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the pos, spit bag in thief is having his fecal pride parade, June 14, 2025

my boo, the emperor

my brother called last night and shared that he and my crazy shaming brother saw a little man dancing on the kitchen table after our father died. that combined with a tongue talking, White house spiritual advisor make me go umm...

I don't always watch these, but read the titles, for fun, like it's from a fortune cookie. I am a simple girl and I love happy times.

who woulda thunk... that 'say it don't spray it' Tonka trump and 'speak it don't squeak it' cyber eel would squeal on each other all over their personal social media sites. pass the popsicles, please.

thunder:

"Meet you, Moonchild."

yesterday, I had a full day. I went to the free clinic, for a refill on levoThyroxine (50 mcg). I was weighed and it's what is stated on my license (104). my prediction was accurate, because when I got the license I was anywhere from 108 to 114, but wanted to be slimmer. during covid I got all the way up to 124. the nurse practitioner complimented me on my pinecone pendant and said I am the picture of health. she called in a refill for my prescription, then sent me to the hospital for a tsh. 'do not bill patient' was printed on the lab sheet in big, bold letters. I walked to the social security office, then went grocery shopping and the clerk liked my black tee with the large orange flower. I have to go back to the store and pick up some toothpaste, olives, toilet paper and popsicles. grocery outlet doesn't carry Scott 1000, my favorite tp that everybody seems to hate.