So, I was pissed, being called a harrasser, being told that i had been stabbed in the back by my former caregiver,being told that i must live with the fact that i had a piece of shit for a wheelchair and that i should just shut the fuck up, and live with it, and sira{the owner and wife of bakery} stabbed me in the back because she refused to tell the mental health manager, that i got pushed up the ally way by her, because the last time my mental health case manager came by i told sira to stop eves dropping on me. she is being a bitch but watch how Jesus works for me first off i lost my appetite- i could not eat my lunch so i left...i found out that i must have plugged the chair in wrong or something because i wanted to test it out to see if now it had power, it did, so i went down the treacherous alley way. perfect, i went up the sidewalk, perfect, i went across the street and into the catholic parish office, i just felt compelled, i asked them for a rosary, i got one as you can see below, I went to leave and wham, something broke right there in their nice warm office. i said i will look. the two sisters helped me and i figured it out, the cable came out of the engine from the arm rest that it has no power, so we plugged it back in and rerouted the cord so that it will stop yanking on it, that explains a lot about why my chair was losing power and pulling left when i clearly wanted to go straight. ok so then i went looking for a cigarette somewhere else off to the little store, and viola, first lady i asked gave me a menthol, tada{ i am always looking for smokes} so then i decided to go home, wham the arm fell off again. i called 911, here comes two fire trucks and o m g buff young men start looking for allen wrenches, other wrenches they fixed the arms so that i can reach them and tightened them in and my chair is now perfect except for that clacking sound so now i know what to do, if my chair breaks down call 911 and enjoy the youngsters doing everything they can to help -for free, and i wont have to harrass anyone anymore Hallelujah JESUS RULES AHAHAHA THESE ARE THE GREAT WORKS OF OUR GOD AND THAT IS WHY HE RESSURECTED ME FROM THE DEAD, I WANTED TO TELL THE JWS, BUT THEY DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD'S POWER NOW- THEY THINK I AM A BIG FAT LAZY UGLY LOSER OF AN APOSTATE THAT PARTAKES WRONGLY AND PUT ME OUT OF MY FATHERS HOUSE, I ASK GOD TO FORGIVE THEM SO THAT THEY WILL NOT DIE, BUT I KNOW GOD, THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE WHO HAVE HURT ME BEYOND REDEMPTION. i AM A NICE WOMAN, AND I JUST DON'T WANT ANYONE TO DIE,EXCEPT FOR PEOPLE WHO LIKE DEMONS AND INVITE THEM IN ON PURPOSE....NOW I WILL TELL YOU ALL- A LITTLE HERE A LITTLE THERE- IT IS NOT FOR ME, ITS ABOUT KEEPING YOUR FAITH STRONG, TO GUIDE YOUR SOULS WITH THESE TALES SO YOU CAN LEARN TO DICERN JUST WHAT IS GOING ON, SO THAT YOU TOO CAN SPEAK OF YOUR GREAT WORKS OF GOD, YOU ALL HAVE AT LEAST ONE, LET LOOSE BECAUSE IT IS A FORM OF WORSHIP TO DO SO, NEVER FEAR GOD'S ANGELS ARE HERE SURROUNDING US AND YOU CAN EXPECT ALL THE MIRACLES LIKE MINE ARE THE SAME AS YOUR SHARE IT, MAKE YOUR LITTLE LIGHTS SHINE SO BRIGHT THAT IT BLINDS THE ENEMY AND SAVES SOULS I AM AN EYE WITNESS, TO THESE THINGS AND THIS IS PART OF THE NEW BOOKS THAT GOD HIMSELF WILL BRING, LIKE SO MANY WHO ALREADY HAVE LOOSE THEIR LIPS AND SPREAD FORTH HIS GLORY HALLELUJAH
i have had 2 cats from childhood, one was a manx black with white booties named midnight-and then there was kitseeboo she was injured and could no give birth to live kittens. she got a broken leg and they catsted it. i took care of them but one day i dont know why, i took her in the bathroom and started beating her, she hid behind the toilet, and i became ashamed of what i did, and i picked her up and snuggled her gently and i swore i would never again do that to my cat.when i had my first child i spanked my baby for no reason, then i picked her up and swore i would never do it again, i went home to my mother, i was pregnant and being beaten and left with no food for me, and my first husband shit bag ate the last jar of baby food, in the house after spending our last dime on a camera that did not work. i started a divorce, but back then they made you go to the courthouse and talk to a marriage counselor, and he begged me to come back,i should never be around people who abuse me because i always forgive, and i forget... its not fair, why did you make me this way o God i am sorry i am not going to blame Jehovah, it's satn who did that to me, through a muslim terrorist. I have finally started to tell people to fuck off. It makes me feel good.
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