It feels like I’m in a cocoon of some sort. But I’ll get
used to it. Bottling up hurtful words is no joke!!! Why did I let those words
grow on me in the first place? I don’t like to cuss. But I care about your
feelings so I won’t hurt them. Relax, my friend.
Oh, and about that Kenyan Video Vixen, forget it. She can do
whatever she wants with her things. The truth is it’s her life and I have no
business whatsoever in giving my very loud opinions. Oh no! I’m not taking back
what I wrote because I believe in it but please don’t follow me. I want to
smile but all my blogging time will be wasted on smiling. And any post I
published about a particular person is now DE-published!!! Well’ I’m not
pulling them down yet (don’t wait for reasons) but don’t borrow that posted
advice. It worked for me because of my situation and then I was so into
judging. If that’s who you are, be my guest but don’t say you weren’t warned. Now,
do whatever makes you tick; it’s your life … Too bad, I wish I were truly sorry.
I will apologize in person, but right now, you can’t touch this…
Faith is real. I am experiencing it right now. Why am I saying
this? I’ve just encountered something similar after naturopathy, acupuncture, pyhsio,
gym and whatever crap docs told me to do… How do these sages make it? I’m still
wondering… But imagine the stuff works…
Oh God!!! Get a dictionary for God’s sake! Stop asking me
obvious questions …
I hate the gym… It’s so tiring, God!!! I love shortcuts. And
those men who think I love them ABS can shove those bad thoughts somewhere I
don’t want to mention. I do like your ABS but I’m not going to sleep with you because
you have ABS. No! You should see my gym instructor’s ABS!!! Big ABS and nothing
in your pants is a Hell No!!! Don’t ever talk to me if you lack seven inches and
above in your pants… You are wasting my precious time. There are so many
women!!! Why me? Who told you I need small things for making babies? And the
next few years are mine to handle? No, I don’t think so.
There are women who will take anything. Sorry, I have high
standards.
And no!!! This is not about you. People tend to think
stories are about them. Not really!!! Oh! I just hurt you, God!!! I’m so sorry
… I didn’t mean that.
Okay, I meant it alright and I’m not sorry. God!!! Grow
up!!! I don’t kiss ***. Not really.
Blogging is fun!!! Why didn’t I start early?
Now, sharks!!! I’m so afraid of deep sea diving. I’m
obsessed with water, but this diving business is making me shudder! Now, who’s
gonna dive with sharks? Seriously, I don’t work FOR NATGEO I think I’ll pass.
I’ll dive in the protected marine park. Ocean business is strictly professional
and thank God I’m not one, a professional. Hehehe… Talk about a lifeline…. And pictures
are a must!!!
This brings me to selfies. Like seriously … never wait for
me to take a picture of me and post it online…
One: I don’t sell clothes I wear. It’s totally okay if you
do.
Two: The APA said selfies is a disease of some sort. Well,
groundies here I come. You doubt my words? And yet you use APA for for
referencing. The selfie disease has not infected me. I doubt if it will… I’ll
get you the link because you doubt me. Let me get it now.
Here: adobochronicles.com
You can also Google … APA on Selfies …
You call me a hater. No, I’m not. I’m just trying to make
you understand situations, but calling me a hater doesn’t hurt me. I stand for
what I believe is right. If I’m wrong, correct me, but make sure you have a
sound basis not something you read somewhere.
You know blogging does not necessarily make what I’m saying
to be true for everyone. I’ve read blogs on the internet and while the pieces
are flawless, I may not follow your advice. Most of it is done just to blog.
In other news: I
don’t chat via FaceBook inbox. I tried it once and with bad results. If my chat
is on for you, Good. Try emailing. Maybe
I’ll listen to you. If you don’t have my number, it means I don’t need you yet
in my life.
