The life and career of a mermaid
Deep in trouble, still constantly trying to outdo me and bug the fucking hell out of me is Nancy Hogan. She's a true to life mermaid, an Angel. She's got my body. She was born in my body when one of myselves as starship cruisers died from a gunshot wound in the head somewhere in the Middle East. Now, you'd think this bitch would learn from her mistakes and assume a balanced and central life. But, no. She continues to bug me everyday, showing her back against me, telling me that I'm a nobody. Jeez, Nancy, you don't have to tell me that, I already know. At least I know that one of myselves will become an Ada Borstein someday, not necessarily me. But, I also know this, that I will become the next Gabriel in the next Kingdom of Angels and Oxen Gods and Goddesses.
You see, her name utters - nonsense, nancy for short - none - see. So, everywhere I go, especially in the kitchen here at Hood View Residential Treatment Facility, she follows me, hoping to tell me that I cannot have sex with Travis Henry, particularly. She thought, I cannot have sex with Travis Henry, but little does she know, I will have sex with Travis Henry for he is my husband in almost all of my lifetimes during my Agenda.
Maybe, it's me. I just don't know how to control myself from someone who wants me out of the limelight.
Again, deep in trouble for all the stupid things she said and did, she's going to die 500 Million Billion times per time period by true decapitation as a service girl, servicing the regular humans starship cruisers, black, chinese, white, jews, and persians. That's the only thing she gets. Hehe. LOL.
I'd like to respect myself and my body, but there are certain times in my life that I can't. I have no control of me, in other words, for there are too many others that are. All I can say is, each to her own.
People have this notion that if you go against me, Mr. Ada Borstein will call you a Master, give you a nice looking, brand new car, give you fabulous jobs, give you money, and everything else. BULLSHIT! I said, all of these type of people will work in their own pee and poop foster homes for one lifetime per favor won from Mr. Ada Borstein starting in the first programs all the way to the 12th and 10th programs.
You see, I'M THE MASTER HERE AND EVERYWHERE ELSE. Without my writings, they are nothing - nada, zilch, zero and watch me get away with my flying wings into freedom with or without me or them.
Actually, that's probably not true. I need myselves, I need Mr. Ada Borstein, and I need Mr. Travis Henry and the starship cruisers. Isn't it possible to ask to be left alone because the way I see things, I haven't got much time - I'll be leaving soon or shall I say, sooner than later. Heck, who knows about other mermaids, but let's talk particularly about Nancy.
She was born in a barn, raised by sheeps, led to her destruction by a goat. Is there anymore to say? Nothing. She's plain with no talent of her own other than make fun and annoy the hell out of people. Heck, she can't even spell or do arithmetic. She's as thick as a door knob.
How can people who cannot spell or do arithmetic or even read a book get better things than the ones who can spell or do arithmetic or even read a book? I'm telling you, the Gods must be crazy for thinking people like these are worth a pain especially, Nancy Hogan.
My boyfriend, DeMarcus is the same way - cannot spell or do arithmetic or even read a book, but he's disabled and a true one at that. Nancy isn't. She's faking her disability. Stupid damn bitch!
I don't care what you say, but if one of these days that Nancy is the author of so many books guided by Mr. Ada Borstein inside her body, while I'm the author of 3 books and my name is E.L. James, I said, what the fuck? I think Mr. Ada Borstein must have gone crazy or he really doesn't like me or maybe, he's a fraud, whoever wrote that juvenile song is, 'back that azz up'.
How many times am I going to say that if you continue to pursue taking over the Amy Angels' planets and realms, you're just making a big mistake. It's too late for that. All is said and done. By the time you get through to it, the realms Amy Angels will no longer give you more realms and Miss Warrior Amy Angels will no longer give you magical powers.
Now, how did I know that it was Miss Warrior Amy Angels that powers up the Borstein people? Simple. She's the only running around creating zombies, monsters, aliens, atomic bombs, nuclear bombs, laser lights, electricity, and sounds, not to mention every single power the Borstein people has.
Or maybe, I'm mistaken. Maybe, half of the Borstein people are not demoted. What's the truth in that? Not likely. So, let's get back to the previous statement that Miss Warrior Amy Angel powers them all, the Borstein people, that is. Hehe. LOL.
So, why would anyone want to annoy me when I know so much in a short amount of time? I created my own destiny, labeled it, and called it my own. I chose my own path, steer it to freedom, and now that I am free, I still get punished and shunned and shamed and denied of my right to anything that remotely comes close to my idea of sharing my wealth with them and with my own and with everybody else.
Why must I be brought to my knees only to starve me to halfway to death for justifying the need for revenge? Some things just aren't right. It's ok for them to use my body, but it's not ok for me to use their body. How stupid is that?
And Nancy Hogan and some other people I know will never understand what I'm talking about. Too bad for them, but it's not going to be put on my record. I state myself clear so that everything is understood. Ok?
So, just now, I went downstairs and sought the cook to see if she has prepared breakfast already. The next thing you know, Nancy follows me to the kitchen again. Hay Naku! (Oh well!) I guess some things will never change. Dumb dumb dumb - eee- dumb dumb dumb, oh whoa oh oh! She's no Roy Orbison that will become the next Reynaldo Mendoza. She's just a bitch!
So, there you have it. The life and career of a mermaid - Miss Nancy Hogan, stupid fraud.
Part II
Our subject now is Mey Saechao. She's a sugar amy Angel. Like Nancy Hogan, all three of us share a common bond, our bodies in which where it originated from is an Oxen God.
Now, Mey is a little different than Nancy. She's more practical than ideological. But, both believe that I did not make it to become a Goddess Angel and Mey and Nancy kept reminding me of this when Mey not wanting to do my laundry or her saying, 'I want her out', meaning I want her dead for writing this blog.
Whenever the need arises, she constantly badgers me with inequities, telling me that I'm less than a perfect person or in other words, I'm an idiot or both.
How come I sensed the existence of Miss Amalia Goddess Angel IV-II on TV as an interior designer when others who try to pronounce that they are me have failed? Is this some kind of joke, you say? Maybe, this is Mey is what she's thinking of. But, anyway, Mey is not my friend. She's just a girl who wants to live comfortably at the expense of others. Me, I do the same thing, but, I make sure that they live happy and comfortable lives sometimes. Neither did Mey said anything about this. And she further warned me that I'll never be her friend because I don't belong in her world, her Angelic world that she inherited from me. Damn bitch!
I mean, if I don't become a Goddess Angel, then who is in that body later on when this body of mine becomes a Goddess Angel? You already know that no human being can become a God without due purpose in life and all the path that he's taken, worked for, fought for, and lived for. So, I say, fuck you all - I made it. I'm Miss Amalia Goddess Angel IV-II. And let's revamped Miss Warrior Amy Angels' title to Miss Warrior Goddess Amy Angel.
If Miss Warrior Amy Goddess Angel let me go, she will fail and all female Angels in this side of the universe will fail. I guess it's better that way. Less stress. Thinking about it all the time gives me headaches.
And so since almost all of the female starship cruisers and Amys and Amy's friends and enemies have become mermaids one way or another here or there, let's toast to the legion of merry mermaids - adieu, sayonara, adios, ciao, paalam, and goodbye. We're all dead sooner or later.
NO TAKE OVER OF THE AMY ANGELS' PLANETS AND REALMS AT ANY POINT IN TIME.
