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I changed the format as to the way the journal entries are posted. The change will allow the readers with a the ability to read the entries as the unfold in chronological order.
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September 8th, 2009:
However, after I hit Cambria today, where the rumors have never caught on other than the stuff that is mention on my own web-sites, I've changed my mind because I realized I wasn't just hearing thing wrong all this time. It certainly appears that some Hollywood film producer walked into town, (and really worked over the place because he even worked over Cambria even though I had not there for about a month or so. The guy who claimed to be a film producer came into town telling everyone that they were studying me because they were going to make a movie about me.
Now to put things straight, that wasn't the film producer's intention at all. All they cared about was that the auto manufactures would find out about their so called plan. And just like the so called investors we've been hearing about over the past 6 months, their goal was to get bought off. Yes folks the game is money for nothing - and you paid for it. That's because the auto manufactures can do anything with the bail out money just as long as it is under $25 million spent. And being less than $25 million, the government isn't even supposed to watch how your money is being spent.
I thought it was pathetic when I heard someone on Sunday say. "they are going to tell him tomorrow." (Labor Day.)
Well, I had heard over a week before that they got bought off.
But to put things in perspective, you've got to realize that for the first few weeks of August, I got tired of hearing about all the girls who wanted to go out with me but they don't like my teeth. It got so bad I realized I needed to throw a bullet into the fire. I needed to do something like I did with the stalker rumors a couple years back. Back then all it took was a love letter sent to a myspace account and the ding bat ran all the way down to the police station claiming I was stalking her. This is after I even heard a police officer tell a gal behind the counter at the gas station - a couple days before hand - that I wasn't a stalker, so the polices realized the girl had to be a little dingy because they had been watching me for weeks and they had known better.
But, it amounted to a few hundred more web-pages that week and it was over with and I weeded out a few so called friends.
This time, needed something like a love letter again because most of the girls would give up and shut up because they would think I had a thing for one special girl and since they didn't get the letter, it wasn't them.
However, a love letter was out. Rule #4. But what if I bought some roses at the street fair and tried not to get noticed doing it? (Look back on my blog and you will figure out the day I did it.)
Every one in town knew within hours. But who was going to get the flowers? NO ONE! Zip, end of problem. Been quite ever since, (well for the most part.) But damn, you would not believe how desperate women can be. That whole thing about money, how it doesn't mean anything. Money can't make you happy. It's a bunch of hog wash. Well, money can certainly make it easier to be happy because we all know money can supply a better life.
Get this: It's it all about the money? Well to tell you the truth, it usually is and that is the very reason I can't have any friends because the auto manufactures would most likely just pay them to poison me.
Now lets get on with the reason I even wrote this out because I'm thinking I should have saved it for my book. But let me tell you something. If you are that Hollywood producer or just another one like him. And I find out that you've went around telling people about the movie you are going to make about me before you even talk to me about it. Well here is the deal: Before you can even show it on a screen in front of anyone other than your editor. I want $50.000.000.oo up front and 25% of the gross on top of that.
So if you think you can blab all over town like that and really make the movie, it will cost you. There isn't anyone without a major studio behind them that can afford to do such a thing and a major studio would know to talk to me first.
So anyone who feels they want to scam the taxpayers out of more of their money for a movie that wasn't going to be made in the first place. Just step up and let us know who the hell you are. And I guess, if you want to come around here with you child molester rumors. go ahead and do so, because I don't think they will work anymore. It looks like we got something good out of all that money anyway.
September 30th, 2009:
October 5th, 2009:
At least in the detention centre, I didn't waste my days away all alone. I actually had friends there, something you can't have in the USA if you are a dog like me.
A dog has it easy, but this dog has to work hard at getting what an American dog gets for doing nothing. At least in the Australian detention centre, everything was provide for me and I had to do nothing to get it. So if you had to waste your life away, where would you want to be.
October 25th, 2009:
I have come up with some real interesting material, but I find myself just too tired to deal with it. Maybe next week I'll have the time off to post some of it.
I have been fixing up links and such on my sites and making things better for search engines to index. The Blog posting are bringing in quite a few visitors and the stats continue to climb. The thing I should be doing is working on my book because the developments that have accrued are quite interesting and I should be adding it to the new chapters because the book is where the money is. Too many things to do and too little time and all I want to do is surf.
Boy, I can't tell you how much I hate this place.
October 26th, 2009:
November 11th, 2009:
Then there is this web-site. I just don't know if I can do it anymore. I already except the fact that odds are I will meet another jerk in the morning somewhere. People are getting to be pretty damn stupid and I don't even want to remind myself of it any longer. I just wish stupid people would just stay away from me. Don't want to speak to them and don't want to see them either. And the last thing I want to do is sit down and write about it.
Oh the other day, someone did a Google search. They asked: Who writes mystupidrules.com?
Sorry folks, I'm just not into this anymore.
December 10th, 2009:
This morning, I couldn't even make it out of the coffee shop without meeting some stupid jerk. He butted into a conversation I was having with the gal who works there; about the fact that I already know of the next brake through in wet-suit design. This moron asked what it was after I already said I wouldn't say. Then he said, "why don't you put it on the market?"
January 1, 2009 thru May 3, 2009