So I suddenly saw I should just, stick with it. I prefer Stripe. I think Wise is what Sajantha likes. AirWallex felt a bit, weaker. But are good for ducking the SWIFT bank transfer fees. PayPal, is like, IBM or I dunno, they're like, DVD rentals, and stuff. I dunno Square. But I like the wooden chairs, when I can't find a partner, to dance in the big, mean ol' jail, where I found my highest calling... When I--
Sorry.
I am tired.
White collar crimes and s***.
I think Taylor Swift was the one who snitched on me to the FBI.
I just told a few jokes, and did some lines of extra sugar into my bubble tea, I didn't mean to cross all of their "boundaries" and lines or whatever
She made up her whole feud with Trump to sell more of her albums and Eras tickets and stuff
* Bursts out laughing *
I am tired. I am so tired.
I am so f***ing tired.
I need to get my mirtazapine, and sleep.
And I need to call our newly intro'd friend at the bank. To see about our ads. So we can multiply the Tenali and Quintus stories. And Hemasiri's book, I actually, published a few hours ago too. I am sorry. I am so mentally tired. I kept some broken English in it, cause I think it looks better. I think it looks more cool. I always do stuff like that, if it looks good, if it looks cool. I'll keep it in.
Tyler Oliveira, he pissed these black gentlemen off, in some city in US, where they were essentially on drugs. And I found it very entertaining,how this black guy who was trying to chase after, and attack him, was like, "Why you running away, p***y?" and "I'm beat your ass, n***a, I'm bust your ass b***h". It was so funny. It was just so f***ing funny. I prefer Tyler to the f***ing crazy people climbing tall buildings. I love that dialogue. I'd keep Quentin Hateful 8 dialogue anyday. Any day.
I didn't Quintus, because the guy's wife was there, and his 2 sons too, but I was going to go like, "my favorite part, was how your friends thought you were a ponnaya cause you didn't violate her". But then, I somehow forced myself to shut the f*** up for once. Car Seat Headrest, Fill in the blanks. Jesus. I get signs..
He was a cool person to have written. I like his work. I demanded Hemasiri actually make mistakes in his book. Although, I'm probably a very terrible influence on people. Tenali's mom was pissed off, I put her daughter's Scales into this AngryPages Game with "Elle", to kill zombies.
But Tenali was the one who told me she wants Scales to be eaten by other crocodiles and stuff.
What's the big deal?
I always loved violent video games, Quentin movies and I like Negan's dirty jokes on Dead City, which is what NYC will become if Mamdani keeps running it.
They apparently train IDF on Walking Dead, according to friends in the Mossad, like Bentsi, for how to deal with the fences issue
And "free free Palestine" is like, "brains.. brains.. " or something
But no Blondie's Rapture is ever complete without some other politically correct encumbrance they wish to force on us all
I think Bentsi was joking
Mamdani's "okay" I guess
I'm so sleepy. I think I can imagine how, I could never go to school. I was like so drained. And I would struggle very badly. It's not 9am, I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
I have some chest problem, my lungs aren't good, cause I'm too skinny. I am not gaining weight. I have tried to put like margarine on my food, like biscuits, but I am not really eating.. It's bad. F***. I was hoping, to get like a tube, stuck in me, as it's not desperate, but I am losing weight despite what i am trying.
Raja once sent me a shipment of like calorie dense stuff, I asked for, from World Bank, or IMF, it did help for a bit
But I am losing weight, and it's frightening, it's like I'm disappearing.
I could have organ problems, or organ failure. I am very hurt about it. F***. Whatever, I mean, I don't care. Jagath and my dad Palith were skinny too. I can keep eating my margarine, and bread, I guess. Palith told me he had eaten raw eggs. But he wasn't as skinny as me. I'm pissed off. My body must be like a furnace or something. Must be burning at least 1,500 calories a day. I'm scared. I'm treating myself as fragile, don't do anything.
Today, I mean, call them, and then, email, uhh, Hemasiri, that his book's published, he'll speak to his friends in Air Force, who can read, and review it. Then ask Quintus to send a list of the 9+ people who bought in cash, so we can give them an account. I think our website is working fine. But we got hammered by 300,000+ f***ing requests from f***ing people who think we're Facebook or YouTube, as much as Trump would like me to be in his desk with Larry Page and Zuck, cause they're not killers like me or Kai or whatever...
