Well. I was able to sleep maybe two hours last night, after succumbing, once again, to a three day freeforall those pesky 'Words' of mine always enjoy once 'They' finally take over me-and then 'They' commence to writewritewrite and playplayplay with 'Their' Work.
You just don't know what I go through with those pesky 'Words'. It's exhausting.
Now, as I slowly regain control, my next step- usually accompanied with surprise and/or shock-but, I must admit-most often with the thought of 'Brilliant'!! will now surface as I 'discover' what those pesky 'Words' of mine had been up to in my tree day absence. That's how I 'discovered' CyberDayze, by the way.
But. 'They' have a new project in which 'They' are EXTREMELY excited-it's all I heard about in the recess of my mind during my three days' grace -was what 'They' are planning. Which comes down to-what I will be doing for 'Them' in 'Their' new adventure. And. It's a BIG ONE, folks. I have my doubts that I will be able to come through for 'Them' on this excapade of 'Theirs'.
But. Somehow-I always do.
Remember Howard Stern? Yes, I still tag, tweet and email him daily, along with Oprah, Ellen, Jenny and Dr. Phil, But. 'The Words' have 'Their' hearts set on Howie.
And. 'They' are correct. He is the ONLY one fit for the task those damn 'Words' of mine have assigned to me. And now-Him. He just doesn't know about it yet.[smiles]
I tried to remind 'Them' that I was still quite busy, working on 'Their' current project named CyberDayze. But. 'They' were quick-and adamant-in 'Their' arguement that this is a continuation of the same project. And. 'They' are right. This time. Oh, 'They' can be tricky with 'Their' 'reasons' on why I should let 'Them' win 'The Battle Of Send'. Because that's the one I most always win, to 'Their' dismay. Because. Oftentimes 'They' share too much information. Thus I forever ban 'Their' Work to 'The Words Cemetery'-most commonly known as an Email draft folder. My decision ALWAYS makes 'Them' very unhappy.
Well, off I go, to do my usual blogblogblog tweettweettweet postpostpost across the seeming entirety of the WorldWideWeb. But after that, I have to begin what I'm now deeming Step 2 in this strange, odd journey that fell upon my doorstep naming Me 'The Chosen' in carrying out this behemothic venture.
Not to worry-I WILL keep you-and the world-abreast of my ?delirious? Plan. Remember Tyler Durden? He came to mind quite often in my three day haze. There. That's a hint for ya.
GG.
You must think I'm crazy.
[Iam]
CyberDayze.com
Is that the best you can do Gold-Digger, regurgitate old rhetoric from your book of lies on a daily basis. You’re so washed up and pitiful. One day you might come up with something original and not copied from the WWW.
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn’t know eroticism if you stepped in it. You’re once-a-year, starfish and Sahara Desert dry lovemaking sessions were pathetic. The drain to society that you exude is overwhelming. You have done nothing to help others, only yourself.
You hypocritical lying bitch, you have hated Howard Stern for years. You loathed his show or even the thought of it being on the airways. Now you’re seeking his attention to get more publicity to push your book of lies. You state that you have a CyberStalker, odd thing is, nobody even thought of or checked on your Internet activities until you totally check-out of your marriage and into your Internet sex room for over a year. It took someone digging into your Internet activities to find out that you had already been cheating with Dale for the past nine months and had several other male prospects in the wings waiting for you to spin your WEB of lies.
Given that you take no responsibility for your 28 year marriage disaster, your constant lies, alcohol, drugs, suicide attempts and a sexless marriage and now you want alimony.
I have also written Howard Stern and given him the low down about you and your deceitful plot to push your book of lies and garbage.
Good luck with all of your bullshit Deborah White, aka: Gena Davis, Robert White.
You’re just a money-hungry-dick-tease that is concerned with yourself and your bank account. Ironic that you seethingly hated your mother all of your adult life and that you would never end up like her yet, you are just like her and even live with your mommy.