So at around 11:46am, Mike walks by towards the backdoor, waves goodbye for his early lunch, and flicks his tongue! I know you probably think I’m making up more stories. Okay! I took a hint from one of those YouTube.com videos about ALIENS being involved in pornography, a lower chakra level! One of the actors happened to be bald.
No wonder I’ve been “mysteriously” placed right in front of the SLAMMING back door! I can see the “EXIT” sign to my left. I still don’t know why, really, if this temp job from hell was courtesy via TPTB and pals: Thanks, though.
Please someone throw me a hint or at least give me whack with your stick of reason! Am I supposed to just sit here, take the loud noises, watch creepy people with their sideway glances in my general direction, wait for my hopeless hand-out and finish up my karmic debt by working here until I hopefully get converted to full-time status; so I could feed my family?
Okay, if the planet is being ruled by these alleged reptilians (or reptoids), where does it leave the rest of us clueless “humans”? Are all of us humans or ALIENS?
No wonder that tall, handsome guy resonates well with certain “people” of “like-mindedness”, comme moi. It’s creepy but Theresa reminds me of Minh D. Both are Vietnamese females, shorter than me and talkative, a sign in people with “higher vibration”. (I’ve read about that stuff online).
What annoys me is that they are shorter than me, except that guy. Why can’t I talk to someone at least EYE LEVEL to moi? Anway, both have “special gifts” but neither one would admit. I’m assuming the spook, too, is like them.