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Cursing Hackers

Today I am thankful that I bought a case of black candles.

So....

I was hacked again at 10:23 a.m.  Last month, my Skype account was hacked.  Today, it was my business Google account.

Sigh.....

So many sick puppies.....so few black candles.

My ex-husband is still hanging out in the house and asking for money.  I could curse that stupid county judge who gave him 60 more days in my home.....

I need more candles and peppery hotfoot powder.

Last Friday, I went to my office to meet with a client and the door was unlocked.

I didn't call the cops.  I probably should have given them another opportunity to refuse to take a police report.

I don't know what to do.....

The IP address this time is different.  It may not be the same ol' hacker.

My ex-husband said it couldn't be him because I banished him from my internet.

I don't know.  You can do some creepy crap with pubic wifi.

I'm trying very hard to be good.

*******
About the election......everyone sucked.  I voted for people I know and people I know didn't want me to vote for them.

I was one of 289 people who voted the Atwood ticket.

Trump.....he says flowery things to my little l libertarian ears......

he'll dismantle government.....cut taxes.....defund groups that only fund their little focus groups -not help the people they swear to help....

sounds good.....

it won't happen.....

At least it sounds pretty.

*******
I like open borders.  I'm a cowgirl from Colorado.  Minorities built this area.  Black people fleeing slavery flocked to Colorado and became ranchers.  Mexicans built the communities and the roads.

I have a tough time with Nazi trump.  I wonder if he's really sat down and thought about closing down the borders...and the ramifications of such an act......

where is he going to get his help?

where is he going to get his next wife?

This guy just talks a big game.

Thankfully there is too much gridlock for him to get it done.

Me?  I'm not sure which threat to make good on first.

While I mull it over, I'll just continue to curse.

I'm going to need more black candles.

Love ya,

Some bitchy witchy

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