Saw you licking a lid or a cup or a wrapper thee other day. I miss you. I still think it’s probably for the best that I just keep my mouth shut now. I should of followed that advice before, but too late. What can I say. I’m no saint. Hope that snack was good.

Why are there so many paper clips on the ground? Everywhere you look, paper clips. Perfectly neat and folded, not ones that were used to clean out a pipe either. Just regular paper clips. So random.

I know there are a lot of people out there who are starting to realize something wrong happen and are wrestling with themselves about how to resolve two or more conflicting perspectives on reality. Luckily, there is an easy explanation to help you all resolve this conflict in yourself. You need to acknowledge that people lie. People lie to you all the time. In fact, there is a common conception that many people in the politics and lobbying industry lie frequently as part of their vocation. Sometimes it's a simple stretching of truth, sometimes it's more elaborate and involves the creation of false documents, sometimes it involves recruiting people to help them with their lie, but it happens. You're likely an adult, you should be aware of this by now. I can recognize the urge to want to believe those people who are telling you things you want to hear or that conform to your personal biases and worldview, but even people who look like us, act like us, and provide us with material or social benefits are capable of lying to us. Of course, not every lie is treason or some capital offense, but you'll notice the charming and most pathological liars often leave a trail of cognitive dissonance around them. If you are feeling confused and overwhelmed, try to give yourself the opportunity to step back and examine the measurable objective reality of things. And remember everybody plays the fool, sometimes.

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I wanna be FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEse RAGS I call my daily raiment are OPPRESSING ME!!!!! THEY HURT MY NERVES MORE THan they need to be. FREE THE NUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We're all in Big Clothes pocket (of course, they would have pockets!) and we don't even REALIZE HOW CRAZY IT ALL IS!!!!! * You know I'm partly joking right! THERE SHOULD BE A REVISION OF THE NUDIST LAWS but with like definite certain regulations cause some people would use it for their LEWD ends. FREE THE NUDE NOT THE LEWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, it's sad and annoying that we have to go through this. But it's important to also recognize how pathetically hilarious it is as well. I mean the dude put out a press release that the FBI had "raided" his home and were seizing things currently in his possession. I mean how stupid can you get. What kind of morons announce to the world that the FBI had a court order to seize things from them and confirm they are under investigation. It sucks that this has to happen, but now that we are here, I've found it's best to live with it, laugh with it, and love it.

I've been doing my best to save money. I sold my car with the plan to start biking to work instead. So of course, after the first day, I realize it's all too sweaty for me and need to add a TriMet component the commute as well. One thing people don't realize is that those bike racks on the front of buses can be confusing the first couple times you use them. I just want to give a shout out to the nice fellow biker on the 12 earlier this week, who saw me struggling and then got off the bus to show me how to do it and help me. I really appreciated it that. I was so anxious about holding everyone up and getting yelled at by the bus driver for taking too long. When you came out and helped me, it really made my day, and helped renew my faith that there are some decent Portlanders out-there. I figured out that the 12 isn't the most effective commute route, so we probably won't see each other on there again, but I still wanted to reach out some way and let you know that your act of empathetic compassion and kindness to a sweaty stranger wasn't for nothing.

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The fundamental problem with the police (and I'm speaking to the murders and abuse of power here) is that their entire function of their job is to uphold the rule of law, but they insist that nothing applies to them or those they ally themselves with. It's not unreasonable for the public to expect them to follow their own policies let alone the law they wish to hold us accountable for. That's the inherit crux of our whole position, anything less than that meets the definition of corruption. Racism and Racial biases are forms of police corruption. And so is a Cop lying on affidavits and official reports. So is "supervisors" ignoring their responsibilities to hold their staff accountable. It all comes back to "do you really believe what you are saying you believe in" or are you just bullshitting to make some money, flex some muscles, or have an excuse to hurt other people. I get it, we've been in situations where we didn't want to speak up about our colleagues' indiscretions, people understand that, but people's lives and liberties weren't in our hands either and when we data and witnesses and video tape, and we can all clearly see what happen, but you and your union continue to "hold the line" it just makes you all look corrupt, out-of-touch, and nothing short of delusional. Bodycams can't happen quick enough. I'm so sick of our super corrupt police force. All they are is the top gang in Portland, and we need to move on to addressing the rest of the corrupt lot quickly.

It was a hot ass day for a bike ride and I obviously didn’t drink enough water. I did eat a bunch of cashews so I had strength but about 10 miles out, I felt a little uh oh moment. “Gotta go and go right now” is what my belly said. The only thing I could find was an open house in a fancy part of town. I put the bike in the sun room, donned some slippers, and greeted the realtor while clenching in with all my might. I told realtor we loved a few blocks over and this would be a perfect upgrade for us. I then removed my helmet and asked to use a bathroom to wash my hands. After the bathroom door was closed, I unleashed about a quart of my own “pesto” and in horror noticed no available TP. Hand towel it was that I set into shower and briskly booked out into the day. Thank you realtor collecting 6% on a 900,000 bungalow! Sorry about the mess!

To the gentleman with the blueish greenish wind breaker and long white hair asking every single person you come across for money: You approached me for the second time today, this time silently from behind scaring the shit out of me. I turned, and you proceeded to push your face directly into mine three inches (literally three inches) away and very much in my personal space. I took several steps back and told you I don't have any money for you (yet again). Listen.. I'm never gonna have money for you, especially if you keep this up. The next time you invade my space I'm gonna yell at you to step away and leave me alone. If you proceed to harass me I'm going to physically push you away from me. And If you STILL don't get the picture after that I'm going to sock you in the fucking face. Quite frankly that's more chances than you deserve.

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Considering you lied to me throughout our 2.5 year relationship, there are SO many questions I could ask. So many unknowns due to your cowardess and scorpio sneak. But of all the questions I could ask, here's the one that just really baffles me: Do you even brush, bro?! Two and a half years with standing weekly overnights and trips away and I never once saw evidence of tooth brushing. I'd announce before bed, "I'm going to go brush my teeth" and wonder if this was the day I saw evidence of normal, freaking, adult hygienic habit. Your oral hygiene is deteriorating. You have missing teeth and teeth rotting out. Love makes us do some really strange things and overlooking this was one of them on my end, but how, just how do you overlook the nasty taste in your own mouth? Smoking a morning and a bedtime joint is not a replacement for brushing ones chompers! I guess you're just physically living out that dirty, lying mouth of yours. Nasty. Just nasty.

You all really take the cake for being a predatory management company. Since you took over management of the apartment complex I live in you've been systematically kicking out long term residents to renovate and raise the rent astronomically. After blatantly lying about it and saying you wouldn't. The constant weekly full day water shut offs. But what really cements you place in hell was the first person you evicted. You evicted a senior citizen dying of cancer who had lived here for 2 decades. People who lived here are homeless now. Hard working people who are priced out of being able to afford a roof over their heads. I hope you get everything you deserve. I've thought about emailing news stations, but I don't think anyone will actually care.

So, after years of denying any involvement with Russian spies while actively coordinating harassment and violence against those who pushed forward evidence and documentation of the connections. A certain political consultant (whose name or may not rhyme with maul panafort) is now admitting that he regularly connected with his Russian "best friend" to discuss a number of things including political campaign strategies, coordination/encouragement of vandalism and violence in American cities, and how to fund certain groups to cause division in communities. He's even publicly admitted that they discuss things in code. I can't help but wonder why he's giving all this information away now?

My neighbor said he could hear everything. I am not embarrassed. that big heaving moan at the end could be heard on the moon for all I care. Yes it was loud and kind of obnoxious but I doubt I am ever going to come across a watermelon that good again. It was soo Big, too!

Our store manager took away our tip jars because "they're tacky." So we went from splitting approx. twenty bucks a week each (for herb, cigs, bus fare, and helping some homeless and women's shelter peeps) to zero — unless customers fill out a "tip form" through the manager. Yesterday, we worked frantically to get you what you needed before we closed, and you overheard us grouse about what it's like to be a low-income hourly wage earner/service person with no tip jars, and you said, "To hell with the tip jars," and you handed us a twenty-dollar bill. Fuckin' G, man. Karma is your friend. Thank you!

One of the most maddening things about living in these times, is how predictable and preventable all our societal difficulties and ills are. We keep telling those "In charge" what needs to happen, how it needs to happen, and why it needs to happen that way — they come up with some excuse to Forstall change or enacted some ineffective half-measure, then bad and worse things start happening. We are not interested in telling everyone "We told you so" over and over again, we'd much rather things work out for everyone and just be able to move forward together as a community. Where are the grow-ups who are supposed to be taking things seriously instead of the children just looking to throw sand and dirt at each other forever?