but also, attention is useless. this is about results. most women only know how to get personal results. they dress cute and want to bag a rich man. it works until it doesn't. they say the right things and that works until it doesn't. back to square one.
this why Kendrick said, "I hate a bitch that's hating on a bitch and they both hoes."
it's true. that's the entire premise of telenovelas, which I prefer to only be a background character in if I'm going to be in one at all. that's why I ignore all the self-assigned mains.
this account in itself isn't even an attempt to stay anonymous. I just like that people who don't read all my shit haven't seen the photos of myself I've posted here. twitter is the front door and Nostr is the backdoor, so to speak.
I write here, in part because Linda Yaccarino can't do anything about it, and we know she a hater and she does love censorship, which is a shame. guess that's what a couple romps with WEF will do to a woman. yikes.
I'm gonna tell a story that may or may not be true. please hold.
I think it's funny that I never once had to cosplay Audrey Hepburn to get a man's attention.
I think it's pretty shitty that so many women ganged up on me to inflict horrible rumors and social torture while trying to stay anonymous like a bunch of cowards.
it's also bad that they did this so they could sow the enmity and therefore have an excuse to prey upon the pains of men who were only trying to help.
but I'm still me and people still love me so I don't know what that changed except now they can't fake being hardcore haters. way to set yourself up for the worst day of your lives when I pop out.
I guess some of them can't stop reading my tweets. that's crazy cause I haven't looked at any of theirs in probably weeks and months cause they're boring as hell.
I only look when I want to be reminded that the most desperate women in the world have nothing interesting to say and that throwing myself at men always was and always will be completely unnecessary.
yeah, so. 2024 was open season and 2025 is nope season.
I never ever get tired of the ocean.
like. I could be out there married with kids and happy with someone who really loves me but he's always been jealous of even the mere idea of having to face me at a publically-equal level. he wouldn't be able to compare me to an AOC type because I'm not and he wouldn't have much of a case in the public's view, unless he drummed up some "she's a demonic woke right anti-Semitic jezebel" bullshit, as if I haven't already heard that shit before 🙄
I mean. I think we all know that if a case went through and his name was attached to it, he'd pretty much be dunzo. there isn't a way to spin it as some tragic romance or whatever, it's just plain rich man jealousy and spite. I never once told my family he was going to be in my future, and I don't say things about the future unless I am like 91% sure that that's what I want. really could care less about the sociopolitics of that.
idk if there's a cure for autism but hopefully it can be well accepted that I'm not that man's property and he can't tell me who I can and cannot talk to or hang out with or anything else. he just likes letting all his rich friends "make fun of her for being poor although she doesn't have to be cause other men wanna take good care of her" so he can then feign some empathy for my family being, like, poor. like. I don't want a single fucking thing from him tbh. I just want him to stop threatening to murder every man who tries to help me or wants to collab with me or wants to just be friends.
it's like getting Jabba'd, to be frank.
imagine how stupid you have to be to think YOU'RE the one being attacked by a little nobody non-journalist who just happens to be smarter than all the dumb influencers who regurgitate everything he says.
I sincerely hope there's a cure for the Hatef*** Disease.
if sunlight is the best disinfectant then why does he never go outside. I love being outside but I like being outside with people at the beach or somewhere fun. not in big crowds tho. just, like, anywhere where there is water and it's sunny. so the beach. I want to be at the beach rn.
I don't love him.
it's so funny how Elon has his own little playbook. like. you cannot ask the man simple questions cause he will not answer them. he won't admit that he has the Hatef*** Illness and *wanted* all that stuff to happen as insurance against (DUN DUN DUN) DEFIANCE (muaaahaha).
like. ok but why all these men fans and they somehow KNOW they're not allowed to touch "daddy's property"? what's this really about if it's not about love? which, tbf, I'm perfectly fine with at this point. I would rather not have to deal with blackmail maintenance visits from netanyahu and his pervert brat son.
they're calling all this "digitally based conformity" or something, like 🤣 if I haven't seen this (as a lifelong Conservative) played out numerous times by men who eventually caught massive scandals. it's partly what evangelicals do best, tbh, which is why they get hoodwinked by men who turn out to have a thing for gay prostitutes so often.
also, it's like...wait, so I'm supposed to hate the mainstream media but I'm also a quack for researching what is VERY DEEP and WELL-RESEARCHED CITIZEN JOURNALIST MEDIA because...it leads me to the exact conclusion that the mainstream media denies in defense of the same conclusions...they actually agree with in the end.
starting to think this whole hasbara method of "playing the middle" instead of just telling the truth is very profitable!
it's literally just like a telenovela on steroids up in there. can I literally just have my freedom now so I can go on a date with someone hot, mostly uncompromised, and very loving and devoted, who has been a very good friend in his own sadly limited capacity. my God. I literally do not even CARE about that endless drama anymore, or which blonde woman wants which rich man, I just want to run around the beach chucking FOOTBALLS with the faces of everyone who has ever done incredibly messed up things to me on them (symbolically) into the ocean instead of those stupid green beans.
I will need about 96 footballs.
then I want to go surfing and swimming.
I do not want to do politics because I hate how stupid politicians are. they hate me, too, and GOOD.
I have done enough work for these retards and I want to retire now.
have you ever exchanged a "hello" with a stranger in passing and for whatever reason felt like you knew them? like...why is this voice so familiar and where have I seen that face?
they're all gonna get pardoned eventually, so it doesn't matter what charges are brought against them. and they know this, that's why they keep doing it. I know this, that's why I don't worship royal political families. to them, I am really just like a lowlife prostitute who all the rich men love for being so resistant and defiant. it makes them wanna hate f*** me more and that is the sad truth.
I don't watch dramas you stupid bot 🖕🏼
I realized earlier that too many rich men love the idea of f***** a woman they otherwise hate, just like in that movie "blue velvet". it's actually very scary as a woman when that happens. you kind of just rationalize it as a better option than the guy snapping and putting a knife to your throat or something. that's how that whole thing felt to me and still feels to me.
it's so crazy how this curse runs in families. like father like son amirite. I would hate to be married to a piece of shit like that. truly. I would literally rather die. and to know that he's taking shelter in the warm embrace of a royal political family. ew ew ew ew.
it's not fake news. maybe 95% of what's said about the godfather isn't entirely true but the things about the Jewish son-in-law are likely true. he just *looks* like that type of beta male tbh. I can see why there was a joke about the athlete and the godfather's daughter. like. why not.
crazy as this dynamic seems, I can almost sense it: the marriage is terrible. she knows he's probably gay or bi, as alleged by numerous sources, and his family goes way back with the notorious trafficker. his dad's a pervert and fraud. she steps out, he steps out. she's got googly eyes for rich man, rich man low key ain't about it. husband gets jealous, decides to traffick helpless nobody rich man is trying to help. nobody seems to care or they're too scared to do anything. husband does it out of spite, because rich man can't do anything about it. godfather probably wants daughter to marry rich man, so lets him get away with it. he's got a past to protect and a career. she's a nobody, f*** her.
they've all done this song and dance before is my guess. I can see why so many victims of this shit end up killing themselves.
you know in really long movies when you're like halfway through and like oh thank God this movie is almost over but then you realize there's still like an hour left? that's what this is, but I just want this movie to end now. it sucks and I'm tired of watching it. I hate all these characters and the plotline is terrible.
I honestly don't know whether to scream, sob, laugh hysterically, or go back to sleep.