20190921-0952. OMG! I’ve been post some Reply to Comment. And when I click the Published button, the Comment failed to show below the original Comment! WTF is going on? I am NOT please with this Blogger platform. Something is NOT correct or maybe I do NOT understand how to Reply to Comment?
Don’t tell me I have to go back to my preferred blogging platform over at WordPress, because this Comment feature by Blogspot does NOT seem to work. OMG! Why me?
20190921-0921. http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/09/leftist-closet-witches-shilling-for.html
So for whatever reason, the jpg image of the ‘nasty lesbian scowl’ didn’t show up on my news feed. And so when I visited the link address, I slightly jumped in my chair, had a quick rise in my blood pressure, and let out of startling sound of OH!
Now I know what to look for when encountering humanz with this ‘look’ for the first time. I did NOT like the energy signature of that image and I had NO idea this is what lesbians, nastiness, and witches, would look like. And when I have an unfavorable response to scary images, I would have to quickly avert my gaze and close the image immediately. I’d have to wait a bit to calm down and get a grip.
Call me crazy or overly sensitive, but I need to learn how to cope with this environment of difference, because at first glance, I do NOT know if a person is good, bad, or ugly. I would only assume that each entity exists for my observation and nothing more than at face value as I prolly won’t encounter the offending presence ever again.
I’m practicing tolerance with the understand that each entity has freewill to test my resolve. But I’m getting more and more discriminatory as no one would see or understand what I see.
I could only think of Jesus Christ over and over again, pray for guidance and direction, and ask why me? I do NOT know how to pray well or use nice words (ever) and only could come up with the simple phrase of: Lord, please forgive them for they know NOT what they do to annoy unto moi – or something to that effect.
Amen.
20190921-0855. http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/09/fixing-hate-filled-lesbian-scowl-with.html
In my OLD blogs, I published a page featuring my baby photo as inspired by that dream blogger, who posted his baby photo of a similar pose of that time. In my baby photo, I am already scowling. I believe the photo was taken during the cold blear winter and I was shivering cold as my little hands were clenched.
Fast forward, I still have a frown face. Why? Forceps, my dears, forceps! Sly S the actor also had a whiplashed smile due to forceps as revealed during an interview many years ago. To this day, I have a VERY difficult time smiling a straight smile without forcing the muscles to even out.
I’ve learned NOT to knit my eyebrows too much and this is to avoid making my already SMALL eyeballs from looking further SMALL. With the recent relax ‘selfie’ which is rare, my eyeballs appear ‘wider’ and hopefully NOT dead or bitchy.
As a result, I do NOT have wrinkles between the eyebrows or any crows feet. This is part from staying indoors and away from humanz who presence raises my anxiousness. I also do NOT frequent the outdoors as I’ve already sustained a farmer’s tan on my forearms while the rest of me is pale. Gross!
Oh, during photos and when I attempt to force my smile, I noticed that my eyebrows turn downward. I’m like the nerdy kid with wide eyeglasses and braces, which I had for five years during my childhood.
And yes humanz do NOT gravitate towards me as they prolly know that I’m a bitch, and being the eldest ‘cousin’ on my daddy’s side, I prolly inherited most of the thuggish traits of my ancestors anyways. Further, one time a stray kitty cat hissed at me from atop a wooden fence. The parakeets are afraid of me, too.
Anyway, I understand now why I avoid posting too much visual interpretation. In Chinese culture, smiling isn’t necessary. And so I’ve adopted that cultural heritage into my family photos, which I rarely take nowadays since there would be no one to share those moments.
20190921-0914. I’m hungry again and will take my shake drink in one hour to fill up my tummy until the next mealtime.
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A personal blog of random thoughts and other stuff.
20190920-2140. http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/09/demonic-possession-not-fun-at-all.html
Oh, well! I know what they are talking about and I have my personal stories and mentioned some of my experiences in my OLD blogs. But who cares? None!
One version is that these celebrities are artificial – androids and/or humanoids – all devoid of spirit and soul.
Another version is that they are under mind control – flip a switch – and a whole range of emotions come flooding through and the puppet masters can control their bodily functions and such.
Yet another version is simply demonic possession, whereby the core personality host takes a backseat and observes whatever inhabitant(s) are doing – none of which can be controlled.
So when I read and do remember the old posts about how y’all are at their mercy, I understand.
Behold! The contents of our fridge and the power of being under and unemployed. It’s okay. My daddy and I have made our peace with whatever we have available. We’ll probably go grocery soon anyways. We have five sardine cans in the pantry, by the way. It’s okay, really. No worries. It’s a good way to go one diet.
20190920-0553. http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/09/hillary-clinton-donor-finally-arrested.html
Okay, that’s sick. Two blackish, gay male escorted were injected with methamphetamine and died at the sick guy’s apartment. HRC and pals are truly sick.
Do y’all hear what I’m saying?
Removing words deemed offensive by cry babies is nothing more than book burning and basically is rewriting history!
20190919-2129. http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2019/09/our-spiritual-world-meet-mikeys-daughter.html
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=scritch
“the actual meaning of scritch is:
(1) (noun) A deep soothing scratch on the back of the neck or between the ears.
(2) (verb) To pleasantly abrade the skin beneath another\’s fur; to perform an act
of benevolence usually as a reward for past aid.
(3) (noun) An instance or situation where skritching occurs; a furr who enjoys
skritches”
Kissy Face? More like scowling-faced kitty will scratch y’all in the face.
Scritches for those kitty who loves more scratches, I guess.
Scritches will attack and protect the Boyz!
20190919-1812. http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/09/spirit-in-sky-where-i-go-when-i-die.html
For a moment there, I thought I was viewing a painting of hell with its fiery colorations of orange and reds. I can see the watcher. I wonder what the watcher is watcher and/or thinking.
20190919-1753. http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/09/meet-mikeys-daughter.html
The kitty looks tough. Scary! Piercing gaze. Ready to attack!
20190919-0306. Dear diary, I have approved three comments made by two of my favorite bloggers. Heck, they are the only two, save for that dream blogger, who seem to care about commenting.
I’ve been blogging here recently due to zero hits on my primary blog over at WordPress since the beginning of this month. I need to repurpose my blog away from rants. Eh.
And so there is no way to reply to published comments and that’s the bummer here!