The forum has been switched off for the time being because of problems with a couple of hateful cuntal back-stabbing visitor/members who I've been made aware of. Fuck you bitches. Get off my site.
No more Twitter. That's it. Sick freak isn't getting any more attention.
Too many supporters have written heart-tugging emails to me. I love you all and my arms aren't big enough to hug you all. Looks like you're all gonna be with me until my last, gasping breath. Well, so be it.
To the stalker, I hope your friend drops dead of lung cancer right in front of you, you dirty son of a bitch. That'll teach you a lesson about life and being kind to people who aren't well. You're going to be ALL ALONE when the old man dies -- and that's coming soon. Then you'll die alone from your scourge hated by everyone you leave behind. I'll spit and piss on your fucking grave. Before he dies, I'm going to mail him all your swill to make sure he changes his life insurance policy and takes your miserable name off it! You bet your sweet faggot ass, mother fucker. You're not gonna get one dime left to you to PROFIT OFF HIS DEATH. You don't deserve any breaks as a reward for your stalking me online or for the vindictive interference you have caused in my life.
Yeah it sounds mean but I'm fed up with this motherfucker diseased-brain stalker real bad this time.
Some crappy cheap camera daylight pix of the little 2-ft. silver Christmas tree I put on the seance table. So far the cats haven't attacked it. I guess they understood my threats, hee-hee. For their good behavior, they'll get some new catnip toys to keep them busy.
I had enough money to get One Step Beyond: The Official First Season today from Amazon. Been waiting for months to get it. I will have a review of the DVD when received. The master negatives were used and digitally restored, so the episodes should look like new, just like the Three Stooges collection from Sony DVD. I've always loved One Step Beyond when I was a kid when it was in reruns on KBHK Channel 44 in San Francisco. They used to show it late at night and on weekends with Outer Limits back in the 1970s. It's fun being able to watch the old shows again in this time what with them on DVD and all. No commercial breaks. The DVD, released in September, has met with rave reviews (see the comments on the Amazon page (scroll down)) so it's apparently worth the $30 bucks. Can't wait for it to arrive.
I don't feel much like looking for weird links today. I feel fatigued. Haven't been getting much rest as evidenced by the dark under my eyes in recent videos. Yeah, I do look sickly. I ran out of the Ambien sleeping pills, so my restless nights have returned. The doc says I have something called sleep apnea that causes this sleep disturbance -- but I think it's just plain old anxiety. But I do look burned out, but NOT like Uncle Fester. Dear God, that Twitter fucker is bat shit crazy. I'm going to lay down and try to get some sleep from my worries.
I paid all the overdue bills today so I'm very depressed. Took all my money. That is why I made sure I got my much-anticipated DVD to comfort myself in the days ahead. I can't stand this life. If only I could win $1,000.00 somehow -- that would pay up all the bills for a month and I'd be ahead and I'd have no worries left. But I don't have cash to gamble on a pipe dream like that. Sometimes life feels like being in prison, even though I've never been in prison like most people nowadays, ha-ha. Seems like every time I get a little money to spend it all goes out to the rent, the energy company, the satellite TV company, the phone company, the auto insurance company, the car loan company and the Internet service provider. After their take it's all but gone. It's like I'm just living to pay for services. I don't get any enjoyment out of life, except for the beloved DVDs I buy for myself once in a blue moon. My illness prevents me from getting laid. It's like I just exist in the world, but have no part in it. A strange kind of ghost-like existence. I'm haunting life. It's all just a big struggle. But I'm thankful I have my furry cats and a nice warm bed to sleep on and a full belly -- despite eating fish that eat dung. Ha-ha.
With proper rest I'll return tomorrow with a slew of new junk scrolling down the home page screen as usual. And, of course, new nonsensical drama to giggle at. Carefully study the picture below and somehow all the worries and aggravations of life seem VERY unimportant in the grand scheme of things:
And that's just ONE tiny galaxy out of countless others in the known universe!
I found a cute little SILVER 2 ft. Noble Fir Pre-Lit Christmas tree at Walmart to which I added blue polka dot bulbs and a blue star to the top for a Christmas display on the seance table. A little premature, but the colors of the lights have a curious, non-depressing affect on me. So why not. But the tree is forever under the watchful eyes of certain prowling felines who desire to inspect and possibly attack my tabletop holiday arrangement....
