Big TV Show Idea: Boy! I am praying!!!!!!!Mon, February 9, 2009 3:01:06 PM

Dear Ms. XX,  All of the sudden, this XX ad showed up on my email-stationery. Coincidentally, I have been thinking of XX. I feel he still is attracted to me. As for me, I don’t want to be with anyone who does not trust me. XX did not trust me because all the crap his wife put him through. I am just fed up of paying for what the other girl did syndrome. I still plan to discuss the abuse I received and wrongful suspension from the XX Company. I want XX to be happy. I don’t wish his company ill wishes. I just want to state my truth. And maybe, his employees will not be so quick to judge the next person (if he/she is homeless, was homeless). I am taking a big step and being objective. Seeing how some of the men act at MCS-South. Men being the clients not employees. They treat women like prostitutes. XX, XX are for sale how gross!!! Then, I am sickened by the verbal communication some women have amongst themselves: Referring to themselves as XX and XX. Some brag about stealing, which turns my stomach. So, now I comprehend why society hates me. Still I want to scream: I want a creative jobs!!!!! I go to Borders. I pretend not to be homeless. I dream of being financially independent. I want to travel,model, sing, act, write more books. I just don’t want to be in a shelter around the negativity. I am learning when a white uncover police car comes: I hear people say white ghost. Kathy is saying the drug traffic people give a call out to the dealers. Black and white mean a patrol car is coming. The cops are all over the place.I detest the scent of grass-refer-blunt-joint however you call it:That crap stinks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I read in the Bible Hebrew 11 about having faith in God then I read Ezekiel 4 about prophet. Every time, I give information on a police case all hell breaks out. I don’t regret giving you information on Chuy. This time I was prepared. I really don’t care how people perceive me. I know, I am not evil. I am a proud child of God. Girl! I prayed last night. The Women’s World (the part where the women sleep) smelt like a sess-pool of petry dish-germ infested bacteria germ fare. I crave to shrill: Tide come to clean this damn area of hell! Lysol do your job. I even want Madeara to come and put a cap in some one dirty XX. I slept in a chair near the door way. Both supervisors Lucy and Victoria clean it in the morning. In all fairness, they can’t make someone bathe and wash their clothes. But you know something after, I read the Bible. I got the giggles. In my head, I know I could use last night incident into a comedy movie. Wonderful, huh? I don’t desire to do home attendant work or security work. I fantasize on being creative: Actress,Author, Model, etc etc. I want it all! I am getting cabin fever. I so want to leave San Francisco but I not. I got to stick it in for a while longer. I am bless to reside at MCS-South even though it getting on my nerves. I have to ride the waves. The director Ms. Lessy check the area. She really reads all the complaints and deal with the situation immediately. I will write a good comment for all of them. I am really staying away from the negativity. Kathy and I are getting to know one and another: We get on each other nerves too; but we love each other too.