When I go to concerts, I usually write stuff in a pocket book. My original pocket book has gone missing. Sigh. Now I've decided to archive most of it here in case it disappears or if I disappear ( M A N I F E S T I N G).
If I write "redacted" anywhere, it means something should be there but I chose to omit it for some reason. Here's the fun part. At an undisclosed time, anything redacted will eventually be written in full. You just need to be patient hee hee.
Here's how you can add an image:
Some lady has nice beige pants with black stars.
No luck again in getting anyone to join me. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Throat is dead today. Cannot speak. I dearly wish to speak again.
Dreary day to be a Spellling fan.
The angels! One white, one black. So cool! I should make an outfit someday!
I always think of Joe Frazier but George Foreman would be cool too.
I am still hoping not to be recognized. At least, by the wrong people, who I must remind myself, do not know they are the wrong people. WHo have never acted like the wrong people in any plane of reality that exists beyond my imagination. Still, I sparingly look around. Protect me angels.
A lot of people here look like Bre. I hope they're doing okay these days.