It truely is a bitch to simply return to chat in the Facebook app, why? I feel like a test rat. Or locked in a room it is neccessary to click reverse twice. Hitting the x which ise to shut off the game. It reminds me of the difficulty of removing names if people who NEVER TAKE THE TIME TO EVEN ONCE SAY HEY!
Why! It pisses me off. If I have left working briefly on my content for my Youtube channle first they Facebook make it irrational to get into the game. Telling me it will not open.
Persistence opens the game.
Annoyance clases it!
Assuring me an intelligent woman how abserbly horrendously tittious creators of my favorite games have become on facebook. Making me wish I had not wasted time to play.
Is that their goal. Word with friends annoyingly send me reminders which I have to remove pulling them to the bottom of my page because if I tap onto them while recording it stops my book chapter recording and takes me right to the game that not only no longer simply opens but also no longer records my score.
Then I get the pissy feeling of having to fight to return to Game of throwns. An ass naned Pablo who will not read but who hears me took time to express his pissiness to me.
His comment of pissiness annoyed me exactly like facebook he wants the whole hog read at once having just a year out started my company of Val’s Whitewolf Media I’m not the person other readers are nor to I have the normal established equipment sound and media.
People in listening to books are not the people reading recording or understanding sometimes how courageous it is for me to read out loud.
I was the kid who until I went back to college at 50 so my mom and I’d have a better life. At 56 lost my good name and my heart from lies by my half narcississ socialpath half sister and my good name my home and my mom. For a scapegoat, shy gay kid whose biggest thing they succeeded in was getting into Luther College, graduating at 18 into US Army, surviving being hit by two cars. Comming out at 40. Moms disapproval from at 26 becomming or joinging the Catholic church then I came out.
Coming out frees us who are born gay due to DNA. Theres only so long we can stay the bullied victim. Coming out was my way of rebelling against all the hate around me then the nasty piece of shit my half sister torchered my mom and me. Five husbands married and quickly divorced her. Since 2011 mom and I suffered at her hand. Then she torched our electric drier and walked away night after a prist spoke to mom and me how to STOP DIANA.
2015 was spent walking on a wire everyday wanting to allow Diana to win simply by dying in my dads truck.However I had three kittens in my dads red truck.I would never harm another life.
So maybe my choice is just play my marjohn.Are we the gamers being tested? I am not a mouse on a sardostic maze for for infirmation to be sold. How bout you?