My Day to Day

I went to Hazel's in Northeast with my mom and stepfather for dinner last night. They had a $5 Monday burger special. We all ordered it, and it was really yummy. I really needed some beef. I eat it so rarely. I wish everyone well at Super Tuesday tonight. I had this dream that I was organizing all of these things in my old bedroom at The St. Anthony Park (St. Paul basically) Parsonage. We had a three cop car salute on one of my neighbors last night. I didn't even hear it. It was best not. The system is then able to be observed from a more objective angle. My bathroom is stopped up again for the second time in a week and a half. So much evil and so much telekinesis developing makes an old system very easily broken in its midst. I think that the line deputy was in the vicinity and thus he held things down or those cops would have gone crazed. All I need is to be strung up from a tree for being a witch, when I am the only one who practices nothing. I am noticing that people are having to deal with the tickle in their throats publicly. That is J.C. and he can go deeper if he needs to. STOP doing Wiccan Witchcraft or the consequences could affect the whole economy and YOU will be blamed. I sang at Adelita's on Sunday. I was in pain, and it translated into the songs I was singing ("I Dreamed a Dream"/ Les Miserables and "Out Here On My Own"/ From the musical Fame). I shook the system as I sat at the bus stop and let the wave crest and carry me out to sea semipublicly. British royal tester at my apartment complex yesterday. I think she lied about my trip to Aberdeen, Scotland. Harry will take care of it ASAP. She is from a English town 120 miles outside of London. She is like 007 Q, but Interpol agents call her P. Latinos are now shaking the tree. Everyone will feel it eventually.