I’m still paying the last $10,000 for the University of Iowa’s junior (1998-1999) and senior (1999-2000) year when I was diagnosed with malignant skin cancer on my left cheek on my face burrowing into the cheek bone.

Yes, I worked in our school libraries all 4 years of 7-10 grades and 2 years of 11^th and 12^th grade and 2 years at private East Coast college as freshman and sophomore and again at the university of Iowa my junior and senior year.

Yes, I’ve been working 40 hour weeks since the age of 12 or 60 hour weeks since the age of 15 to put food on the table and a roof over our heads.

Yes, my efforts have been awesome!

No, our adopted parents didn’t pay for any of my education, I did. Cheers…

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count: 4,521

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Lie #7:

(May-June 1996)

In May of 1996, my senior year of high school, I noticed, one of my best friends from former private school did get terribly physically ill and lost enormous amounts of weight even though she was already thin to begin with and hardly ever ate much of anything any longer well into her junior year of high school into the spring of 1996.

We watched her wither away into nothing except skin and bones and thinned out hair for the entire of her junior year in high school.

She became incredibly irritated and irritable when asked the simplest of questions such as “would you like to go and get some coffee”?

Then she’d lose her composure and become a rabid animal without any just cause or justification. I didn’t know what exactly drove her to such insanity without any provocation or purposely pushing her buttons. She’d go off.

Personally, at first I thought she had an eating disorder. No.

Even though her entire junior year of high school she’d been my dorm-room direct next-door neighbor we became “two passing ships in the night” who carefully slipped right by each other without a single word or much less a wave.

She’d been my best friend since her eighth grade year of private junior high school which in her junior year of high school she became a complete stranger and tyrant to me even though we’d gone to private junior high school long before we’d been accepted to the Rudy Perpich Center for the Arts Education in Golden Valley, MN.

In her junior year of high school, my dearest friend did get accepted for “media arts” specifically in still wet-photography while my junior year I’d been accepted for “literary arts” specific concentration in poetry and fiction writing and nonfiction.

Begin Personal Note:

Personally, my senior year I was dealing with significant and serious inappropriate misbehavior from both of our adopted parent’s gossip and slander about each other and their final court battle and gruesome divorce proceedings which our selfish parents finally did officially divorce May of 1996 one week before my high school graduation or “so” my parents told me the date of their divorce thus the pressure to graduate valedictorian as well as get into a Massachusetts four-year private Liberal Arts College and get away from my family was more important to me than our miserable parent’s divorce or miserable lives for such matters.

Yes, I did graduate valedictorian and did get into my one-and-only private four-year Liberal Arts College of choice. Yes! I’ve always been persistent, driven, quiet and disciplined to do my work. I’ve always been a winner. I keep my head down and silently work away on success and happiness and wealth and wellness. Hip! Hip! Hooray!

In many ways, it would’ve been easier if our parents had dropped dead and truly left us alone to our own devices without our parental insane pressure to succeed and be rich except each weekend my parents needed me to go home and clean up their emotional messes as well as their literal messes.

Our adopted parents have always been selfish as well as verbally-abusive losers even though as mature adults we cordially speak over the phone and leave texts yet both my current legal and I’ve been “missing in action,” (M.I.A.).

No, we haven’t gone around to our dry-alcoholic East Coast family since August, 2008, however.

Yes, we stayed in contact with my adopted mother until March 2011 is the last time we spoke on the telephone until December 2011 when she apologized for literally almost murdering me. All’s forgiven.

My current legal partner knows.

My current legal partner’s seen my East Coast family in action with his own two eyes.

Our adopted parents text and write and talk on the phone to both my current legal partner and I.

Phone conversations are safest to speak to both of our parents over speaker phone thus neither of our parents won’t say hurtful or mean or verbally abusive comments about me, personally to me, since verbal abuse’s painful and hurtful and mean-spirited and cruel to justify hyper criticism and/or judgment when not asked for criticism or judgment or either or both. Right. Yep.

Our adopted parents have lied to me nearly our entire upbringing and mature adulthoods and make up stories about the wrong people involved in familial stories or tell the wrong timelines or tell the wrong dates therefore I don’t care about either of our adopted parents’ word or social misconduct thus I do my own factual research. I love facts because our adopted parents are continual selfish pathological liars to anyone who may ask either of each parent to directly answer any question about their actual events and familial life and how our adopted parents came to nearly ruin and kill their adopted bought slave children.

End Personal Note:

Anyway, sober I went through immense amounts of parental stupidity and sadness and pressure and more pressure to get out of the state of Minnesota only to again return to the misery of racism in the Midwest.

To this very day, today, my dearest (private junior high) best friend who at the time while she attended the Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education as a junior in high school didn’t seem quite fully functional or capable of much logic or reasoning skills.

Personally, after three years of best friendship I didn’t know what was wrong with her.

Personally, at one point I thought she might be truly mentally ill for life and not only as a teenager. I ruled it out.

She proved her mature adulthood into her mid-thirties as a great and excellent mother and amazing woman stuck out in the middle of nowhere, Minnesota.

For a bit, in May of 1996, I thought, she had had a terrible brain damage accident and by some awful luck had possibly gone brain damaged and we lost her forever. No.

As her private school friends, we didn’t know what on Earth was going on with our best friend since private junior high established friendships?

We began to get immensely concerned for her overall mental and physical health ‘only because’ she began to look disfigured.

This particular best friend from private junior high school and I had already met and begun to love each other, three years previously to the days when she was in eighth grade at private junior high school and while I was in ninth grade at private high school.

She knew me well. I knew her well. We knew each other well. We still know each other well and now we text.

We love and loved each other well until unbeknownst to me and ‘behind my back’ she’d became a severe (strict) cocaine addict right along with most of the rich Shakopee, Minnesota and Eden Prairie, Minnesota and Apple Valley, Minnesota wealthy and violently bored juniors and seniors at Rudy Perpich Center for the Arts. (There’s no valley in Minnesota.)

What a disgrace.

For many years afterwards, after Arts High School, I’d wondered what personally, and how personally, I’d ever offended all or any of the cocaine addicts at our Arts High school for ever existing. I’m over it.

Yes, simply and only “I’m over it” since my dad laughed about what happened when he’d heard of such events as of August of 1996.

Mainly cocaine addicts only approach miscommunication in any manner in which is to openly scream at peers or to publically berate their school mates for anything as small as congratulating them on their success towards graduation.

No one was able to approach or talk to such nonsensical cocaine addicts because the nonsensical cocaine addicts weren’t present at all.

The nonsensical cocaine addicts were swimming inside egocentric megalomaniac thoughts of shallow endeavors such as fame and fortune.

No school mate seemed interested per se to become scientists or judges or plumbers or civilized and contributing private Americans. No.

For two years, all the Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education school-mates ever talked about was becoming “rich and famous” for being themselves and having no three (3) real skill set or talent at the time.

The cocaine addicts sounded like stupid “broken records” of self perpetuated broken dreams and blue collar disguises even though cocaine addicts were cruel and mean-spirited rich kids from the southern suburbs of the Twin Cities, Minnesota, who ruined most of the “common shared” experience for the rest of the school only because cocaine addicts could and did by choice at the top of their lungs go around and scream at people at any moment cocaine addicts would throw any type of temper tantrums even though today most of our school mates walk/run away from any such immature adults who throw any type of temper tantrums unless we get physically harassed first then “good luck” to anyone violently boring and verbally abusive or physically violent.

Otherwise, we socially walk/run the other direction.

It wasn’t until eight years ago (8) (correction on timeline) in winter of 2009 when I discovered the truth about the Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education’s whole bunch of cocaine addicts who had far, too, much time, and money on their hands, and the cocaine addicts didn’t seem to be able to come up with constructive or positive extracurricular activities thus cocaine addicts resorted to snort cocaine, which, is fine with me, however.

Cocaine snorting and cocaine addiction isn’t any good excuse to literally go around and scream at people in their faces like insane asylum mentally ill who most likely will have permanent brain chemistry imbalanced damaged for life unlike an illness or temporary chemical fake-pregnancy hormones from three (3) non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors pressing against the uterine wall.

To this day, I’m not disgusted most of our rich and violently bored classmates from southern suburbs, south of the Twin Cities, Minnesota were severe cocaine addicts who then opened-up the free cocaine market for cocaine usage and cocaine trading to the rest of our Minnesotan school mates throughout the entire state of Minnesota.

To this day, I’m disgusted and saddened I went to school with a bunch of social cowards who wouldn’t dare come out and admit, our classmates were cocaine addicts who physically messed up their brain chemical imbalances and turned into tyrants because cocaine addicts were high on cocaine and couldn’t or wouldn’t control their emotions therefore cocaine addict classmates misplace their anger and wrongly projected their mislead emotions all over the place like dogs with diarrhea.

Every single day was the same mess of anger tantrums and uncontrolled or uncontrollable emotions, however.

If I’d ever gone off then my social head would’ve been on the chopping block.

The rest of the high school had to keep their cool and we did.

For two years we walked on egg shells.

For those of us, who weren’t drugged up or under the influence of cocaine, we took the social brunt of about forty (40) cocaine users and cocaine addicts our senior year.

The Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education was two years of social ridiculousness and guarding oneself from cocaine addicts or cocaine abusers or cocaine users who wasted time and who were outright uncivilized and cruel and mean-spirited to anyone of their peers not at all like them, simply because the staff and teachers and student body let one group of about forty cigarette smokers and cocaine addicts and cocaine users and cocaine abusers get away with destroying the natural peace and natural order and overall peaceful composure of an entire campus in the year of 1996, it doesn’t make it right.

Yes, “I want my money back” (only as an expression.)

Yep. I do. Nope. I don’t.

No, Not literally.

The past is the past.

Leave the past to rest.

We allow for bygones to rest.

We allow for “bygones to be bygones.”

We bury the past.

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Lie#7

Well, lie number #7 is all about how in the first week of June of 1996, week of our graduation, face-to-face, I told my private junior high best friend while and during at the Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education’s grounds about how two (2) young respectful men from the graduating class of 1995 music department for whom both young men hadn’t ever met or gone to school with my previous junior high private school friend since she was a cocaine addict from the graduating class of 1997 at the Rudy Perpich Center for Arts Education and I told her both young men had taken ‘a group of us’ (unnamed) out back to “the field” and duct taped us and left us there which none of such an event ever happen. Thank goodness. Gentlemen, thank you.

Well, it was all a complete lie.

Yes, I wanted to test my cocaine addict best friend’s brains for logic and reasoning skills and IF the one lie were ever told or spread and/or reached any one else’s ear(s) other than by my at-the-time cocaine addict friend who in her junior year of high school and senior year of high school had to go through cocaine addiction recovery and rehab therefore we’ve come back full circle round.

Personal Insert Here:

{September of 1996, before I left for one private Liberal Arts College, I told my dad what had occurred my senior year of high school and my dad out loud laughed and heaved from laughing as hard as all of it and told me he thought it was the stupidest and funniest story he’d ever heard in his entire life and told me not to worry about any of it and to concentrate on my continual higher education studies and college work and to remember to have fun and also, my best company is, myself.} Okay.

Yes, I win. I get to walk away with my transparent integrity.

Personally, I’m sorry, I ever made mention by name of any of the two great friends’ and best buddies and class mates and graduates of the class of 1995 and magnificent and respectful school mates to all and any of us, however.

Clumsily, the two young men’s names safely came to the top of my head and then I was in a whole lot of heap of trouble and hot water with my brothers who I’ll consider my brothers until the day any of us dies.

Yes, we know each others’ scents and we know each others’ verbiage and also we know each others’ likes and dislikes and, and, and… we’ve camped out and peacefully broken bread and met through best friends’ of best friends’ from way back in the days in the nine (9) years (correction on date) of Episcopal/Ojibwa camp in Bemidji, Minnesota (1987-1996) and also met up as camp counselors well into our mid-twenties.

Please, forgive me.

You know who you specifically are.

Brothers, we respect you and love you. Peace.

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Back Story to a Forward Story

Of Mature Adulthood

Truly, in the year 2005, one of these two (2) extraordinary men offered to sit down and have coffee with me at “Muddy Waters Café” in Uptown, Minneapolis, MN. Yes, please.

He told me about his world travels and how for a while he’d been the drummer to a band titled: “Atmosphere” and he asked me if I knew what “Atmosphere” was? I said I didn’t know and he immediately recognized the truth in my smart face and words. I didn’t know. I don’t know. Person, place or thing? Musica. Yes.

Furthermore, at the time, my friend disclosed about how exactly he’d been fired from the band “Atmosphere.” Okay. Not once did I judge him. If anything, I platonically loved him even more if it were even already possible to love him more for his already well developed intellect and smarts and kind manner, always.

At the time, as I knew it, he was getting out of town and headed for Hawaii and he wanted me to know and also to find him on social media and we did for a while until I completely closed down any personal social media until my eighties when I have time for social media. Okay. Von Voyage. (“Another one bites the dust” and fled the Twin Cities of Minnesota for greener pastures and warmer weather.) Goodbye, we’ll miss you.

Yes, I was ever as proud as I could ever be for our amazing ‘hero of this story’ and his incredible and amazing and tremendous strength of character and will and testament to be such a gentleman to my face and not once brought up any lie mistakenly told about him which by mistake uttered my lips.

Even if he knew the one-and-only lie I'd ever by mistake uttered about him then not once did his eyes judge me or belittle me or make fun of me or condemn me to hell.

To me, he was pure kindness incarnate and I respect him more for his ability to higher reasoning and logic and peaceful conversation. He is a humanitarian human.

Immediately, through peaceful and positive interaction and logical and mutually reasonable communications he acknowledged and also understood I was still the quite intelligent and kind and smart “Gaby” (known as “Gaby” until September, 1996 when a PhD professor changed my name by accident) platonic school mate who wouldn’t ever go out of her way to ever injure his character or person or reputation thus I’ve set the course for a new future on a correct path away from malice or hate or envy or pettiness or jealousy to allow for forgiveness and let “bygones to be bygones” as my friend forgave me in person and face-to-face on such 2005 (correction on date) cloudy day.

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The Second Gentleman…

The second gentleman is also another equal hero in our story.

The second gentleman and I ran into one another on the streets of Duluth, Minnesota also in the year of 2005.

By luck, both of us with equal and wild enthusiasm and general excitement in our eyes we spotted one another without having to explain ourselves to one another or who we both were in any way, shape or form to anyone else thus and therefore we both with mutual respect and mutual general admiration towards one another with good cheer and merriment we both stopped and directly spoke to one another after he called out my name from up above while he half balanced on a meter of some type and without any malice, not once did he ever command me to tell him about the one-and-only single lie I’d ever told about him which by mistake uttered my lips.

He seemed to understand how sheepish and absurdly embarrassed I felt while I stood there before him as I listened to him fluently speak about his life and suddenly the lie rushed back to my frontal lobe and he gently and kindly without any judgment and humanely continued to tell me about his world travels and how he then lived and toured with a band out of Los Angeles, California and by chance at the time for which we spoke to each other he happened to be on tour in Duluth, Minnesota.

He’s kindness almost broke my heart.

Finally, his gentle eyes read my silent social cues and physical awkwardness as we both stood there as he smirked down at me while he half stood and half balanced on top of a meter and lamp post in front of Pizza Luce in Duluth, Minnesota, 2005.

Absolutely quite still and “cool as a cucumber” silently I stood on the pavement slightly below him staring down at the pavement without once laughing out loud even though I almost did and he knew it, I almost laughed out loud in the same way I did back in the days when I held my laughter back during class. I kindly teased him and kindly in turn he teased back. I loved him. He loved me. We loved each other.

We let out a breath of release.

We were once again one as we’d always been before.

Instantaneously my friend forgave me and seemed to think it was all a silly business, anyway.

We warmly smiled at each other and said our warm felt goodbyes and wished each other well throughout life. We turned back and smiled at each other and waved our goodbyes.

By the pace of my walk it was obvious I was on my way to someplace with a relaxing social mission to do absolutely nothing except rest and possibly dance the night away.

My friend looked like a photograph of a happy child. I was happy for him as he continued to do his best to balance on the half lamp post and half meter post. I don’t know.

We both recognized the lie I’d mistakenly mentioned by first and last name to my other private junior high best friend.

He let me off easy.

Graciously, without punching me in the face, he allowed for me to peacefully pass while at ease as I walked down the street and peacefully and playfully he sent me on my merry way to go play and have fun since he immediately acknowledged and understood I meant absolutely no harm to his person or his reputation or to him personally, always.

However, I knew not to mention a single word of an apology to my friend until in the far-away future when I would gather the strength of courage to write a private diary entry and publically online publish any and/or all of any content for fodder since “public records” are legal testaments and one must not ever lie to the best of their knowledge or to the best of their ability while one ever writes anything down. Correct. Yes.

Lie #7 (1996-2017) has endured two decades (20 years) plus another one (1) year of shame and the public knows and is smart enough and intelligent enough and kind enough to understand any and all material(s) from nonfiction real life is indeed and in fact subject for criticism and/or scrutiny and/or fodder for written records and written testimonial words with any one authors’ names or writers’ names below the written text or statement.

Moving on.

Next.

Face-to-face both of our male friends already forgave me in the year of 2005. Thank you, brothers.

My brothers knew I would return to correct an incorrect in a private diary and build up enough courage to write this testimonial about my social blunder and faux pas and mistake and lie all of those decades ago in the first week of June of 1996.

Personally, I’ve been blessed to know hard-core kind and intelligent and smart and beautiful Minnesota intellectual musician poets whose look in their eyes is nothing except respect and compassion and more compassion for me and my well being. Thank you.

We’ve gone through a lot together and alone and separate and apart (away from each other.)

Yes, I’m done being ashamed of my 1996 lie.

Gentlemen, thank you. You’ve made a better woman out of me.

All of Our Love to You, Both.

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Continuation from Lie #7

Lie #8:

(May 1996)

We’ll save this lie for another day when I actually have time to write about such any lie since lie #7 and lie #8 are connected and tied into one another and with each other. Okay. (Another blog for another day.) No, don’t worry I’ll get back to this subject matter.

Moving on.

Next.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

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Word Count: 8,531

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 8,531

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #2 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 #20 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #14 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #85 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

“‘And it came to pass’ usually introduces a tale of woe.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Metamorphosis (change of form, any complete change in appearance)

When Dr. Jekyl became Mr. Hyde he underwent a metamorphosis.

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Gabriel

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Word Count:

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

*) Week #14 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #85 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, May 8, 2017

“The paths to a cemetery are paved with suffering.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Mercurial (eloquent; clever; shrewd, thievish, quick, quick-witted, volatile; changeable, fickle; etc.)

If you study the actor’s mercurial temperament you may predict most of his moods.

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Gabriel

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*) Day #4 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #4 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 #20 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #14 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #85 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Saturday, May 6, 2017

“Garments conceal the suffering underneath.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Blanch (grow or become white or pale)

The news caused his cheeks to blanch.

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Yes, I’m partying…

No, I’m not able to “Bradford, MA” party

And write at the same time…

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Sundown Sabbath

No, I haven’t had a drop of liquor.

Mainly I drink Coca Cola and mix drinks for my current legal partner.

No, I don’t like the taste of liquor or alcohol thus I drink soda.

We’re having the best time of our lives doing absolutely nothing except sitting on our leather tan reclining couch in our fully furnished and finished basement bunker built under a rock in 1952.

We’ve been sitting around in my “boy-briefs” and my current legal partner’s in his boxer shorts for the entire Sabbath with mixed drinks and ate meals and had snacks.

Yes, we’ve been sitting around in our undergarments, watching a BBC’s three part series about Victoria Wood who is one of the ‘world over’ favorite comedians. Yep.

We’ve had the most amazing Sabbath sitting around in my underwear while we ate last night’s leftover Chinese take-away and drank blueberry raspberry vodka mixed with Coca Cola or Dr. Pepper.

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Bad Minnesota Service

At approximately 6:38pm CT tonight the Duluth, Minnesota’s Sheraton’s manager and quasi concierge rudely called me up and gave me attitude about having to call me. What eves.

He called up at dinner time on a Saturday night and practically belittled me with his sense of superiority since he had to make the time to call me about his services which he failed again and again to tell me what he could offer me and how much it would cost and continued to refuse to answer what --- if any, concierge services were made available or provided for “Club” members.

He stated there was a note left by the booking agent to call me therefore he was calling me as though he was doing me a favor. Au Contraire.

Ok, well what?

What would he like? A gold star?

A cookie and a pet on the head for doing his job? Please.

Directly I asked him what he had to offer our party.

He said he didn’t know and rudely informed me I had specifically asked for a concierge to call me.

Therefore in his snotty attitude and full of rude endeavor and fast like cocaine slurred words there he was like the “King of Spain” all annoyed to have to take time out of his precious work day to have to talk with a loyal “Club” member who only yesterday dropped via debit one-thousand dollars at Duluth, Minnesota’s Sheraton via phone.

Personally, I didn’t care the Middle Eastern accented speaking manager was as rude as he was to me directly, however.

Professionally, I knew his rude demeanor was rather crappy and indignant and disrespectful and somewhat chauvinistic to speak to me like a complete piece of garbage when I can run any Sheraton Hotel with my eyes closed and mostly anyone knows it.

Not only was I appalled by his threatened tone of voice or his insecurity to talk to me personally or his unprofessionalism to continually “throw the ball back into my court” and continually blame me for ever having asked the booking agent to please have a concierge call me to arrange champagne to each of four rooms we booked.

He practically told me: we could only afford one bottle of champagne split between 5 of us. No.

What I told him is I wanted four bottles of champagne served on ice to each room as each guest arrived.

He didn’t know the prices and would get back to me on Monday. What.

Go away.

Don’t bother me.

We’re having too much fun.

Directly, once I again Bostonian-style I asked him how much it would cost to put one bottle of Champagne into each of the 4 rooms and he didn’t know and would have to speak to the bar and once again get back to me on Monday.

Okay. Well, what’s the point of calling me up at dinner Sabbath if one doesn’t know the basic services or prices of anything at their hotel?

What a complete waste of my time.

Not only was the threatened Middle Eastern accented man an aggravating sort with a superiority complex and a complete fool and donkey’s ass as a terrible phone communicator, also he was ignorant of any of the services at the Sheraton Hotel since he further explained he was both manager and concierge. Ok. Whatever.

Yes, I communicate with people in the same manner people come at me.

No, I don’t get my paycheck by having to deal with the public therefore it’s not my job to have to cater or service the public.

Yes, I get paid to think. Period.

Yes, I get paid to take self-portraits and write a blog and think.

Yes, I communicate as most mature East Coast adults do.

If anyone comes out of the gates breathing hard and on the defensive or angry or bias or frightened or intimidated then I’ll “whip them into shape” because like heck if I’ll ever let anyone disrespect me ever again especially in Minnesota where customer service is subpar and people in this customer service industry seem intimidated or insecure about working customer service.

If customer service isn’t anyone’s “cup of tea” then get out of the customer service industry since when one works for any company then one’s face is the representative of such any company.

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Bad Service II

Friday night when I went to purchase beer at our local municipal liquor store the young woman who’s worked there for 3 years and completely new to me --- told me I couldn’t take my pack of 24 Coors beer on the bus unless I put it inside a paper bag.

What. Go away. Don’t waste my time.

“No, I won’t need a brown paper bag for my beer since I’m not taking the bus.” I declared loudly and clearly since she assumed I was taking the bus which is fine to assume, however.

Please, don’t utter any such ignorant assumptions to my face or I’m going to think you’re completely and utterly either stereotypical or racist or bigoted or dumb right off the bet.

We took the bus for 8 years of lifestyle while living in uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota.

We aren’t ashamed to take the bus ever, however.

Please, don’t ignorantly place me into any class category or think I don’t have any serious bank simply and because I’m recently dressed in my $5.00 awesome Target t-shirts or dressed in incredibly awesome $20.00 H&M’s “conscious” jeans which are made of demigod materials and fit better than my last thirteen pair of Armani jeans.

Yes, we’re still purchasing 2017 Armani clothes which none fits either my current legal partner or I. We tend to donate our clothes with tags still on them and brand new.

Yes, Target and Old Navy and H&M have saved our lives in 2017 for wardrobe otherwise we’d walk around like stuffed hotdogs.

“Drop the attitude. You work in a shop.”

Yes, I do get “sick and tired” of living in Minnesota’s racist and classist culture which it’s either the “shop people” or “customer service workers” who throw around the most attitude and negative energy into the miscommunications mix. I’m not here to babysit anyone since my money counts for the hard work we put into the workweek.

Yes, I speak back to people exactly the way people speak to me.

If one were to address me as though I’m a sub-species of the human race then be quite well prepared for me to rip anyone a new rectum since I’ve learned a few things or two in Boston from the age of 11-28 about haters and their miscommunication and insecurities to have to serve the public.

Serving the public is a tremendous responsibility and privilege.

Bostonians are the sweetest people in the entire world until one gets all weird and stupid in the head then Bostonians will immediately put anyone in their place.

No, it’s not pleasant to go through it or to witness any of it since Bostonians don’t mess about with miscommunication since in Boston there’s millions of people to deal with each and every single day while in Minnesota’s Twin Cities at most there’s only a few hundred thousand yet Minnesotans act as though a few hundred thousand is the entire world which it isn’t anywhere near a million people, alone, to contend with.

No, I don’t hate Minnesota or Minnesotans.

Nonetheless, I hate living in Minnesota since it’s petty and class obsessed and racist and ignorant and cultureless and angry and aggressive and insecure and sad and desperate.

Personally, I truly don’t believe the Twin Cities is ready to be the next New York City since the attitude here is constantly “them against us” or “us against them.” Okay. Whatever. How violently boring.

There’s no unity in Minnesota.

Only further empty and shallow competition.

The Minnesotans and the Midwesterners are difficult to swallow at the best of times.

Minnesotans and Midwesterners are mainly an angry bunch in the middle of the country which undermines any foreigners or holds grudges forever and give themselves cancer from the stress of their made-up hatred.

The Minnesotans hate with the passion of devils.

The Minnesotans are some of the most hateful people I’ve ever met in the same manner the Costa Ricans are hateful and mean-spirited and racist.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,472

Word Count: 1,632

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 822 + 2,770 = 3,592 + 1,632 = 5,224

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #2 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 #19 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, May 5, 2017

“Suffering is precious, for it is a divine covenant.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Blatant (brawling, clamorous, noisy, bellowing sound)

He could not stand the blatant cries of the angry mob.

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--- Beastie Boys

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Trump/Russia

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

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Ought to be legalized

In 2017-2018

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Notes

The re-education of America

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Yes, I’m partying…

No, I’m not able to Bradford, MA party

And write at the same time…

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 822 + 2,770 = 3,592

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

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, May 4, 2017

“Suffering can also make one laugh.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Mandatory (authoritatively commanded, of obligation)

The decision of the jury forced the judge to pronounce the mandatory death sentence.

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The Re-Education of America

“Unaffordable Health Care Act”

2017

WIC will stay and continue forever.

Cancer is treatable.

No, the Senate ought not to pass this new Republicans’ insane “Unaffordable Health Care Act” bill which is only a tax cut for the rich 1%.

Yes, our one neighbor will possibly die from her brain tumor and our other neighbor will hemorrhage to death and our other neighbor will most likely die from cervical legions and I, right along them will be buried.

OMG.

Yes, both my current legal partner and I can afford “Minnesota’s Blue Cross and Blue Shield,” super deluxe, however.

No, both my current legal partner and I aren’t able to go up against any “Unaffordable Health Care Act” when pre-existing conditions will once again be considered illegal under this new hateful Republicans’ nitwitted hatefully rushed and presented health care bill otherwise I may end up dying from non-cancerous fibroid uterine tumors. I’ve always known it could be a realistic possibility.

Please, don’t take us back to the years 2006-2011 when I didn’t ever mention to any of our doctors or nurses, I had non-cancerous fibroid uterine tumors as a pre-existing condition thus and therefore I went untreated for nearly five years for my present existing condition.

Yes, I had malignant melanoma at age of 23. I’ve always known cancer is only around the corner waiting to kill me which cancer is mainly what humans die of.

Please, once again don’t make me lie about my health simply and only to stay on our healthcare plan. Please, no.

When I’m not able to legally speak out to our private doctors and surgeons about my health then I’ll have to go untreated and “I promise, I promise” I’ll die from my condition without any surgery or medical expertise involved.

Currently, women of Maya indigenous background and their life expectancies is 38 years of life mainly from untreated non-cancerous fibroid uterine tumors or untreated women’s cancers.

The reason as to why presently Maya indigenous women die from a low life expectancy at the age of 38 is because women’s illnesses and diseases go untreated by any medical expertise.

When I’m not at all covered by any healthcare provider for any pre-existing conditions then I and tens of thousands (correction) of American-Indigenous women will surely die by the age of 40 in present modern America simply by going untreated.

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Any “Affordable Health Care Act” is thus affordable henceforth possibly American capitalists or American corrupt attorneys or American bought-for judges or American ‘fat cats’ or American cronyism or American lobbyists or American corruption or American hateful and fascist Republican politicians outright murder the American taxpayers through high medical bills or under-the-table capitalist commercial healthcare.

Authored bills don’t get passed through Congress as some type of “Dodge Ball” effort to hit the taxpayers under the belt where it most hurts to get hit. No.

Authored bills get passed through Congress when bills are well written and don’t give away the rights and freedoms of the American taxpayers simply because Republican politicians are greedy and hateful and desire to freely “live off of the hog” while 23 million (correction) American families will starve to pay high medical bills in exchange for food or simply die from lack of basic medical annual physical checkups.

What.

No way.

The re-distribution of wealth isn’t any type of option.

Yes, we must look at affordable healthcare as an asset rather than an obligation to our elderly and sick and ill and poor.

Modern Americans must not think of “affordable healthcare” as a “burden” or “obligation” more as a “rites of passage” and as a mature adulthood right to freedom and awesome lifestyle and great living for all of Americans and not only the minority few oligarchs or the healthy or the rich.

America is an American Republic Democracy and not any type of monarchy or utilitarian state of dictatorship or anarchy. No.

Healthcare is a humanitarian right.

Healthcare is capable and able to be affordable through three specific means of financing the “Affordable Health Care Act.”

One, the American taxpayers through our Congress men and women Senate legislative body might either decide to choose: “Affordable “Universal” Health Care Act” or “Affordable ‘Single Payer’ Health Care Act” or “Affordable “Social” Health Care Act.”

Two, whenever the American taxpayers decide which of one of the three options American taxpayers prefer to pay then let’s implement any type of “Affordable Free-America’ Health Care Act” and let’s do it sooner than later since tens of millions of Americans die from lack of preventative medicine such as something as simple as annual physical checkups.

Three, personally I don’t know which of either of the three “Universal,” or “Single Payer” or “Social” “Health Care Act” for “Free-America” will be the most beneficial in the long term as well as affordable as possible to 80% of American taxpayers when it comes to “out-of-pocket” expenses since there hasn’t been any cash on the ground since 1992-1996 when Mr. Clinton was president of the United States of America.

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Sundown to Sundown

By choice, we don’t eat dinner most Sundays and Mondays for most of 2017 unless all of our neighbors eat.

We fast from sundown to sundown along with our neighbors who don’t afford to eat food from sundown to sundown.

Yes, some of our neighbors tend to go without food from Sunday nights until their paycheck on Mondays at 7:00pm CT henceforth, we, too, fast with our neighbors since our neighbors don’t want our charity.

Mainly our neighbors want economic mature adult freedom since none of us are putting on any front.

Our neighbors know for the first time in 2017 we didn’t receive a raise in our entire 25 years of two awesome careers.

We can barely make it on our $38,000 (correction) per annual household budget in the case study we’ve participated for eleven (11) year thus we don’t know exactly how any 80% of American taxpayers afford to eat and decently dress themselves and keep a roof over their heads and put food on the table for their young when mainly American adults are the one who starve for our American babies to have the right to sit at the table and eat each and every single day of the week without skipping any meals at all for our American children.

Power to The People.

Americans, we don’t leave anyone behind.

Americans are true to their word because fact checking is the easiest aspect to living and lifestyle.

Americans are true to their neighbors even if we don’t like each other.

Americans will love and watch out for our neighbors no matter how many times I rightfully and sternly yell at both, disrespectful neighborhood children or adults to “mind their own business” or to “get off of our private property.”

As fully mature adults we choose to fast from sundown to sundown since our neighbors don’t have the options as we do.

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Those who don’t, teach.

Those who do, do.

Those who do and write about the process of doing, criticize.

Personal Boycotts

No, my personal boycotts aren’t imposed upon my current legal partner since legal partner is a mature adult man of 53.

Yes, my current legal partner likes to take me out on early morning dates to “Menards” hardware store. I abide by his amazing invitations since “Menards” is my favorite hardware store for our early morning dates after breakfast at any local greasy spoon.

My personal 30 year boycott of “Menards” and anything by “Exxon Mobil” and “Shell” oil is my personal boycott and not current legal partner’s.

No, I don’t ever pass up a “Menards” date with current legal partner.

My current legal partner’s a “night owl” and doesn’t stay up past 12:00am CT.

However, if current legal partner decide to then he could stay up until 4:00am or 5:00am then he would.

Nonetheless, we tend to keep a healthy, bedtime hygiene routine since I’m a morning person and the earlier we can get up then the more we can get done in one day or not, without killing ourselves.

Plus, I do tend to move slower than current legal partner does thus most of life takes twice as much effort as it does current legal partner since current legal partner’s 6’1” and I’m 5’3”.

No, I’m not any type of “procrastinator” simply and only a “bad time manager” since I do “clock out” mostly at the same time each workday therefore I do quite well in life and time management.

My only real daily personal goal before we retire for the day is to get “cleaned up” and showered before bed thus I don’t drag my entire day into bed with us.

We like to get into bed early enough to get six to eight hours of “beauty rest” since sleep is what keeps humans from looking older or quickly age badly.

Health is bed hygiene.

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Healthy Lifestyle

Yesterday, we went ahead and withdrew another five grand in cash since our paycheck is peanuts compared to what it ought to be in 2017.

No, we don’t keep any cash at home under the mattress or anywhere else for such matters.

Health is “cash on the barrel head.”

Yes, within the recent decade most millionaires we’ve met are “cash poor” in the same way others are “house poor.”

Hardly, any millionaires have any cash since to see cash on the ground is rare even for millionaires.

The Spaniards of Barcelona, Spain taught me not to ever pick up any coin or cash money from the ground thus it must be saved for the “poorest of the poorest” to leave coin alone especially when one drops it.

Since I can read and write then I have the means to make a living while the illiterate don’t per say have much of any means to make any type of living which much leaves the illiterate starved and mean and bitter about their lot in life.

Health is being thoughtful of others.

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Health is great friendships

Yes, my best male and best female friends of three decades and I platonically hold hands while we walk down the street since we’re not insecure about the fact I’m in a monogamous marriage to a man or until either one of us dies of natural causes in old age.

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Health is longevity

No, smoking and drinking and drugs won’t kill you any faster than organics do.

No, we don’t touch much less eat organics no matter how huge the lie is about organics which organics produce are grown in ten different types of pesticide chemicals in the soil while commercial produce are grown in natural soil and sprayed with pesticide chemicals which one is able to wash off sprayed-on pesticide chemicals before doing any culinary arts.

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Health is keeping up with one’s private property

Yes, we must purchase a $200.00 lawnmower since summer seems to be right around the corner.

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Health is the Re-distribution of populist wealth

Mainly I’ve been thinking about how to get a long-term on-going influx of cash onto the ground since even the wealthiest of the wealthiest don’t have cash either.

For the past eleven (11) years, we’ve lived on $38,000 per annual household budget for two adults, and we’ve had more cash on hand than most any millionaires we know.

We know, we know.

We’ve paid for mostly anything with cash for the past eleven years, which even most millionaires aren’t able to afford “cash on the barrel head.”

Most millionaires are the same as people who are “house poor” in the sense most millionaires are “cash poor” and must be home bound.

No, I’m absolutely not any type of Einstein. No.

Simply, I’m one private American citizen and civilian immigrant who isn’t the most sensitive person in the world yet I don’t like to see modern intelligent humans suffer from the basic need of want such as food and cash and basic resources and necessities.

Yes, before I die of older younger age and of natural causes. I’ve prepared myself to do some intricate finance thus I may possibly in the long term future open up an independent branch of the banking system such as a co-operative bank and rock the system within yet separate and on the side of the American taxpayers.

This post-modern American system of commerce and wealth has to change since the American taxpayers are the ones to get squeezed out like hotdogs on a bun.

Yes, I love hotdogs.

Yes, I’ve visited and taken private tours of Buffalo, NY hotdog factories.

Let’s not pretend like we don’t know what’s in a hotdog, although please don’t ever remind me since “I love me” some hotdog.

What happened to the American spread of democratic wealth and the spread of the cash dollar?

What happened to the American common wealth?

What happened to our nationalistic duty to take care of those in need and the ill and hungry and poor?

What happened to our greedy American politicians?

Personally, I thought American politicians didn’t allow for our American taxpayers to starve since politicians only hold their seats in Congress or in the White House depending on how many mouths eat.

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Critics are vitally important people

PhD critics are vitally important to American culture and society at large otherwise an uneducated populist majority might think the uneducated know best for an overall country when the majority of the overall country’s been starving since 2000 through seventeen (17) years of war.

Personally, ‘I’m sick and tired’ of seeing American taxpayers act like the “great unwashed” since American taxpayers pay exorbitant amount in taxes simply to basically live and function yet nothing much else gets done with our American collected taxpayers’ taxes other than war and more war and more war.

Personally, ‘I’m sick and tired’ of seeing American taxpayers act like “economic slaves” since American taxpayers pay exorbitant amounts in taxes simply to basically live and function yet nothing much else gets done with our American collected taxpayers’ taxes other than war and more war and more war.

Personally, ‘I’m sick and tired’ of seeing American taxpayers act like “economic victims” since American taxpayers pay exorbitant amounts in taxes simply to basically live and function yet nothing much else gets done with our American collected taxpayers’ taxes other than war and more war and more war.

Why isn’t Congress able to bring our American troops home after seventeen (17) years of war trauma to our American families, friends and co-workers?

Why isn’t Congress powerful enough to bring our American troops home from ghastly wars no one ever wins?

And if we do “hypothetically” win then most of America’s Congress’s adult children don’t ever have to serve in any wars thus war is only for “career military families” or “the poor” or “disenfranchised.”

What will it take to get American taxpayers’ taxes talking again and build a Clinton era filled massive influx of cash on the ground with low gas prices and low food prices which is the only thing American taxpayers’ taxes are interested in seeing new schools built with at least central air and new technologies and low food prices and low gas prices and free healthcare for our entire nation and free education and free food for students.

Yes, personally ‘I’m sick and tired’ of living in impoverished and angry and physically violent America for which pays exorbitant taxes yet American taxpayers’ taxes end up on the table of the filthy rich and clueless rich while the rest of the starved America watches on as it drools from hunger pangs and starvation.

America’s taxpayers don’t want to be any type of celebrities or oligarchs or greedy politicians. No.

American taxpayers want to be well educated and hold cash.

American taxpayers want what they have coming to them which is exchange of a free Republic Democratic system in which we all get to peacefully vote and eat and not only the few beautiful or successful or lobbyists or Congress or the White House or the Pentagon or the rich get to eat while 80% of the population starves in exchange for paying medical bills.

The End.

El Fin.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,700

Word Count: 2,770

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 822 + 2,770 = 3,592

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #3 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 #19 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

“Suffering [sorrow] makes bones thin.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Lugubrious (mournful, often ridiculously sad)

The lugubrious expression on his face aroused our sympathy.

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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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Impeachment 2017

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

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Ought to be legalized

In 2017-2018

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No Blog

Nursing a terrible sinus cold

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal diaries

Word Count:

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 814 + 822 = 1,636

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

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

*) Day #2 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 #19 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

“Not to know suffering means not to be a man.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Luminous (giving forth light, bright)

The luminous cross on the hill could be seen at great distance.

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No, American taxpayers don’t cut deals with either fascist totalitarian murderous leaders such as Russia’s quasi president fascist or North Korea’s immature totalitarian child who is threatened by our idiotic present president’s empty threats of war or by Polynesia’s insane man.

Could one imagine Hitler visiting the White House for tea?

OMG.

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Yes, our family’s Springfield, MO dance studios and real estate company are under water.

We’re only grateful to have our family and friends safe.

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Yes, I’m 39 years of life.

No, I’m not 22.

Anywhere, I’ve gone within the past year, strangers continually ask me if I’m 22 and when I tell them I’m 40 they almost and nearly fall over.

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Monday night we watched “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.” It’s awesome. Thank you. We love it.

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“Henry IX” is wonderful. Thank you.

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“Hello, My Name is Doris” is wonderful. Thank you. Sally Field is one of my favorite actors as well as...

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“Bucket” is amazing. We laughed! Thank you.

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No Whining

No Complaining

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

--- J.F.K.

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Impeachment 2017

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

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Ought to be Legalized

In 2017-2018

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Life Notes

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Let’s get it together

No, cancer isn’t at all caused by birth control pills. NO.

Cancer is randomly caused by cells in the body which get activated by any random means possible in which cancer cells begin to rapidly reproduce and take over healthy cells.

Cancerous cells react something like an explosion of rapid growth thus it’s difficult to keep up with cancer cells once cancer goes wild and weird.

No, it’s not anyone’s fault when one gets cancer.

Forgive thyself and move on.

No, I’m not wild or weird.

Cancerous cells are weird and wild.

Mainly I’m not weird or wild since I was born with indigenous teachings and class and manners and sophistication.

We don’t accept weird and wild unless we become demons which demon spirits are out of the question since life’s difficult enough as it is on its own simply to feed and wash oneself.

We accept life to be weird and wild.

We accept weird and wild moments in life.

Yes, life is by far more wild and weird than fiction.

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Low Immune System

(Sigh)

Yes, as of the early morning hours of Monday, May 1, 2017 we discovered yet a new and hardened lump on my neck.

Yes, must get medical expertise.

Yes, I must go in for surgery, however, putting off surgery until September 2017 even though I ought to have had surgery as of yesterday.

Yes, had a sinus cold for 11 straight weeks.

Yes, my immune system is low even though I’m having a blast.

Yes, I must get off the Escitalopram.

Yes, at our home we call Escitalopram the “candy pill.”

Yes, I haven’t taken Oxy-Contin since October 2013.

Yes, Oxy-Contin makes one feel as though one’s under water with a magnificently mispronounced speech impediment.

Yes, on Escitalopram one speaks well enough.

However, on Escitalopram one doesn’t have finesse balance.

Yes, for the past two years my arms and legs are bruised from small nicks against the walls and furniture.

Sober, I continually hit my hands or thighs or arms or elbows or knees against furniture or walls and all of the tiny little nicks add up and hurt. The bruises take forever to heal.

On Escitalopram it seems as though I have less eye-hand coordination than I usually do.

My average eye-hand coordination is awful since I was bred mainly to embroider and tend to fire and pick non-poisonous berries and not much else.

Plus, I’m finally willing to admit: I’m blind as a bat. (Not literally.)

No, my left big toe isn’t broken, although.

Exactly two weeks ago today, the refined bones on the top of my left toe in which I did get stepped on by stiletto heels is still sore and tender and painful to sleep at night even though I’ve been propping up my foot on a pillow.

Yes, Sunday night I had to get completely and totally topless in our kitchen since I not only burned my entire chest with boiling hot water and explosion of a ceramic bowl straight out of the microwave.

Yes, I’m great.

Seriously, I don’t have a single mark on my chest. I thank the Maya Gods. We had about 30 seconds before it was going to be an emergency room trip or handle the situation ourselves.

My current legal partner dunked me in frozen water to contain the burns.

My current legal partner once again saved my life.

Escitalopram makes people clumsier than average.

Both my current legal partner and I have terrible sinus colds.

Cheers.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal diaries

Word Count: 822

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

This Week’s Total Word Count: 822

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

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, May 1, 2017

“One man can bear more than ten oxen can carry.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Blazon (display, deck, adorn)

An artist was chosen to blazon the hero’s shield.

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May God Save the Queen.

Happy Belated Birthday to Her Majesty Queen of England.

No, I didn’t vote for Trump, however.

Yes, I would’ve voted for Brexit. Sorry.

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No Whining

No Complaining

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

--- J.F.K.

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Impeachment 2017

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

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Cocaine and Prostitution

Ought to be Legalized

In 2017-2018

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No Blog

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal diaries

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 #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #3 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 #19 without any higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #13 one sleeping pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG

*) Week #84 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

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