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Continuing with another picture of something found,here's this page from somebody's day planner. Janet really needs to watch out. I transcribed it below.
May 31, 2016
"Be pleasant until ten o'clock in the morning and the rest of the day will take care of itself." Elbert Hubbard
10:15 Wake up
10:50 Prepare for the day
11:30 Annihilate some motherfuckers
1:00 Take Fluffy to the vet
2:30 Buy bunny treats
3:00 Fuck up Janet's campaign for Junior League Treasurer
7:30 ->Free Time
A little planner piece for you. (oh, see what I did?) And I think that there may be a new installment of Pretty Planner Gotterdamerung coming to a YouTube channel in your local viewing area!
So I found this diary recently. I thought it was pretty interesting. Maybe this person should take a nap. The text is transcribed below without edits.
3/29/16 [cut off in photo]
Dear Fucking Diary,
The world is so mean. Here I am, trying to do everyone a favor, and they dump on me. And I don't know why? I mean, I know all the greatest words, right? The best words. The best fucking words EVER and all they do is mock me. And it shouldn't matter, it really shouldn't matter what mean people or the liberal-biased media says, after all, I have a young and beautiful piece of ass, but still. It hurts. It hurts way bad. I promise to build a great wall- because nobody builds walls better than me, believe me- that is inexpensive AND paid for by Mexico- and do they appreciate it? NOOOOOOOO! I try to tell them about my "extremely credible source that can prove that birth certificate is fake-and they ignore me. This is why politics is such a disgrace- why good people don't go into government. Because of the bullies and meanyfaces who don't recognize my awesomamilitude!
You think they never watched TV before. Like they don't know who I AM. And you know all of the women on The Apprentice flirted with me-consciously or unconsciously (so expected) and still all people want to do is drag me down.
And it is sooooo not TRUE.
[see picture above of drawing of hand]
My fingers are long and beautiful, as, it has been well documented, are various other parts of my body.
Just watch. They'll beg me. Please be our boss. We neeed you so much to make America unsuck. And I'll just be like NOPE!!!
Sorry America. Sorry uneducated people. It's okay. My IQ is one of the highest-and you all know it! Please don't feel stupid or insecure; it's not your fault.
But you won't let me be president. So I'm not gonna play with you ANYMORE AMERICA!
Sorry, there is no STAR on the stage tonight.
I wonder what else I can find laying around Alabama?
(Huge mistake from an otherwise excellent and gentle counselor.)
But maybe not such a bad question
when almost every move
of my adult life
has been predicated on that question.
Learning along the way that
I need to be loved by anyone else
that I am fundamentally unlovable
and that any regard
must be won with
and I let it break me
(although Melissa asserts that I am not broken.)
I am broken with
what I sacrificed
the comfort of myself
the unconditional okayness of me
and I try to hold the pieces
of what is left
a sense of humor.
When what I want is to run
but I can't
because two more people
are linked to me
and I want to change
but I can't
because I now have a role that requires
to others and
wait for it
to be over
while my anger
flames throughout me
maybe I am a phoenix
get out of the way
because I yearn to
What happens when you can't get in touch with your doctor to get your prozac refilled. I read that people who have depression are able to see things more realistically, that happiness requires a level of self-deception. I don't know if I want to lie to myself at all right now. I think, at this moment, I am too old for that shit. I can be young and self-deceiving some other day.