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The bodybuilder thinks I’m obsessed. He told me I need to get past this. I need to do intensive trauma therapy. He was trying to be nice and caring, but I don’t need anyone else telling me to stop. I hear people when they say it.

I keep coming back to fuck you. That is reactionary and volatile and immature and unstable. But all I can process to say is fuck you.

Well, that caused a bit of a stir, eh? {D}, to whom in Vegas did you WhatsApp that to? You still on WhatsApp? Does the missus know? Do you still have it hidden on the phone inside a grouping named something innocuous? I certainly hope she doesn’t find out.

They released the video of the public comments. So here is the first one.

One tends to think of the Vermont EB-5 scandal and what happened later in Nevada as two separate stories. Vermont was Vermont. Nevada was Nevada. Different states. Different jobs. Different problems.

Well Damn, I spoke too soon. Snarky Email Thursday went down to the wire. 11:58pm. Sanctions would tires be worth it. this dumb bitch thinks I can monitor her child? What the fuck is even wrong with this whore? She cannot possibly be this dumb and also have the ability to breathe. I feel another arbitrator recusal coming on. 

It’s Snarky Email Thursday! Yay!

arbitration hearing at 4pm. I'm in a mood. Getting my public records from DOI July 11.2026. I just asked them why they needed 30 days to get me what should be easily accessible public records.

I hate everyone and everything. Let’s talk about irresponsible grown-ass adults and why I don’t fucking care anymore.

This motherfucker is killing me. I have been on the phone all day and writing documents, and this bitch is not answering me again.

Today was {S}’s 57th birthday.

{D} I say this for all the women of my hometown. Try to leave without raping anyone there. Just not in my state. We have real laws there, despite the rapist-in-chief.

I finally got a new phone after 6 years. iPhone 11 is gone. Well, no, it’s right here actually, but you know what I mean. I have a phone from this decade now. Yes, my dad bought it. Unfortunately, it’s pink. That’s okay. We will live to see another day.

My father has arrived for a visit. He isn’t well. He told me about it at dinner. Apparently, it has been several years, but he is just telling me now. Not sure why.

It’s noonish on Memorial Day. My mom is hospitalized. I just had to call to let them know she is an alcoholic and they need to watch her for withdrawal, and I begged them to give her a nicotine patch because she’s a runner and will pull her IV out and leave.

I had a bit of a panic attack. I’m actually concerned, deeply concerned for {A} of all people.

I am still worried about {S}. The ghosting is strong with this one. Or I’m just like super annoying. That’s a distinct possibility.

Okay, talked to {S}. He is trying the exchange first and talking to work about maybe getting enough hours to qualify, but Dr. {H} is adamant that he get seen ASAP. I’m trying to get him to let me come over tonight and take some pictures for her.

Well Stevie yelled at me. He wouldn’t respond all day. He just yelled and told me to stop texting. I’m kind of in tears.

I just sent a text. I had kind of written {S} off and frankly he doesn’t deserve it. But I wished him a happy sober birthday. I always remember every year for like the past 8 I think.

Ahhh what a lovely weekend. How was Maine? I hear it’s nice this time of year. You two are fucking idiots.

Today there is hope. I have a couple people putting out feelers for me for an attorney. LawyerBoy — I asked him to call in some favors — so he is trying to find some help. I’ve had complete strangers reach out. It’s been kind of awesome.

Something good happened. The Rock and Roll Lawyer came back. Men seem to find me way more attractive after I call them assholes and yell at them. I don’t know why that is.

I’m feeling bad for {D} again. I know I shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve my empathy. God knows he has never treated me with any empathy.

Still living in the conundrum. Is it worth it? Do I keep going? I am right. I know I’m right. I know it’s the right thing to do. But they make doing the right thing so hard.

I spent all day yesterday hyper-fixated on web analytics. The suspicious activity continued and was amplified by Todd checking the blog at least every hour.

I am waiting as impatiently as you are, Todd. I don’t know what is coming, though. You do. Congrats.

I don’t know if I should keep talking, but I need to talk. Maybe someone will take pity on me, and whatever is happening tomorrow will happen.

Whatever is about to go down is about to go down. Whatever the fuck is happening, the die has been cast. And I have a bad fucking feeling about this.

I don’t know where we are at right now. A flurry of activity on the website yesterday. I was freaked out all day watching it. Multiple people, and they are attempting to avoid the analytics.

So who narced me out? Which one of you assholes did it?