A plump new chick with big ol' tiddies just plopped her fat ass down at the camp in the median at the intersection where the night shelter is located. I'm trying to get a good look at her from across the street, but I'm nearsighted as fuck all.
I found a binder clip while I was tidying up the car today. That's what I was really looking for to use as a chip clip.
There are a lot of tents popping up along the boulevard and in the median, and many of them look brand new. The outdoorsmen among us must be getting ready for the winter.
Jake, the young red-headed wild man, apparently had some kind of mental breakdown, and is staying at his parents' for a week.
There's another red-headed kid here we call Opie Cunningham who doesn't have a lick of sense. He's been popped a few times for shooting off his mouth. The guy who popped him usually gets kicked out of the night shelter.
(09-27-2022, 04:08 PM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]I looked through the canned meats at the supercenter, and the Vienna sausages and potted meat were the only ones I think I can sell. The guys who buy food from a pop vendor after hours do so because they were counting on a free dinner from the shelter, and didn't have a backup plan. They can usually only come up with a dollar at most.
The trucks hand out so many cookies, crackers, granola bars, and little bags of chips that they're practically worthless. Nobody's gonna buy something they can likely get for free on any given day.
Sugary snacks and ramen are about the only foods that I could sell for fifty cents. I'm not gonna sell the handouts because they were given in the spirit of sharing freely.
With the cheap canned meats, I'd have to find a different cracker from the ones we see everyday. I'm thinking Captains Wafers.
(09-27-2022, 05:26 PM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]I'm thinking Captains Wafers.
OMG, heck yes...
Captain's Wafers are exotic...
They're the unicorn of crackers.
There's actually a huge special psychological association with them because you used to get them as a special bonus with your salad at restaurants.
I think it's a solid plan.
Potted meat is great when you mix in some mustard.
I love potted meat. Ain't gonna lie.
(08-31-2022, 06:58 PM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]I’m convinced that narcissists are blasphemers against the Holy Ghost, the one sin God is unable to pardon.
This woman says essentially the same thing.
4:10 "If God has walked away from the narcissist, why are you still there?"
Is it a coincidence that all these people have independently come to the same conclusion about narcissists?? I don't think so.
Yet narcissists can NEVER see the truth about their actions/behaviors, no matter how many people they've hurt in their lives tell them and try to make them understand.
That's why I think it's an incurable degenerative brain disease. Nothing else makes sense. On a spiritual level I do think the disease is caused by a demonic attachment that has taken hold over them.
No shower again last night. No reason given.
After getting coffee and cigarettes, I came straight to the park. I went behind a bush and cleaned up with some wet wipes in the twilight.
Other than the sound of traffic on the freeway, it's quiet and peaceful out here.
I'm lying across the front seat with a pillow over the center console to keep the seat belt latches from poking me in the ribs. When the phone battery is charged, I'll flop on my quilt in the picnic area.
One principal character in this batshit drama I haven't written about is the old, bald German woman. She usually wore a beanie to cover her balditude, but sometimes not. She looked like the crypt keeper without it.
This old bag would pick an argument with anyone and everyone. She would overhear someone else's conversation and butt in. After picking a fight, she would complain that the other person was abusing her. She was a constant source of conflict and drama.
The person she most frequently bickered with was Mark. The two of them would sit there and go back and forth like two year olds, neither giving an inch. It never occurred to either of them to get up and walk away. Now Mark probably is a narcissistic abuser, but it was usually she who initiated the conflict.
She got into an altercation with someone the other night, and they finally kicked her out last night. She asked someone to call her an ambulance. Some of these people use the ambulance service for a free ride to air conditioning.
Getting away from the shitshow for a few hours leaves little to write about. I got hungry, but I'm a little burned out on Jimmy Dean croissants. I went to the Walmart deli for lunch, and drove by both shelters to see if Scott was there. He must've gone to his daughter's house today. Now I'm back at the park.
The prospect of their victim blogging about their experiences scares the shit out of a narcissist and their flying monkeys.
Evidently I've become their worst nightmare.
(09-25-2022, 01:39 PM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]This is an open message to S***n S*****n-I****s and B*****a B****e.
Wanna play Wheel of Fortune and see how many letters we can uncover?
(09-28-2022, 11:54 AM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]Wanna play Wheel of Fortune and see how many letters we can uncover?
Nah, let's listen to some music instead.
What was the name of that fellow who shot President Lincoln? It was John Wilkes something or another.
Ol' Red sure was funny, wasn't he?