u/THEPSYCHPATHONDRUMS

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me in the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable,” while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident within my self. I read through a few poems along with the cliff note’s at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. You haven’t really given me the chance to speak for myself. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. You are the firecracker and I am your flame that pushed it forward. I actually feel the loneliness between us everyday.

You drift into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I try to think of good and positive things. You come to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I have gone through a lot of tribulations and never had the chance to be SAD. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I liked you and want to love you since I first laid eye’s on you.-DK

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me in the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable,” while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident within my self. I read through a few poems along with the cliff note’s at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. You haven’t really given me the chance to speak for myself. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. You are the firecracker and I am your flame that pushed it forward. I actually feel the loneliness between us everyday.

You drift into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I try to think of good and positive things. You come to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I have gone through a lot of tribulations and never had the chance to be SAD. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I liked you and want to love you since I first laid eye’s on you.-DK

My apologies… I burly woke up at 5pm, today. I didn’t arrive back in Los Angeles until 3am this morning. I had to go put gas in my, “Shit Brown Coca-Cola Tanka Truck.” And do some quick grocery shopping in our neck of the woods and go fill up on water once I arrived back in Los Angeles.

There was No parking when I arrived home because of the 4th of July three day weekend. So I ended up parking as what me and my mom refer to as,”Roach Motel.” I had to double park and turn my hazard’s on to run everything up the stairs and on to my porch before checking-in to the hotel.

I was so tired and sweaty…I couldn’t wait to get inside and take my clothes off. I think that my neighbors have been taking notice on how tired I can be. I found two black bowls at the first bottom stairs onto my property filled with clean water and some higher quality cat food for my cat fleet of children.

I would have stayed in town in the parking lot just to be near by “YOU” somewhere because I finally cleared my back cabin area of my trunk in the truck. I put a few blanks and pillows so I could take a nap if I ever get tired and need a nap…”A motel on wheels!” Did that in my little red car before getting totaled by a semi truck. I miss that little car.

I had No room with the water bottles, so I had to go… you were looking so sleepy that night yesterday. I wanted to cut some cold cucumbers and place them on your eye’s while you laid on my lap as a pillow with me rubbing your feet in one of the booths. But, then I will get banned and you fired.

I understand that you were “On One…,”when I saw how you walked out the door and didn’t look back at any one for a while. I figured you were on your lunch break or in Nunya… I was really enjoying my salad and the fact that I was in your company. I “HOPE” the same with you on my end.

My apologies if I didn’t send something into the universe to let you know that I was okay and see how you were “hanging like a kitty on a wire.” Well, trying to take care of my mom still questioning a set date for her retirement which has been pulling me out of the normal “INSANE” into the ballistic and belligerent behavior.

And with other tribulations along the way… I barely get time to myself. I really enjoy your company and want more from it. I have never talked negatively about commitment. I’m all about the pedestal and what not. I love you…

We still haven’t had that cup of coffee or a first date, yet. Also, you still owe me that apology physically when you’re ready. I figured that we are taking it “very slow like the smart turtle who wins the race and beats the rabbit.” No coward am I… Ha!ha!

By the way, I wanted to tell you. But that old cracker of a white woman that was asking you about meal prices up at the counter while you were up close to her trying to hear her speak she had her finger up her “who! who!” She was talking to you extra comfortably while she dug into her faded blue jean overalls.

I even crossed my eye’s. I don’t even know if you caught that…Oh, very nice touch with moving “The Special of the Day,” sign as far back as possible. Anywho, here with my mom sitting on my porch drinking cold cranberry pomegranate juice, eating Jalapeño Kettle chips, and about to watch some fireworks.

I hope that you had some more sleep than yesterday and getting along fine at work. If you did have to work. Oh, my finger’s got thicker again. So, I put on all of my rings this time. I was looking for your’s. Hint! Hint! I love you…-DK

My apologies… I burly woke up at 5pm, today. I didn’t arrive back in Los Angeles until 3am this morning. I had to go put gas in my, “Shit Brown Coca-Cola Tanka Truck.” And do some quick grocery shopping in our neck of the woods and go fill up on water once I arrived back in Los Angeles.

There was No parking when I arrived home because of the 4th of July three day weekend. So I ended up parking as what me and my mom refer to as,”Roach Motel.” I had to double park and turn my hazard’s on to run everything up the stairs and on to my porch before checking-in to the hotel.

I was so tired and sweaty…I couldn’t wait to get inside and take my clothes off. I think that my neighbors have been taking notice on how tired I can be. I found two black bowls at the first bottom onto my property filled with clean water and some higher quality cat food for my cat fleet of children.

I would have stayed in town in the parking lot just to be near by “YOU” somewhere because I finally cleared my back cabin area of my trunk in the truck. I put a few blanks in my and pillows so I could take a nap if I ever get tired and need a nap…”A motel on wheels!” Did that in my little red car before getting total by a semi truck. I miss that little car.

I had No room with the water bottles, so I had to go… you were looking so sleepy that night yesterday. I wanted to cut some cold cucumbers and place them on your eye’s while you laid on my lap as pillow with me rubbing your feet in one of the booths. But, then I will get banned and you fired.

I understand that you were “On One…,”when I saw how you walked out the door and didn’t look back at any one for a while. I figured you were on your lunch break or in Nunya… I was really enjoying my salad and the fact that I was in your company. I “HOPE” the same with you on my end.

My apologies if I didn’t send something into the universe to let you know that I was okay and see how you were “hanging like a kitty on a wire.” Well, trying to take care of my mom still questioning a set date for her retirement which has been pulling me out of the normal “INSANE” into the ballistic and belligerent behavior.

And with other tribulations along the way… I barely get time to myself. I really enjoy your company and want more from it. I have never talked negatively about commitment. I’m all about the pedestal and what not. I love you…

We still haven’t had that cup of coffee or a first date, yet. Also, you still owe me that apology physically when you’re ready. I figured that we are taking it “very slow like the smart turtle who wins the race and beats the rabbit.” No coward am I… Ha!ha!

By the way, I wanted to tell you. But that old cracker of a white woman that was asking you about meal prices up at the counter while you were up close to her trying to hear her speak had her finger up her “who! who!” She was talking to you extra comfortably while she dug into her faded blue jean overalls.

I even crossed my eye’s. I don’t even know if you caught that…Oh, very nice touch with moving “The Special of the Day,” sign as far back as possible. Anywho, here with my mom sitting on my porch drinking cold cranberry pomegranate juice, eating Jalapeño Kettle chips, and watching about to watch some fireworks.

I hope that you had some more sleep than yesterday and getting along fine at work. If you did have to work. Oh, my finger’s got thicker again. So, I was about to put on all of my rings this time. I was looking for your’s. Hint! Hint! I love you…-DK

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me in the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable,” while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident within my self. I read through a few poems along with the cliff note’s at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. You haven’t really given me the chance to speak for myself. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. You are the firecracker and I am your flame that pushed it forward. I actually feel the loneliness between us everyday.

You drift into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I try to think of good and positive things. You come to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I have gone through a lot of tribulations and never had the chance to be SAD. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I liked you and want to love you since I first laid eye’s on you.-DK

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me in the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable,” while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident within my self. I read through a few poems along with the cliff note’s at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. You haven’t really given me the chance to speak for myself. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. You are the firecracker and I am your flame that pushed it forward. I actually feel the loneliness between us everyday.

You drift into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I try to think of good and positive things. You come to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I have gone through a lot of tribulations and never had the chance to be SAD. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I liked you and want to love you since I first laid eye’s on you. -DK

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me in the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable,” while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident within my self. I read through a few poems along with the cliff note’s at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. You haven’t really given me the chance to speak for myself. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. You are the firecracker and I am your flame that pushed it forward. I actually feel the loneliness between us everyday.

You drift into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I try to think of good and positive things. You come to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I have gone through a lot of tribulations and never had the chance to be SAD. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I liked you and want to love you since I first laid eye’s on you.

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable, “ while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident with my self. I read your few poems along with the cliff note at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. I am the one who pushed it forward because I am actually feeling the loneliness between us.

You have drifted into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I was trying to think of good and positive things. You came to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. Even if it’s throwing me out of the picture to make you happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I loved you since I you. -DK

You have some good friend’s that look out for you at your job. I’m sorry that I thought you were ready. Didn’t think that saying a simple “bye” at the end of the night was going to be difficult and shoot me the foot, instead. Your coworker female friend walked up to me and just said, “I don’t think that she’s comfortable, “ while shaking her head sideways.

I took the interpretation as something else that she was communicating with in her body language. I let her know to tell you that I said, “Bye.” Let me know if you need me to approach slower and give you more baby step’s in still processing this relationshit. I hope that I didn’t or don’t make you feel awkward in my appearance or even anyway.

I want to be with you, but I’m not so sure that you actually want to be with me. I have been in some difficult relationships. But not any relationships causing me to jump through hoops and start to make me feel a little unconfident with my self. I read your few poems along with the cliff note at the bottom that you posted for me the day before yesterday saying, “wish me luck guy’s. Thank you. No response yet. Giving it till the end of today. And then…it’s the sad ending I guess😢”

I felt like that was an ultimatum towards me. When I read that, I got the impression that you don’t believe in me. What do you exactly want??? Your wish is my command since we both discovered feelings for each other. I am the one who pushed it forward because I am actually feeling the loneliness between us.

You have drifted into my thought’s many times because of your generous and genuine personality. When I was trying to think of good and positive things. You came to mind. Under this broad and BOLD exterior is a very SAD person. I don’t know if it has to do with my age and why my emotions seem to be flooding more than usual. I give a dame about you! I want you to be happy. Even if it’s throwing me out of the picture to make you happy. All I want from you is your happiness. I loved you since I you.-DK

**Drove 66 Miles to Waste Land (Looking for you?)**
You even have Minimum youngster “Whistleblowers” giving you the signal that I’m walking in through the door. I don’t want any trouble. We just started and haven’t had a first date, yet. Felt like I was in a western film, and all the towns people are hiding from me the antagonist walking on the dirt road in the center of town ready to start a gun fight.

I know that we had not seen each other’s presence since Saturday, March 14, 2026 just a few day’s before St. Patrick’s Day and we had not been in the company of one another since then. I understand the shyness…It just lets me know that I am alive. Nervous or not I was going to see you.

You could have tapped me on the shoulder from the back and said, “What’s up?!!” “Pennywise, Waiting.” I’m sorry if I miss interpreted the word STRONG for you, I meant because I was checking your body out while you would be serving meals to me or the other customer’s. You look strong. You one time were standing right in front of me at one of the registers of the Diner on your cell phone. I was like, “Man this chic has biceps. She might hurt me and kill me before I even get to date her.”

Just before that date of myself placing the note in your hand. I had been in a terrible wreck on Monday, March 02, 2026. I was hit by Semi Truck after dropping my mom off at work. I know that I looked fine at the Diner but I wasn’t. I’m still hurting from the whiplash.

The hospital took me in as a trauma patient under the name as Corral Doe because they didn’t have my information together yet. 3 to 5 nurses were asking me all kinds of questions, sticking needles in me, poking me with needles, and asking me to move different part’s of my body all at once.

I was transferred off the gurney by 3 to 5 nurses because of my neck, my clothes were cut off (lost a cool Star Wars Lego T-Shirt that I had for a long time), stuck different ivy’s and needle’s in both my arms. The doctor found in my X-Ray’s that I have two Cyst in my left and right side of my chest and one down in my left ovary.

The doctor there recommended that I get in contact with my Primary care doctor to have those regions of my body checked over again. I have already had that confirmed. The Cyst are not overlooked… there their and do exist.

When you finally made contact with me on-line through the Reddit. I was very happy that my message did make it to you. I don’t know if part of it was due to my strong faith in the man up stairs, your co-working Pal’s at the Diner, or myself Believing in general. But, thank you all and greatly appreciate the gratitude.

I didn’t come try to visit you right away because I had gotten really sick having been bitten by a bunch of mosquitoes while working on the window’s on my house in Los Angeles. In between that, I caught something from the two visits at the hospital for when I took my mother to be seen.

Oh, I started to wear work glasses most of the time to protect my eye’s since the Pandemic and there has been a lot of shit going around lately. I might have to be wearing prescription glasses soon. I’m starting to see blurry and have horrible headaches. That being said, I have some more up coming visits for therapy on my neck and back, for the three Cyst that were found, and an Optical eye doctor appointment to check my vision.

It would help if we were on the same wave link with each other by being more open to each other. I have been very formal with you. I’m older and wiser. I want to commit to a relationship with you and I don’t want to force you to summit to me.

You have my cell phone number. But, I have given it to you twice because I do have feelings for you, like you, and want to love you if we ever get there.

The guy’s at the flower shop that I did business with wanted to post on-line of their website what I wrote on the card to you as a significants to Love. They loved how I was poetic in short about how I felt about you. They called me up asking me what your response was when you received the flower’s, but I couldn’t tell them nothing because I never saw your reaction. Nor, I’m not even sure that you took the flower’s home and someone else probably did.

Look…I am going to be straight up. This year, I will be 39 year’s old. I go back and forward from one house to the other. I’ve been traveling this path since I was 5 years old. I know that you’re probably younger than me. I don’t know if this will change your feelings for me.

I want to know you and love you, but will you let me like the movie, “It Could Happen to You, with Nicholas Cage and Bridget Fonda.”-DK

**Drove 66 Miles to Waste Land (Looking for you?)**
You even have Minimum youngster “Whistleblowers” giving you the signal that I’m walking in through the door. I don’t want any trouble. We just started and haven’t had a first date, yet. Felt like I was in a western film, and all the towns people are hiding from me the antagonist walking on the dirt road in the center of town ready to start a gun fight.

I know that we had not seen each other’s presence since Saturday, March 14, 2026 just a few day’s before St. Patrick’s Day and we had not been in the company of one another since then. I understand the shyness…It just lets me know that I am alive. Nervous or not I was going to see you.

You could have tapped me on the shoulder from the back and said, “What’s up?!!” “Pennywise, Waiting.” I’m sorry if I miss interpreted the word STRONG for you, I meant because I was checking your body out while you would be serving meals to me or the other customer’s. You look strong. You one time were standing right in front of me at one of the registers of the Diner on your cell phone. I was like, “Man this chic has biceps. She might hurt me and kill me before I even get to date her.”

Just before that date of myself placing the note in your hand. I had been in a terrible wreck on Monday, March 02, 2026. I was hit by Semi Truck after dropping my mom off at work. I know that I looked fine at the Diner but I wasn’t. I’m still hurting from the whiplash.

The hospital took me in as a trauma patient under the name as Corral Doe because they didn’t have my information together yet. 3 to 5 nurses were asking me all kinds of questions, sticking needles in me, poking me with needles, and asking me to move different part’s of my body all at once.

I was transferred off the gurney by 3 to 5 nurses because of my neck, my clothes were cut off (lost a cool Star Wars Lego T-Shirt that I had for a long time), stuck different ivy’s and needle’s in both my arms. The doctor found in my X-Ray’s that I have two Cyst in my left and right side of my chest and one down in my left ovary.

The doctor there recommended that I get in contact with my Primary care doctor to have those regions of my body checked over again. I have already had that confirmed. The Cyst are not overlooked… there their and do exist.

When you finally made contact with me on-line through the Reddit. I was very happy that my message did make it to you. I don’t know if part of it was due to my strong faith in the man up stairs, your co-working Pal’s at the Diner, or myself Believing in general. But, thank you all and greatly appreciate the gratitude.

I didn’t come try to visit you right away because I had gotten really sick having been bitten by a bunch of mosquitoes while working on the window’s on my house in Los Angeles. In between that, I caught something from the two visits at the hospital for when I took my mother to be seen.

Oh, I started to wear work glasses most of the time to protect my eye’s since the Pandemic and there has been a lot of shit going around lately. I might have to be wearing prescription glasses soon. I’m starting to see blurry and have horrible headaches. That being said, I have some more up coming visits for therapy on my neck and back, for the three Cyst that were found, and an Optical eye doctor appointment to check my vision.

It would help if we were on the same wave link with each other by being more open to each other. I have been very formal with you. I’m older and wiser. I want to commit to a relationship with you and I don’t want to force you to summit to me.

You have my cell phone number. But, I have given it to you twice because I do have feelings for you, like you, and want to love you if we ever get there.

The guy’s at the flower shop that I did business with wanted to post on-line of their website what I wrote on the card to you as a significants to Love. They loved how I was poetic in short about how I felt about you. They called me up asking me what your response was when you received the flower’s, but I couldn’t tell them nothing because I never saw your reaction. Nor, I’m not even sure that you took the flower’s home and someone else probably did.

Look…I am going to be straight up. This year, I will be 39 year’s old. I go back and forward from one house to the other. I’ve been traveling this path since I was 5 years old. I know that you’re probably younger than me. I don’t know if this will change your feelings for me.

I want to know you and love you, but will you let me like the movie, “It Could Happen to You, with Nicholas Cage and Bridget Fonda.”-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

If I read the correct, “Anonymous Letters.” I like how you view me as your “Muse.” And, I’m happy that it’s inspiring you to write a lot more great poems. At the same don’t generalize yourself.

You’re a very beautiful young woman. And I’m still ecstatic that you look my way and used all your subtle flirtation gestures to get my attention. I caught on and I think several of your coworker’s caught on too.

They made a few Non-joking teasing gestures towards us. But, they know…your friend that her name sound’s like a highway is a good friend to keep around. She understands you and me…not solidly. But, she has an understanding of us.

And, I think that you’re overthinking again… Your not the “last choice” and we are “not broken up” I love you and I’m honored for you to be part of my life…although, I’m still waiting for your apology. Still waiting for you to break the ICE.

Which that involves you crawling out from your hiding hole and approaching me to give it to me…I have given you the key’s to my kingdom. We could have been talking on the phone back and forward with each other, like couple’s do. You go a full 360 with me.

You change your username randomly having me on an Easter egg hunt searching for your egg’s and guessing if answering the correct letter’s are from you. No, I have not found your golden egg, yet! I have only changed my username name once because some of my past caught up with me.

I really do desire to continue to move forward with you and have a future with you…if you want that, too. I know that it’s going to be a very slow process. Hopefully, I’m not just falling into another, “Love Boat,” episode. My apologies if I sat at a distance from you. Although, I couldn’t tell if you were in yesterday. But, you probably have No choice and was there for the, “Worker Bee,” you are.

Also, I have taken notice if there is too many peeping eye’s lurking around. You get very nervous and don’t want to come out. I understand…love you!

Two of your coworker Pal’s asked me if I was alright because I think that they saw that I was displaying my food before eating it. I was very busy looking for work. I really miss my last position as a Substitute Special Education Teacher’s Assistant. Alway’s had stories to share with my mom out on my porch in Los Angeles.

Now, I just complain about this blasted heat wave, mosquito bites, and how many things I can cross off of my To-Do-List. Possibly if hired again, I will be a Set-Up and Strike crew member, Attraction Manager, and/or a stunt Actor again for the festival and Holiday I love so much, Halloween!

I’m trying drop ten to fifthteen pound’s which is not hard in order to fit into a harness that’s Asian size Large and hang on Bungees that hold 180 pounds. I was asked last year in 2025 by the Performance Manager if I wanted an Acting position, again. I had to turn him down for the position in order to see how the Substitute Special Education Assistant position was going to workout.

I finally found a away to personally chit-chat with you without overwhelming you with my “out striking” and “out sexy” appearance. We could chit-chat as if we were texting each other on the phone. If you kindly would let me know your username on here in some kind of way. I could invite you and we could chit-chat privately. I’ve tested the feature out. Another Reddit member told me about it.

You won’t be nervous and overwhelmed with seeing my gorgeous face and myself having temptations of your gorgeous self on the phone. We are both still at the same level of being comfortable if one is not pressured.

Oh, I’m curious to know why your favorite color is Navy blue? And, I know that your eye’s are dark brown. Your eye’s were your biggest aspect that caught me. “Eye’s of Humility” (Hint…Hint) beside’s your petite figure….-DK

Where ever there is Embrace. Everybody want’s to know…can embrace be an honest touch of one’s soul or does embrace need to be felt physically?

A few day’s ago, Thursday, 06/18/26 at 2:15pm sitting in my “Shit Brown Coca-Cola Truck” parked on the decent part of Kenmore street of Hollywood. I had a 3:30pm Physical Therapy Appointment. I was trying to wait but the urge kept taunting my brain with the pressure of needing to relieve myself and the heat torturing stroke I felt upon me.

The type of taunting and torture that causes one to do things out of the ordinary when one is not in there right state of mind. For example, one could unclothe themselves behind walls of tint to cool themselves and then relieve one’s self in a 42once BiG Gulp Cup and drink it back to rehydrate.

As one may read, one probably assumed that I did that and think’s I’m crazy. But actually, No…I’m insane! But even demented Misfit’s like myself know better. I made sure that the coast was clear, put up all my shades against my walls of tint, and straightened myself out brushing off small fibers of chopped hair sticking to my suntan lotioned pale white fair skin leg’s.

I just had my hair cut and the woman who cut my hair really gave me a good time. She really mad the time worth my while and her tip. I will take what I can get! Wait! Wait! As one may read, one probably assumed that I had some intimate relations with a Salon Hairdresser and I’m one to break trust.

No…I had the most interactive conversation with a hairdresser who actually cared about the word’s and stories coming out of my precious mouth. I don’t often go to get my hair cut because I’m alway’s too busy. But, when I do, I just love to take advantage and have one wash my hair giving me a great soft gentle slightly rough massage of my scalp and brain.

Their finger’s at bay in motion before chopping it cleanly off. Every time I cut my hair, I fell like a lizard, a snake, or a dragon shedding its old skin to replace their skin with new skin.

Mind you, I’m a very fast person on foot. One on a mission to go relieve one’s pressure that’s cramping below and distracting my thinking span. I’m strategically maneuvering around the constant foot traffic that approaches me face forward while walking fast pace kind of gulping like “crouching Tiger hitting Dragon” style with a bit of “Matrix”moves in the mix.

My mind thinks faster when a situation need’s to be resolved IMMEDIATELY. I wasn’t ready for my grand early entrance into the Physical Therapy building at Kaiser Permanente with its joined entities. But, I simply had No choice at first thought when one can only think about down below.

I was stopped in a traffic jam with a male nurse too focused on his cell phone that his walking pace and attention span were slower than his finger thumbs flying fast to respond to a, “Nunya Business” text, but for the life of me please move fast. This chick is going to explode!

I got caught up with this couple while trying to pass the male nurse both hold hands. The couple was walking like they make love…slow. There obviously wasn’t a way for me to karate chop their hand holding and give them insight on how to share the sidewalk. The couple was far too up in their business enjoying their moment together.

As strong as my bladder is aside from
those who are unfortunate with bladder’s that are the size of peanuts, I had to be patient. I’m grateful for having strong loins. All four of us had to climb the stair’s in order to get inside the Physical Therapy building. I just hopped on the train from behind and went along for the ride.

The male nurse took his attention off of his cell phone for a split second. And he finally took notice of my presence and cleared a path for me to run the rest of the way up the stair’s passing the couple still holding hands. Finally inside the building, walked straight ahead like a bow and arrow aiming for its target. Although, my bow and arrow was never STRAIGHT! I finally made it to the door of the restroom.

Now, tell me this and be honest. Honesty, is the best criticism for those needing to improve. Just like telling the truth will set one free because one doesn’t have to remember their lie very well they made up each time. All one can tell is the truth. If that’s all one know’s…

If one were to discover a BIG Manwich sized wallet in the restroom that is fully stacked with money, bank cards, ID’s, family photo’s, and anything else that one would logically put into a wallet. What would one do as the discovering scavenger of the Wallet? What would be your honest approach?

I glided like “Gumby” into the Handicap stall of the ladies restroom. With myself facing toward’s the toilet laying on top of a trail of piss which I could not dismiss on the tile floor was a Big Manwich sized wallet that didn’t look female. I took off my backpack and place it on the only hook in the restroom stall.

I watched where I stepped and covered the unsanitized porcelain toilet seat with at least four toilet seat cover’s before using it. I figured in my logical thinking, “do your business. You have been waiting…you earned this. You will think better after the pressure is released and then deal with the Big Manwich wallet after. “

So that’s exactly what I did. I solved my problem before taking on another one. After, I took care of my business. I grabbed a grip of toilet seat cover’s in order to pick up the Big Manwich wallet that sat beside the toilet on a trail of piss. I had taken just an honest peek on the outer rim of the wallet to kind of view what was inside without having to open it.

And there it be…a shit load of cash and every other important thing one with guilty pleasures could have fun with for a few day’s that being a crime unseen. But, then feeling the guilt after. Or, one even being caught and not realizing the wasted time lost after.

I stashed the wallet inside my backpack. One thought while probably reading this, that I would probably keep the wallet and have a little bit of fun before returning it or not returning it. Or, one to not even give it a second thought and do what one only know’s is right.

I did what I thought was right. I just had finished washing my hand’s and was walking straight toward’s the exit door. The door opened the opposite way of me with a gust of wind as if a “wolf huffed and puffed” and almost blew me down. A big tall elderly man came charging inside the restroom walking urgently fast toward’s the handicap stall of the ladies restroom.

I watched him looking like a mad man searching around the stall. So, I asked the elderly man if he lost something. He mumbled, “I was just in here, wallet.” So, asked him, “Sir, did you lose a wallet?”
He still was not understanding me, so met up with him by the sink’s for better visibility and communication.

So, I asked him once more, “Sir, did you lose a wallet? He said, “Yes, in that stall.” I told him, “I was in that stall, I found and have your wallet. I was about to return your wallet to the Physical Therapy desk up in front.” The elderly tall man was ecstatic and full of stitches go lucky extremely happy and relieved. He said, “Thank you…thank you. You really saved my life. May I hug you?”

At a moment of true embrace, I hugged the tall elderly man. The question came to mind real quick and I asked, “ Sir, you do know that this is the laddies room, right?” He said, “Yes, over course I do…my wife is in a wheelchair and I had to help her.” His wife as we left the laddies restroom comes rolling toward’s us on her wheelchair.

The tall elderly man says to his wife, “My wallet is No longer lost. This gift…this miracle of a lady found it. And I had to give her a hug. I gave her a hug…”

His wive thanked me as I told them the story belligerently fast. The logical thing that I said was, “I have had the same experience and I would only want the same gesture done for me.” They both asked me my name. And I just answered, “Every girl’s best friend” and kept walking away.

At that point, the clock struck 2:45pm, and I had to wait 30minutes more till my Physical Therapy appointment that was at 3:30pm.
So, I left the Physical Therapy building and walked over to the Kaiser Permanente hospital. I went and sat on some benches at the loading dock in front of the hospital. A nice cool breeze mixed with a bit of humidity but a-lot of humility overcasting the weather.

I felt deep emotion of thought and even validation while I waited for time to pass. I saw this Big Family that was leaving the hospital. One of the nurses following the family was wheeling a very fragile older lady to one of the vehicle’s that was an all blacked out Chevy truck that looked like a Hearse.

I saw how all the family member’s hugged each other with such strong embrace and emotion. The entire family was well dressed. I then looked at myself and said, “I don’t need to be well dressed. I’m just going to Physical Therapy.” Also, I thought back on how easily each family member embraced each other with great big hug’s as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

I never shared in that embrace with my family. We are very stern, so if anyone tried to do that with me now. My reflexes are up. My Fashia tried to hug me and I never felt comfortable actually embracing his hug.

A guy friend of mine…or use to be a guy friend of mine. We had known each other as friend’s for such a long time. People thought that we were together. If people only knew… He tried to go in for a hug and I stopped and shook his hand instead.

One my bosses back when I worked in Freight, oddly l had No problem hugging him. And maybe the fact that he played on the same team and was affectionately friendly. He was humorous in a way that I understood.

I continued to sit there and look up at the sky every so often in deep thought. Well then, this same sex couple of young females come skipping along side by side of each other without a care in the world. I thought of my new future lady friend and said to myself silently, “I hope to be able to embrace her with the longest hug that is priceless.

For her to not overthink being ashamed of her self. She’s beautiful… I wish that I could let her know straightforward in her face. But, we’re still at the level of trying to be in the same room with each other without make one, the other, or both of us nervous. I continue to feel her soul present embrace me even though we are mountains and hill distances apart.

She may not know this, or she probably feel’s this too. I feel an out of body experience of her holding me as I hold her. She’s not use to being flourished with complements, I will make it my best to be obscene for her to see me. I make it my best to be around the best I possibly can…SHE’S ALL THE EMBRACE I NEED. -DK

Where ever there is Embrace. Everybody want’s to know…can embrace be an honest touch of one’s soul or does embrace need to be felt physically?

A few day’s ago, Thursday, 06/18/26 at 2:15pm sitting in my “Shit Brown Coca-Cola Truck” parked on the decent part of Kenmore street of Hollywood. I had a 3:30pm Physical Therapy Appointment. I was trying to wait but the urge kept taunting my brain with the pressure of needing to relieve myself and the heat torturing stroke I felt upon me.

The type of taunting and torture that causes one to do things out of the ordinary when one is not in there right state of mind. For example, one could unclothe themselves behind walls of tint to cool themselves and then relieve one’s self in a 42once BiG Gulp Cup and drink it back to rehydrate.

As one may read, one probably assumed that I did that and think’s I’m crazy. But actually, No…I’m insane! But even demented Misfit’s like myself know better. I made sure that the coast was clear, put up all my shades against my walls of tint, and straightened myself out brushing off small fibers of chopped hair sticking to my suntan lotioned pale white fair skin leg’s.

I just had my hair cut and the woman who cut my hair really gave me a good time. She really mad the time worth my while and her tip. I will take what I can get! Wait! Wait! As one may read, one probably assumed that I had some intimate relations with a Salon Hairdresser and I’m one to break trust.

No…I had the most interactive conversation with a hairdresser who actually cared about the word’s and stories coming out of my precious mouth. I don’t often go to get my hair cut because I’m alway’s too busy. But, when I do, I just love to take advantage and have one wash my hair giving me a great soft gentle slightly rough massage of my scalp and brain.

Their finger’s at bay in motion before chopping it cleanly off. Every time I cut my hair, I fell like a lizard, a snake, or a dragon shedding its old skin to replace their skin with new skin.

Mind you, I’m a very fast person on foot. One on a mission to go relieve one’s pressure that’s cramping below and distracting my thinking span. I’m strategically maneuvering around the constant foot traffic that approaches me face forward while walking fast pace kind of gulping like “crouching Tiger hitting Dragon” style with a bit of “Matrix”moves in the mix.

My mind thinks faster when a situation need’s to be resolved IMMEDIATELY. I wasn’t ready for my grand early entrance into the Physical Therapy building at Kaiser Permanente with its joined entities. But, I simply had No choice at first thought when one can only think about down below.

I was stopped in a traffic jam with a male nurse too focused on his cell phone that his walking pace and attention span were slower than his finger thumbs flying fast to respond to a, “Nunya Business” text, but for the life of me please move fast. This chick is going to explode!

I got caught up with this couple while trying to pass the male nurse both hold hands. The couple was walking like they make love…slow. There obviously wasn’t a way for me to karate chop their hand holding and give them insight on how to share the sidewalk. The couple was far too up in their business enjoying their moment together.

As strong as my bladder is aside from
those who are unfortunate with bladder’s that are the size of peanuts, I had to be patient. I’m grateful for having strong loins. All four of us had to climb the stair’s in order to get inside the Physical Therapy building. I just hopped on the train from behind and went along for the ride.

The male nurse took his attention off of his cell phone for a split second. And he finally took notice of my presence and cleared a path for me to run the rest of the way up the stair’s passing the couple still holding hands. Finally inside the building, walked straight ahead like a bow and arrow aiming for its target. Although, my bow and arrow was never STRAIGHT! I finally made it to the door of the restroom.

Now, tell me this and be honest. Honesty, is the best criticism for those needing to improve. Just like telling the truth will set one free because one doesn’t have to remember their lie very well they made up each time. All one can tell is the truth. If that’s all one know’s…

If one were to discover a BIG Manwich sized wallet in the restroom that is fully stacked with money, bank cards, ID’s, family photo’s, and anything else that one would logically put into a wallet. What would one do as the discovering scavenger of the Wallet? What would be your honest approach?

I glided like “Gumby” into the Handicap stall of the ladies restroom. With myself facing toward’s the toilet laying on top of a trail of piss which I could not dismiss on the tile floor was a Big Manwich sized wallet that didn’t look female. I took off my backpack and place it on the only hook in the restroom stall.

I watched where I stepped and covered the unsanitized porcelain toilet seat with at least four toilet seat cover’s before using it. I figured in my logical thinking, “do your business. You have been waiting…you earned this. You will think better after the pressure is released and then deal with the Big Manwich wallet after. “

So that’s exactly what I did. I solved my problem before taking on another one. After, I took care of my business. I grabbed a grip of toilet seat cover’s in order to pick up the Big Manwich wallet that sat beside the toilet on a trail of piss. I had taken just an honest peek on the outer rim of the wallet to kind of view what was inside without having to open it.

And there it be…a shit load of cash and every other important thing one with guilty pleasures could have fun with for a few day’s that being a crime unseen. But, then feeling the guilt after. Or, one even being caught and not realizing the wasted time lost after.

I stashed the wallet inside my backpack. One thought while probably reading this, that I would probably keep the wallet and have a little bit of fun before returning it or not returning it. Or, one to not even give it a second thought and do what one only know’s is right.

I did what I thought was right. I just had finished washing my hand’s and was walking straight toward’s the exit door. The door opened the opposite way of me with a gust of wind as if a “wolf huffed and puffed” and almost blew me down. A big tall elderly man came charging inside the restroom walking urgently fast toward’s the handicap stall of the ladies restroom.

I watched him looking like a mad man searching around the stall. So, I asked the elderly man if he lost something. He mumbled, “I was just in here, wallet.” So, asked him, “Sir, did you lose a wallet?”
He still was not understanding me, so met up with him by the sink’s for better visibility and communication.

So, I asked him once more, “Sir, did you lose a wallet? He said, “Yes, in that stall.” I told him, “I was in that stall, I found and have your wallet. I was about to return your wallet to the Physical Therapy desk up in front.” The elderly tall man was ecstatic and full of stitches go lucky extremely happy and relieved. He said, “Thank you…thank you. You really saved my life. May I hug you?”

At a moment of true embrace, I hugged the tall elderly man. The question came to mind real quick and I asked, “ Sir, you do know that this is the laddies room, right?” He said, “Yes, over course I do…my wife is in a wheelchair and I had to help her.” His wife as we left the laddies restroom comes rolling toward’s us on her wheelchair.

The tall elderly man says to his wife, “My wallet is No longer lost. This gift…this miracle of a lady found it. And I had to give her a hug. I gave her a hug…”

His wive thanked me as I told them the story belligerently fast. The logical thing that I said was, “I have had the same experience and I would only want the same gesture done for me.” They both asked me my name. And I just answered, “Every girl’s best friend” and kept walking away.

At that point, the clock struck 2:45pm, and I had to wait 30minutes more till my Physical Therapy appointment that was at 3:30pm.
So, I left the Physical Therapy building and walked over to the Kaiser Permanente hospital. I went and sat on some benches at the loading dock in front of the hospital. A nice cool breeze mixed with a bit of humidity but a-lot of humility overcasting the weather.

I felt deep emotion of thought and even validation while I waited for time to pass. I saw this Big Family that was leaving the hospital. One of the nurses following the family was wheeling a very fragile older lady to one of the vehicle’s that was an all blacked out Chevy truck that looked like a Hearse.

I saw how all the family member’s hugged each other with such strong embrace and emotion. The entire family was well dressed. I then looked at myself and said, “I don’t need to be well dressed. I’m just going to Physical Therapy.” Also, I thought back on how easily each family member embraced each other with great big hug’s as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

I never shared in that embrace with my family. We are very stern, so if anyone tried to do that with me now. My reflexes are up. My Fashia tried to hug me and I never felt comfortable actually embracing his hug.

A guy friend of mine…or use to be a guy friend of mine. We had known each other as friend’s for such a long time. People thought that we were together. If people only knew… He tried to go in for a hug and I stopped and shook his hand instead.

One my bosses back when I worked in Freight, oddly l had No problem hugging him. And maybe the fact that he played on the same team and was affectionately friendly. He was humorous in a way that I understood.

I continued to sit there and look up at the sky every so often in deep thought. Well then, this same sex couple of young females come skipping along side by side of each other without a care in the world. I thought of my new future lady friend and said to myself silently, “I hope to be able to embrace her with the longest hug that is priceless.

For her to not overthink being ashamed of her self. She’s beautiful… I wish that I could let her know straightforward in her face. But, we’re still at the level of trying to be in the same room with each other without make one, the other, or both of us nervous. I continue to feel her soul present embrace me even though we are mountains and hill distances apart.

She may not know this, or she probably feel’s this too. I feel an out of body experience of her holding me as I hold her. She’s not use to being flourished with complements, I will make it my best to be obscene for her to see me. I make it my best to be around the best I possibly can…SHE’S ALL THE EMBRACE I NEED. -DK

Where ever there is Embrace. Everybody want’s to know…can embrace be an honest touch of one’s soul or does embrace need to be felt physically?

A few day’s ago, Thursday, 06/18/26 at 2:15pm sitting in my “Shit Brown Coca-Cola Truck” parked on the decent part of Kenmore street of Hollywood. I had a 3:30pm Physical Therapy Appointment. I was trying to wait but the urge kept taunting my brain with the pressure of needing to relieve myself and the heat torturing stroke I felt upon me.

The type of taunting and torture that causes one to do things out of the ordinary when one is not in there right state of mind. For example, one could unclothe themselves behind walls of tint to cool themselves and then relieve one’s self in a 42once BiG Gulp Cup and drink it back to rehydrate.

As one may read, one probably assumed that I did that and think’s I’m crazy. But actually, No…I’m insane! But even demented Misfit’s like myself know better. I made sure that the coast was clear, put up all my shades against my walls of tint, and straightened myself out brushing off small fibers of chopped hair sticking to my suntan lotioned pale white fair skin leg’s.

I just had my hair cut and the woman who cut my hair really gave me a good time. She really mad the time worth my while and her tip. I will take what I can get! Wait! Wait! As one may read, one probably assumed that I had some intimate relations with a Salon Hairdresser and I’m one to break trust.

No…I had the most interactive conversation with a hairdresser who actually cared about the word’s and stories coming out of my precious mouth. I don’t often go to get my hair cut because I’m alway’s too busy. But, when I do, I just love to take advantage and have one wash my hair giving me a great soft gentle slightly rough massage of my scalp and brain.

Their finger’s at bay in motion before chopping it cleanly off. Every time I cut my hair, I fell like a lizard, a snake, or a dragon shedding its old skin to replace their skin with new skin.

Mind you, I’m a very fast person on foot. One on a mission to go relieve one’s pressure that’s cramping below and distracting my thinking span. I’m strategically maneuvering around the constant foot traffic that approaches me face forward while walking fast pace kind of gulping like “crouching Tiger hitting Dragon” style with a bit of “Matrix”moves in the mix.

My mind thinks faster when a situation need’s to be resolved IMMEDIATELY. I wasn’t ready for my grand early entrance into the Physical Therapy building at Kaiser Permanente with its joined entities. But, I simply had No choice at first thought when one can only think about down below.

I was stopped in a traffic jam with a male nurse too focused on his cell phone that his walking pace and attention span were slower than his finger thumbs flying fast to respond to a, “Nunya Business” text, but for the life of me please move fast. This chick is going to explode!

I got caught up with this couple while trying to pass the male nurse both hold hands. The couple was walking like they make love…slow. There obviously wasn’t a way for me to karate chop their hand holding and give them insight on how to share the sidewalk. The couple was far too up in their business enjoying their moment together.

As strong as my bladder is aside from
those who are unfortunate with bladder’s that are the size of peanuts, I had to be patient. I’m grateful for having strong loins. All four of us had to climb the stair’s in order to get inside the Physical Therapy building. I just hopped on the train from behind and went along for the ride.

The male nurse took his attention off of his cell phone for a split second. And he finally took notice of my presence and cleared a path for me to run the rest of the way up the stair’s passing the couple still holding hands. Finally inside the building, walked straight ahead like a bow and arrow aiming for its target. Although, my bow and arrow was never STRAIGHT! I finally made it to the door of the restroom.

Now, tell me this and be honest. Honesty, is the best criticism for those needing to improve. Just like telling the truth will set one free because one doesn’t have to remember their lie very well they made up each time. All one can tell is the truth. If that’s all one know’s…

If one were to discover a BIG Manwich sized wallet in the restroom that is fully stacked with money, bank cards, ID’s, family photo’s, and anything else that one would logically put into a wallet. What would one do as the discovering scavenger of the Wallet? What would be your honest approach?

I glided like “Gumby” into the Handicap stall of the ladies restroom. With myself facing toward’s the toilet laying on top of a trail of piss which I could not dismiss on the tile floor was a Big Manwich sized wallet that didn’t look female. I took off my backpack and place it on the only hook in the restroom stall.

I watched where I stepped and covered the unsanitized porcelain toilet seat with at least four toilet seat cover’s before using it. I figured in my logical thinking, “do your business. You have been waiting…you earned this. You will think better after the pressure is released and then deal with the Big Manwich wallet after. “

So that’s exactly what I did. I solved my problem before taking on another one. After, I took care of my business. I grabbed a grip of toilet seat cover’s in order to pick up the Big Manwich wallet that sat beside the toilet on a trail of piss. I had taken just an honest peek on the outer rim of the wallet to kind of view what was inside without having to open it.

And there it be…a shit load of cash and every other important thing one with guilty pleasures could have fun with for a few day’s that being a crime unseen. But, then feeling the guilt after. Or, one even being caught and not realizing the wasted time lost after.

I stashed the wallet inside my backpack. One thought while probably reading this, that I would probably keep the wallet and have a little bit of fun before returning it or not returning it. Or, one to not even give it a second thought and do what one only know’s is right.

I did what I thought was right. I just had finished washing my hand’s and was walking straight toward’s the exit door. The door opened the opposite way of me with a gust of wind as if a “wolf huffed and puffed” and almost blew me down. A big tall elderly man came charging inside the restroom walking urgently fast toward’s the handicap stall of the ladies restroom.

I watched him looking like a mad man searching around the stall. So, I asked the elderly man if he lost something. He mumbled, “I was just in here, wallet.” So, asked him, “Sir, did you lose a wallet?”
He still was not understanding me, so met up with him by the sink’s for better visibility and communication.

So, I asked him once more, “Sir, did you lose a wallet? He said, “Yes, in that stall.” I told him, “I was in that stall, I found and have your wallet. I was about to return your wallet to the Physical Therapy desk up in front.” The elderly tall man was ecstatic and full of stitches go lucky extremely happy and relieved. He said, “Thank you…thank you. You really saved my life. May I hug you?”

At a moment of true embrace, I hugged the tall elderly man. The question came to mind real quick and I asked, “ Sir, you do know that this is the laddies room, right?” He said, “Yes, over course I do…my wife is in a wheelchair and I had to help her.” His wife as we left the laddies restroom comes rolling toward’s us on her wheelchair.

The tall elderly man says to his wife, “My wallet is No longer lost. This gift…this miracle of a lady found it. And I had to give her a hug. I gave her a hug…”

His wive thanked me as I told them the story belligerently fast. The logical thing that I said was, “I have had the same experience and I would only want the same gesture done for me.” They both asked me my name. And I just answered, “Every girl’s best friend” and kept walking away.

At that point, the clock struck 2:45pm, and I had to wait 30minutes more till my Physical Therapy appointment that was at 3:30pm.
So, I left the Physical Therapy building and walked over to the Kaiser Permanente hospital. I went and sat on some benches at the loading dock in front of the hospital. A nice cool breeze mixed with a bit of humidity but a-lot of humility overcasting the weather.

I felt deep emotion of thought and even validation while I waited for time to pass. I saw this Big Family that was leaving the hospital. One of the nurses following the family was wheeling a very fragile older lady to one of the vehicle’s that was an all blacked out Chevy truck that looked like a Hearse.

I saw how all the family member’s hugged each other with such strong embrace and emotion. The entire family was well dressed. I then looked at myself and said, “I don’t need to be well dressed. I’m just going to Physical Therapy.” Also, I thought back on how easily each family member embraced each other with great big hug’s as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

I never shared in that embrace with my family. We are very stern, so if anyone tried to do that with me now. My reflexes are up. My Fashia tried to hug me and I never felt comfortable actually embracing his hug.

A guy friend of mine…or use to be a guy friend of mine. We had known each other as friend’s for such a long time. People thought that we were together. If people only knew… He tried to go in for a hug and I stopped and shook his hand instead.

One my bosses back when I worked in Freight, oddly l had No problem hugging him. And maybe the fact that he played on the same team and was affectionately friendly. He was humorous in a way that I understood.

I continued to sit there and look up at the sky every so often in deep thought. Well then, this same sex couple of young females come skipping along side by side of each other without a care in the world. I thought of my new future lady friend and said to myself silently, “I hope to be able to embrace her with the longest hug that is priceless.

For her to not overthink being ashamed of her self. She’s beautiful… I wish that I could let her know straightforward in her face. But, we’re still at the level of trying to be in the same room with each other without make one, the other, or both of us nervous. I continue to feel her soul present embrace me even though we are mountains and hill distances apart.

She may not know this, or she probably feel’s this too. I feel an out of body experience of her holding me as I hold her. She’s not use to being flourished with complements, I will make it my best to be obscene for her to see me. I make it my best to be around the best I possibly can…SHE’S ALL THE EMBRACE I NEED. -DK