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Alyssa. Your year is actually 1973. You’re Filipino, right? Actually from the Philippines. You’ve been stalking me for quite a long time. Ever since we met in like 1996, 3 decades ago.
I’m unsure how you and I are related. But you aren’t from New York. Don’t you actually stay in the Philippines. Yes I am aware of the 1981 in Ridgewood, New York. She’s a bit troubled. But I gave her the name – “Angelana Oquano”.
Happy Birthday, Tara Jean. I hope you have a glorious day and a blessed year. I have fond memories of you when you were still a kiddo. The moment I laid eyes on you, I told your Mother, “That’s an Angel.” You were always a ‘special’ child with a special and blessed destiny.
We tried to get you in the arts by age 7. You were going to be a child soap actress on Ryan’s Hope. But your parents were worried that you may be too young. When you were in Junior High we were going to make you a ‘teen model’ and be part of the NY Academy of Ballet. But again your parents were concerned about you being too young. They were worried that you would get hurt out there on your own.
A Princess. Of “Atalya” – “Autalya”. Your husband – An Austrian Earl. Yes, I meant it when I would tell you that you’re a Princess from another world. Yes, you are. Austria – that’s where I think you’re meant to be with your cousins who look just like you, your sister, and your parents. Your Mother is from ‘Autalya’ too.
Well, I dunno why I was angry with you. It most likely wasn’t you, but someone claiming to be you. I would never say that ‘out loud’. I just get cranky and ornery at times.
I dunno if and when I’ll see you again. You did get into New York University. And you are Academy. And already Grover Cleveland and Christ the King. A President and Jesus. Can’t go wrong there.
Best wishes always to you and your family, Tara Jean. Happy Birthday. I hope this year, many of you ardent wishes and dreams ‘come true.’
I have to verify my x account – x.com/emmaruthZ and subscribe to premium. Gonna do that soon.
BFA… now BFB. Prefer it this way.
I should be leaving for World Trade within the week or so. It’s quieter and calmer since I left livejournal and started my own website blog. I already had one in the late 2000s-into 2010s – fairwells.com. Currently paying off the lease.
You know I’m crazy about you, John. *ogle*
Yes, Earl, you’re also a program running in the background.
Great song, RM.
Mbosso, this is a gorgeous song. Represent Youngbloods.
I was a bit sad earlier. SAD – Sorrowful and Depressed. Or Suicidal and Dead. Because I got into a fight with Tara Jean and Keanu and even John Wick. I dunno exactly why I was frothing at the mouth and spewing obscenities from a verra foul mouth.
Keanu Reeves has been my Boss for over 6 years. We get into rows now and then because we disagree about jobs and who I should work with. Usually I start cussing and flipping him off and cussing all over my journals. But usually I balk and then I walk out on the job and never return. That’s what I did to the emmereeves.livejournal.com, fairwells.livejournal.com, all my pinterest accounts, and all youtube accounts. If you abuse me or violate my rights I walk the F- out and never return. Usually because I don’t want to do certain tasks, but mostly because there are just some mfers I never will work with, especially if we hate each other.
I flipped off his bestie, Alexandra. It wasn’t her exactly. It’s her cats that were stalking me on livejournal. It wasn’t to YOUR Alex, Keanu, but her cats whom I fight with a lot, especially before.
I dunno why I would fight with John. I’m crazy about John Wick. Wuvvies u. He should know that.
Earl Temp. Well you are my first husband. Though we don’t fight too often.
Tara Jean. Why would I go in on you and say that about your Father. That’s a terrible thing to say. Just terrible. Words cannot be taken back. They can only be forgiven. I said some awful things about Tara and her Father. Oh well… dunno exactly. Has to do with whomever is claiming to be you. And now tryna to use me.
Cyril. In my thoughts. If I were him and it should’ve been me, I would want my Father and/or husband to make sure I’m DNR and an organ donor.
