World Economy

 I am taking it a day at a time, and life ain't a nursery rhyme.  Cursory inspections of my facilities are grave here and overseas.  The economy worldwide is about to collapse, but I now have an apartment to call my own as of the first of next month.  It ain't grand, but it stands, and I can have my men crash there if they are intown or in a bind.  It is a perfect portal space and thus privacy is a must.  I now know that the YMCA Southdale is on a bus route near me here and I will take advantage of it.  I have put on a few pounds, and I need to get back in the pool to reduce the swelling from AA.  My abdomen is in play, thus they are attacking my power center and centers of power every day.  Maybe they have B.S.'s is bullshit some might say.  I just walk away.  I ain't gay and I will stay that way.  I try to be nice, but ice is all I get.  I have 2 I have faith in and a cat I love.  Movement is steady and today was a meal for real at McCormick and Schmick's.  Upon review they say fuck you.  I was nice and it turned to ice.  I now await Bilt's credit statement about the facility in my Swiss bank account.  I was labeled a TYCOON officially today when the bartender used my Bilt card illegally overseas with just my phone number and the knowledge that I also had a Capital One credit card and a Wells Fargo Bank account in good standing.  I have a one-of-a-kind card from them.  My wallet, when opened, is the rainbow leprechauns and gays have always been looking for.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112