There was a time- when I would not leave the house without makeup, my hair curled and an outfit that did me more benefit than not. This was for most of my life… If not me, then my mother insuring I was presentable when I went anywhere– work, school, social events, shopping.
That’s why I find this time in my life so amazing. I have all the time in the world- though I stay busy, and this is what I looked like when I left the house just before 7:00 am yesterday morning to go to Lowes [hardware store].
I got up around 2:00 am yesterday morning and went down around 4:30 am to do my first 3.2 mile session on my elliptical.
I then changed my top and sneakers [for black combat boots], put on earrings and a watch and went to Lowes. What did I need?
For my elliptical which I have nicknamed Sam.
I use the straw to spray just a little silicone in the joints at least once a day and I have absolutely no problems with “sam”.
That said– yesterday when I returned from Lowes, I had a mini bagel with cream cheese and jam, a cup of coffee with half and half and for some reason it made me feel a little bad. I fell asleep for a hot second. Then I got back on the elliptical around 11:00 for another half hour session and felt bad again.
I was feeling okay by 6:00 pm when I normally do my last session of the day– however for some reason I just did not want to go down and do more exercise. I am getting ready to go down now..
Food tampering? Yes, I believe that was the problem… FBI– this is unfair.. I said no. I got up at 2:00 and that’s why I was tired? I know the difference between a tired nap and one induced by some sort of drug. I awake feeling groggy. To much surveillance and I am owed a clean shot.. not more maiming and idiots trying to steal from me.
By the way– tell the boys to save their long looks for a pussy that scares.. I don’t.
And girls/women you think I am the idiot that needs your help? When I tell you no– hear no. Do not make me tell you twice… and bitch– I do not care who you are… This is not a game… and I am tired of idiots all over me pretending as if they could have walked in my shoes for these past 15 years and done the work I have done.
Get your hand out of my pocket and your filth away from me. NOT KIDDING.
And black girl.. save your shit for someone else. It amazes me you think you should run my show– yet legitimate help I could give you– you are to afraid to ask for.. white chump might hurt you… You should be more concerned with me and not a pussy…
Bitches– I am tired of you thinking I am your game… I came from the White Pentagon with clearances from the white fbi.. I worked with white men.. unless you need my services… do not and I mean do not play with me.