I'm ready to have a family. I have a mom and a dad, I have an older brother and two younger sisters. I'm ready to start a family of my own. If you were born a female, and you are also ready to have a family, and you are within reach of this blog post, please respond to this blog post. My address here at this homeless shelter is:
1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE
LOS ANGELES, CA 90012
I'd like a hand-written letter, with a picture of yourself, and your domicile. I am ready to leave this homeless shelter that has taken good care of me, and to start a family. I don't have a job at this time. I've applied, and have been applying, to MANY jobs. If you consider yourself a friend and you were born a male, and you have female friends who would be willing to date me...MAIL ME A LETTER!
I've had two drinks, at two different points of this day, and I feel cogent and willing to do everything in my nature to destroy everyone and anyone who stands in my way to start a family. This "destruction" may be figurative or metaphorical.
I'm straight, aka heterosexual. I'm only interested in women who have a womb that I can impregnate with my sperm from my dick. If you are opposed to this, STOP READING NOW.
If you are in favor of this, please send me correspondence. Nude photos are allowed, nude videos are allowed...something tells me I've been here before, posting this same type of blog post; I won last time and I will win this time.
I'd like to have my family living in the Central Coast. I've mentioned this before, in a previous blog post, and those reading PROBABLY are familiar with these posts.
The dreams I had last night were disturbing. I've had many dreams in the past week or two which were encouraging. IF YOU'VE HAD ACCESS TO THESE DREAMS, I DEMAND YOU SEND ME A LETTER, EXPLAINING HOW AND WHY YOU'VE HAD ACCESS.
Mountain Dew, if you're reading, PLEASE SEND ME MORE OF YOUR SODA; I'D LIKE YOU TO BRING BACK YOUR FLAVOR CALLED "MOUNTAIN DEW DISTORTION". The drinks I've had before posting this blog were from a company called "VOODOO RANGER". If you're reading this, I'd like you to send more of this brew to the address already listed within this post.
I've been homeless, off and on, since late 2017; I believe I've spent enough time without a home of my own, and I would be willing to post flavor reviews with videos, provided I am paid beforehand. I've been messed with my entire life. I think that it's time the joke has ended. Those who went to high school with me at Larry A. Ryle High School have probably witnessed the "fucking with me" that has been happening, and something tells me that I may not be a the actual physical address I've provided.
If you are in communication with an individual known as "Jeremy Zimmerman", HALT ALL COMMUNICATION with him. I was informed via facebook post, that he is dead. If someone has been communicating as him, they are most likely an imposter...that, or he has been brought back from the dead. The former is more likely.
Once, Jeremy took me to a "gay bar". I stayed in the foyer area and played a video poker machine until he was done. I didn't have any curiosity to enter this "gay bar", as I'm straight. I was being supportive to my friend who had recently "come out" to me. This was in Clifton, Ohio...a "village" within the Cincinnati, Ohio region which is known for "fags" or "gays".
I don't care about "the gays". I don't care about "the fags". I don't care about any other nomenclature those stupid "butt-fuckers" have designated themselves as, as anything other than friendly people.
Something tells me there is an effor to "queer me up", as my FAGGOT UNCLE ROD put it, when he whipped his dick back and forth at me. I'm kinda glad he's dead. He lived in Contra Costa County, near the San Fransisco Bay Area, and I'm glad to be living far away from his house where he kindly let me stay for about 2 months.
While I was living at his house, my mom's 2nd cousin Jamie called and left me a threatening voicemail. I saved that voicemail on one of my previous phones, as proof that I was being threatened. He told me to kill myself.
If this was a "joke", it was ill-timed, and poorly worded. If this was an actual threat, my parents allowed me to move back in with them for a month or two while I got my feet back on the ground. I quickly found work again and was paying rent for a bedroom at a "town house" or "condo" in Herriman, Utah.
I was let go from that job after about 6 months of faithful work, for having a recorded effort to help customers know how to use the phone application to get 10% off on recent purchases. I think my boss, GARY, was incorrect in firing me, and I am owed unemployment benefits. Not only was I not warned, before termination, I was fired without any write-ups. I've had over 40 jobs and I'm 40 years old; At EVERY JOB I'VE EVER HAD, there is a policy of THREE WRITE-UPS before termination.
JCW'S, if you're reading this, I AM OWED UNEMPLOYMENT COMPENSATION FOR MY FIRING.
Sonic Drive-In and House Of Hukas, I'm also owed unemployment compensation from you.
If you are reading this, and you are a company ready to hire someone of great experience, I AM READY TO WORK AGAIN.
A pdf of my resume has been provided at my twitter profile at: A pdf of my resume, not including entertainment jobs
I'M TIRED OF THIS HOMELESSNESS SHIT. I'M READY TO WORK AGAIN!
PLEASE HELP ME!!!
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