Time to Play

Morning Joe is in the background, but I used my power to do finances and to press mute as I write this to all of you.  I have been taking a break from my family and in the next few days I will write my mother a note to send with my rent check.  I will let her know that if she wishes to do coffee or lunch, I am amicable to that.  If she brings up any subjects that are negative at these encounters, I will be forthright in letting her know to stick to positive subjects for her own mental health.  I have not great wealth here, but I am gaining in power and my potential energy is becoming kinetic at this time.  I went to karaoke the other night, and though I have pretty severe laryngitis, I sang a powerful version of The Boxer, by S&G.  I am outing my connections now, publicly, and the charade is about to collapse all around me.  Aaron tried to come back yesterday, but he proved his malady and lack of reality quickly.  It did not result in violence, and for that I am grateful.  The man can be very hateful.  Eminem would whole heartedly agree.  Pharaoh has had some attitude problems because of it, but I know to just give him positive reinforcement when he deserves it, and to give him space when he needs it, for private reflection and now prayer.  Enchantment is an issue for Aaron, and now Kabbalism is dead.  I will only accept nonkabballistic suiters form now on.  Gypsies must refine their ways to play in this game of love.  It is love love in this match at this point.  I wish to journey today to pick up a few things that I need for summer, but it will be based on the weather and my feeling about the outside world.  I may make a pizza from scratch tonight.  Balance of the day brings Jake Gylenhall my way to say f*** you every day, b***h.  His attitude is obvious by that statement.  He obviously has not had his morning coffee.  A neighbor here is now considering new career plans after an attempt on his life nearly cost him his head and his bed.  I did a walkabout in a new dress, new nylons, and new shoes (The whole outfit cost $20.) yesterday that proved I am ready for anything and any event that may arise on a whim as I was in Indy on the night of the Gov. Mitch Daniels acceptance speech celebration at Conseco Fieldhouse.  I knew when to leave, thus I was not assaulted by the whole facility of people inside and not eaten alive.  Sorry Mitch, I guess you wanted a foot.  Maybe Jennifer upstairs could give you a leg.  I am not the one who harasses all of you, Joe, it is you, my way.   Get a clue and an actual farmer's tan today.  Ramp up for the next election now, and you could be a sea cow casualty in no time.  Soccer is on now and thus I will bend it like Beckham.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112