There is an old southern saying - living on borrowed time. God likes us. Want to challenge him. Give him a go. Funny stuff. I don't like violence or understand it. People are naturally afraid of me. My kids seem to be okay which is my prayer. I do like communication. I believe in language. We speak in different languages, and I do not like slang stuff at all, ain't is my pet peeve, or bitch, who says that?, and I can get too anal on language. I know it. Compulsive. Too southern or too compulsive, I do not know, or too bored. My last time. I got laughed at and I meant it. My last time. I am expected to be here again and I said "no." I meant it. I really meant it. My last time. Our young people are not stupid. They have old memories. I know they are the computer people all modern, but they can remember and God is real. He has rules. We hate rules. We rebel. God made male and female. We really rebel, and mess up.
We were made to be in the garden and be always happy and know ourselves. My mom told me that in her day, males and females had defined roles. Yes, and WWII was going on. She liked the trains. The romantic soldiers. Yes, and death had been happening. I want all people to be happy on Planet Earth. That is not a lot to ask. I keep asking. We have some hard talks. This is my last time here. Oprah and I are the same. We reach that place. I started praying for Hawaii a week ago and my friends didn't know why. Odd to me. I am tired. Older. Most of my friends don't want to admit it. I like that she feels the same way. I don't want anything from her. Ever. Ever.