WHAT IF HE LOOKED LIKE "THIS"???

 There have been many attempts to get me to "flirt" with men; I'm not interested.

There have been voices SCREAMING the "g" word at me, trying to convince me they are referring to "the happy definition". I wish for all of those voices to stop. KILL YOURSELVES, if that is what you need to get me to leave. I had a cool dream last night, where I was called back to a job a I used to have where I printed labels for a company. I'd like to get back to that job. I was paid, very well, and the minimum wage in California has gone up. If I find my way back to that job, I will be getting paid more than I was getting paid when I was working there in the first place.

If you have the ability, HELP ME GET BACK THERE. The "there" I'm referring to is North San Diego County. I had fun at that job. I had three breaks a day, and I was able to save up enough money to get me to move up to Los Angeles to try my hand at being a part of the entertainment industry.

Something tells me that there are multiple people trying to coerce those in the entertainment industry to "Just be bi-sexual...it would make everything SO MUCH EASIER.".

I'm here to tell you that that reality doesn't exist for me. The two "faggots" aka "gay men" who've been able to get through to my cellular signal asked me the last time they got me to answer their calls, that I was "protesting too much". Their attempts to try and "engage" me in this argument, is another attempt from the "faggots" or "gays" to try and "convert" me to their ways.

I've posted in a blog, before this one, that the animated movie where a "street rat" found a magic lamp and some faggot named "Jafar" wished for some animated lady named "Jasmine" to fall in love with him. The genie from the lamp explained that that CANNOT HAPPEN, in so many words; The same truths found within that movie, are still true today.

Some of the "voices" I've been hearing have been saying "You're gay..." as if some "pushing" or "helping" me to "reach" a different conclusion could be made.

YOU HAVE FAILED. YOU WILL LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU WILL LEAVE MY BRAIN, which has been infected by the STUPID BACTERIA EXPELLED from the tick bite I received when I was walking with my family in the Seattle, Washington area.

LEAVE! PAY ME, and LEAVE!!!

I'm looking forward to losing weight, playing Dance Dance Revolution on the 30 inch TV I got at a thrift store for $15! I'm going to get a PlayStation 2 and a Dance Dance Revolution game and I'm going to dance and get more points on this video game, made for exercising.

Will I be "exercising my demons"? Maybe. Will I be exercising my body? Yes.

To those two faggots who have access to my phone number, I ask: HOW DID YOU GET MY NUMBER? WHY ARE YOU CONTACTING ME? WHY WON'T YOU GO AWAY FOREVER?! If you truly "love" me, like I believe, you will stop contacting me and end your lives. Kill yourselves, so that you will never return. "YOU'RE DONE!", the voices say. "GET OUT OF HERE", is another thing they say.

I don't care. I don't care what you want for me. I don't care what you want for you.

LEAVE ME!