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I forgot to tell you that there were all these really cool looking cakes at the museum's birthday party, but these animals made sure that we got to see but not taste any of the yumminess. There is a little bit of a hint that THEY wanted to taste them so they had to make sure we got out of there. If that is not the truth, it doesn't matter because it might as well be.

And I am still talking out of my butt hole to my Mom about when all this is going to happen. She asked again tonight, like she often asks, 'for my sake'. MOM I HAVE NO IDEA THESE PEOPLE ARE CONTROLLING ALL OF US REMOTELY. I talked about flying to NY but I think I need to lose 20 lbs and get my hair colored first because, as you know, I have no money and I ran out of hair dye and my greys are really showing. I have never been so grey in my life. Actually this is true for 2 reasons: I would never let it grow that much, but also, now, 3-5-7 years later, I have so much more gray hair than before. They used to let me get my hair colored and highlighted like a princess. My hairdresser in Jtown even got me drunk once. And now, it's slob heaven.

So, grey hair is not a good sign. Because it  means my limo isn't going to show up tomorrow and whisk me off to my business discussions. I really hope they don't expect me to establish rapport with someone first. We've had months to do this. They'll say I've been sick up until now and I remind them about that lake....

The Day After the Museum - Another Day of Nada, Zilch

Someone asked me what I did today so here is my answer. I woke up at 3 to pet the dogs while my mom took the other one out. Karma got the best of me and I couldn't get back to sleep until the dogs woke again, around 6. I finally woke while they were out galavanting. In class I worked on the Genogram of the Rich and Famous, for what purpose I have no idea. I have a bazillion other things on my mind and I'm nosey-ing into other people's family problems.

I went for a bike ride, got chased 2x by a small brown dog. I tried to pray on the way home and wasn't able - the psychologist put a voice in my head that said 'yes' when I tried to pray. They continue to make a mockery out of the bible and my relationship with God. I can't believe it. Scripture says nothing can separate you from the love of God in Christ Jesus. So I guess that is true but I have no way of communicating with Him because God allowed other people to control my thoughts, even to this day. So Christians can go take a hike because they have no idea what I have been through.

When I saw all the divorces among the R and F, I was thinking who the heck cares about what I am contemplating doing. It seems so minor in comparison. Not that those people set out to have multiply spouses, and they can't control their spouses' choice to leave, but well stuff just happens in life.

They didn't let me eat enough all day. I have been hungry all day. I just wolfed down some cheese and garlic bagel chips but its not helping.

No dog no cry

Oh and he didn't want to cuddle.
And he's not really mine.
And the owner is jealous that the dog spends more time with me.
This same owner was jealous once before about something.
Don't you see the trend here?
Trend much?
Prison much?
Hope no one is reading this much.

The Prisoner

It was a movie, and it is real life. I am still in my cell. They don't have me chained to the wall but they control me in other ways. A virtual prison. It is prison because I lack freedom, and because they methodically leak torture unto me. They tell me to be positive, you know, glass half full, because no one wants to read depressing material. But this is my reality. And my brothers and sisters are either participating in the torture or ignoring it. So why wouldn't that be prison and torture? Especially when they tell me I am not allowed to harbor anything. At least in a real prison, you know your term, you know your schedule, you can make friends, and the guards don't pretend that they're doing you a favor.

Hopefully this will be all my whining. I want to make these posts interesting, you know, to satisfy their 'No Whining' indicative/imperative. But, they told me not to post any photos or videos disabled my computer. And this is quite ironic given what has been done to me with photos and videos. I want to entertain with these, and am forbidden, but many others had the freedom to hurt me with such mediums. They are tired of my complaining (and yes it shows by the wonderful glossy tx plan you execute on me and my family daily) but they don't let me be pleasant. Double bind much?

I am going to cuddle with my dog, but even he is a robot. Sigh.

Welcome Friends!

This is my random nonsense.
Today I will write a journal.
I went to the museum with Frick and Frack and they put on a show for  me. There were people everywhere, dancing, pointing, singing. That's right, it was all for me. While I was there, Itchy and Scratchy were making new friends at the you know what place. At the same time, the three st ooges broke into the other museum and hid presents all over the place. I've requested a treasure map multiple times to no avail.

I've been instructed to be senseless, so that is what this is. Also, I've been instructed to be positive. Because I am a Golden Retriever. Also, because we all get enough sucky stuff in this world, and I want this to be a place of refreshment and confusion. Does that m ake sense? And don't forget, I may always be a robot. So much for anyone knowing who I really am, myself included. Big frowny face.