Hey, Poughkeepsie! What do you want?

Yes, I see you.  [Eagle and Tulsa, I see you two are back to camping out here, too.  Don't y'all ever want lives of your own?]

Look. I am not going to have you stalking me like you have these past weeks. Come correct or get the hell out.

Niagara Falls.

Why you here?  Whatchu want?

Hit me up with your question, or get yourself gone.  I'm tired of you stalkers.

Niagara Falls.

What the hell do you want? Knock off the creepy stalker shit. If you genuinely want to know something, you know already that my e-mail's down there in my profile.

I am so, so tired of you people. I'm fighting daily for my life, and you stalk my online presence on the daily, for . . . what?  Get your own life and live it, FFS.

Med stuff rescheduled, thanks to flu shot reax. Lots of looming expenses. Sales/shares needed consistently.

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Water level's dropping again. Supposedly snow tomorrow night and Thursday; we'll see.

But first off, shout-out to Upstate New York (waaaay upstate)! Whassup? Yeah, you. You wanna know something, ask. This? This is just creepy.

Y'all make me so tired. Your behavior is apparently endless. 

No appointment today, after all. Flu shot reacted badly; might as well have the flu itself. Ugh. Also really, really tired; new chest pain on top of the existing chest pain isn't something I needed, exactly, right now. Hasn't reduced my stress levels any, because everything just gets rescheduled, and there's seemingly no end in sight, nor any DX, either. And since I have to swallow my stress and get basic stuff done yet tonight, the rest is cut-and-paste.

All of this means that we still need sales, which means we need shares. Badly. Again, if you're thinking about donating, DON'T. Give it to Bobby to help get Don Feliberto back into a real home. Here's the latest update. We know what it's like not to have one; we have one now, and donations need to go there to get this elder safe again. I posted a second piece at my other site a couple of nights ago about Bobby's efforts in Puerto Rico, including his adoption of Don Feliberto to get this abandoned elder into safe space again. That will tell you what he's up against, and my e-mail's in my Blogger profile here (or you can DM at Twitter/FB); hit me up for his addresses if you want to contribute, either cash (most needed) or household and other items, some of which you can purchase outright via the Amazon Wishlist Bobby's set up here. He's added a bunch of new items, all badly needed, and I can testify to the fact that need for the power cords, the tools, and the solar lights and equipment is probably exigent at this point. That said, when you're in a situation like Don Feliberto is, it's amazing how wonderful clean clothes and good coffee can make you feel, too.

What we need are SALES. Please. Spread the word. I know it's now too late to ship in time for Valentine's Day, but people have birthdays, anniversaries, I-love-you days; there'll be other holidays and seasons coming up before you know it. Please spread all of our links around on FB and Twitter and other social media, via e-mail and word-of-mouth, to your family and friends and colleagues and whoever. The O2 issue is now solved, but there are all the ongoing regular expenses, the astronomical medical expenses, and of course, someday we'd like to be able to get the house finished. I have no hope of that happening anytime soon; I don't know how we're going to get through the rest of this winter, given current circumstances. So here are the links: 

• Tonight's post elsewhere (bluebirds and sunflowers);
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to She-Wolf's & my medical bills);
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• Wings's site, for sales;
• Wayfair gift cards, to replenish all the furnishings that the RV has destroyed in one way or another.
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).
• Partial registry #2, from Wayfair. There are some things left on both registries that I thought by now I might be able just to buy outright, but medical bills (mine and She-Wolf's both) have to come first.

I had planned to some new stuff to launch at my new site today (or, rather, long before today), but between lack of money and technical issues, that's still on hold. This business of ignoring my symptoms and my pain  and discomfort does seem to be helping my brain and body both find some sort of accommodation with this oh-my-god-you're-going-to-die thing that keeps happening, which is to say, every time it crops up, I smack it ruthlessly back down and force myself to sit and breathe through it. I dunno how long this will keep working, but I'm going to bulldoze my way through it as much as possible, DX or no. Thanks, everybody, from both of us, for everything. 



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Eagle, CO. Enough.

You want to come at me, then woman up and do it directly; e-mail's down there in my profile.  But knock off this passive-aggressive sneaking stalking shit.  It's tiresome.  Nobody got time for your white nonsense.

[Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know who you are. "Enlightened being" you are not.]

Hey, Eagle!!!

Got your attention?

What the hell do you want?

Stalking's a bad look.

Hey, Stalkers!

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Yeah, you new ones, in addition to the Pennsylvania fake. You from Massachusetts, and you from Oklahoma, and ESPECIALLY you from Colorado, all these obsessive weeks, day after day after freaking day.

Yeah, you're completely transparent. You've got one option: Woman up and contact me personally to get the answers you so desperately don't want. Otherwise, get lost.

There aren't even cobwebs for you here.

You know what? I think Imma leave this pinned to the top here. That way y'all can't miss it.


Edit:  Told you I would pin it.  Do you see me now?

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My stalkers are reeeeeeeally special.

The personal stalker? She's taken up these Buzzfeed-style quizzes, and taken to posting the results. With her photo. Today's quiz told her what her supernatural power is. She's informed the world that she "is a messenger of Heaven who was sent to earth to deliver God's message!" Next to her name and photo. Exclamation point in original.

No, I'm not kidding.

Of course, a few weeks ago, it was ripping off "The Buddha" (it's always someone), announcing that "faithfulness is the greatest love." This, from the broad who's spent a smooth decade trying to destroy Wings and me. That doesn't even begin to get into how she literally stole my life (even my chronic health conditions, going back to childhood) to remake her "personal story" completely for the latest incarnation of her twinkie "shamanic healing" business. And people wonder why I side-eye anyone who says "love and light" in my presence. Boiled Bunny meets Single White Female, menopausal version.

Then there's the one who steals my words for the express purpose of competing with Wings's work and business. Directly. On both counts. Busted. Again. At some point, this is gonna hit the fan, too.

[Sigh] no, you can't have my identity, my Nativeness, my life, my existence, either of you. Can't have Wings, either. Or his art.

Get lost. 

Tomorrow will be better, right?

Right?



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Since this day seemingly will never end, . . .

I need something fun.  Or at least funny.

It also has a certain . . . applicability to certain other persons right now.