I am going to fly my sister Mercena Johnson to France this morning on my private jet that I have stowed away at Willard Airport, and we will dine at the finest restaurants and dance through the streets in our custom made designer frocks , nibbling on fresh chocolate strawberries and drinking the finest wines, while we let the handsome French men serenade us and throw rose petals at our feet. All of course paid for by the millions and billions that I am making writing for the newspaper and at Sisters Resale. ( I believe she and I are actually going to go to a garage sale or two and maybe the library if she is real nice to me) then Sisters to drive Bob Booth nuts for a while and take my wonderful BIL some homemade Chili that I rock at with some Jalapeno Black bean Bread. Then picking up Riley and we are going to sit down and laugh and talk and have a great time because she is wonderful and I love her and I sure adore him. Then Riley and I are going to wake up in the morning and we are going to go to church and I am probably going to cry my eyes out because I am tired, and its been a hell of a week. But I am not crying about you anymore, I am maybe crying for you. You definitely have a mess. and I am so sorry that all those babies have been brought into it. That kills me. Thats why I cry and I pray for all of you, especially them. Heck my redneck self doesnt even have a passport, but that is my list because one of these days hopefully Mercena and I will do those things. Either way, its my business, and being on my own means I get to do what I want, when I want and with who I want to do it with (oh yeah and spend $$$$ the way I want) they are mine. Got to admit it creeped me out yesterday ( and I believe everyone else in that courtroom,) seeing all those pictures of my Facebook page. Wow, I have never even looked at yours and it looks like you live on mine.That is weird. I could care less what you do or who you do it with as long as it doesnt hurt people I love anymore. Youve hurt them enough. Besides which, dont be thinking that I am stupid enough to actually put my business on Facebook.If its on here, then I want it out there. I knew you were going to do that yesterday, and you need to understand It was a trap for you, and you fell into it. You looked crazy and mean yesterday, and very weak. . You have no idea what my life is about anymore but I can tell you this and I mean this, I am happy, I honestly wish you the same. Let go. Dont look on here anymore. Its not your business, You have a very hard road ahead of you and babies to take care of. I cant be anywhere in your thoughts anymore. Honestly I dont have time to think or worry about you anymore and I refuse to live freaked out and scared so just let it go. All my love to your family and prayers. I miss them a lot.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 10:00:09 +0000
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