I had no idea people took their porn so seriously. The day of my last post started a hell, thanks to a very sick-in-the-head neighbor that just couldn’t handle whatever embarrassment he decided would befall on his life from my vague mention of me blowing him off. The extent of disgust that will probably forever sit with me after witnessing someone nearing their senior years of life and using his own children to repeatedly conduct criminal acts towards my home is still unreal. Although I saw many posts circle about my supposed regret for saying certain things in my previous post, I will tell you very honestly that I never regret my big mouth. It is always weird when people put words in my mouth. I can almost see the sense in it since I really don’t say much but to the few people I trust, however it is still not condoned or forgotten behavior. I am convinced that there is something disgusting in the water, or the drugs are just extremely cheap in my previous stomping ground. Either of which, I can’t be sure. I do know that evil is real and in an unnecessary abundance in the hearts of quite a few people living in and around my hometown. Having my guy friends suddenly lose their minds because they watched whatever chance at romance they expected vanish by the second as I packed and made plans to relocate made it even more solidified in my mind and heart that finally leaving California was the right thing to do. How is it even possible someone I knew from high school climbed out of the woodwork to swear his undying love for me while having a serious (and from what I could gather, an exceptionally sweet and caring) girlfriend? I swear I met Norman Bates disguised as a real estate agent wearing a mask of professionalism. And it’s no mystery why my legal documents were sent two states away by my mail carrier when they only needed to travel 65 miles. If you ever need a bank recommendation, well, I can tell you where NOT to go as the bank I used for over a decade didn’t have any concern about one of their employees scheming an effort to steal my money by having my account shut down. At this moment, it is taking quite a bit of my strength to not throw off a few of my ever-favorite four and five letter words. So here’s where I am now…a better place. I moved to a safer region with a greater amount of quality people, gun laws that don’t make me want to vomit, stalking laws that actually protect someone being stalked, and the food is real. I had no clue I was paying for imitation vegetables that even from the organic section have no comparison from there to here. I will be posting on this site more frequently now that I’m better settled in my new home, my daughter and I have amazing friends, and I’ve alerted many large men about the situations from California, and that given the desperation of those unhappy people who made it their only goal in life to destroy mine, I wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up here. God bless my Smith & Wesson.

Some brighter notes…

Thank you to everyone that sent me messages of encouragement during my silence. I’m grateful for you, and the time you took to share positive thoughts with me even though we don’t know each other. I replayed every one of those messages during those very testing times while escaping California.

Reconnecting with Christ has brought so much hope and light into my life. My overall outlook has changed drastically, although I don’t know if I will ever be a big enough person to pray for my enemies in ways that will benefit them. Time will tell.

94 pounds is the final measure of my weight loss. The scale showed a larger loss a bit back but I’ve put on some muscle. My ultimate goal, the cut up, chiseled, strong six pack. I’ll be posting recipes and some mental tricks I’ve discovered soon enough. None of which have anything to do with eating disorders, diet pills, prescription or street drugs, or plastic surgery (don’t listen to the rumors is the point I’m making). Or you can send me a follow on Instagram at Lizzyboom1.

I’ll be back. Have the day you deserve. Hopefully, that’s an amazing one.

4 am and here I am on my computer after jumping out of bed because I laid in it for almost 5 hours before realizing it isn’t one of those get-your-resty nights for me. Because insomnia. Something that’s been a part of me for 25 years and I still try to resist sometimes. Anyway.

Am I the only fan still reeling from Prince’s death? I know there are some reading this that aren’t familiar with Prince, young ones and such. You should know that Prince was more than an icon or a legend. Prince was an entity that this world was lucky enough to have had him dance on its surface.

The news hit me in the head and heart and it’s been on repeat. I figured my mourning period would have succumbed to life existent but it has yet to agree. I never met Prince or went to one of his performances, I only heard stories of his lovers and lifestyle choices and I listen to his music like every other day. I really have no reason to even care (stay with me now), but I do. I’m missing Prince.

Something changed in me a couple days after I heard the news of Prince’s death. I’m still in a state of purple numb and don’t care to get into that right now other than may he RIP. Maybe it’s not been completely evident just yet or maybe it’s been screaming at the top of the internet lungs, whatever, but I’ve been really pissed off. Why? Because I can’t sleep, damnit! Haha just kidding. No, that’s not it. It’s because “friendships” I had no choice but to walk away from. The last 9 months have been some kind of a cleansing and purging of negativity and unhealthy relationships. Last I checked, I left behind 18 people that I’d known for a minimum of 10 years, 1 person I’d known for 20 years. One after the other, like clockwork set to signal that moment just when you think everything will chill out and it doesn’t, people I would have killed for, that I loved and respected and kept secrets for, displayed a hate for me that only ignited and burned because I lost weight.

Do I regret losing weight? Hell No. Do I miss those people? Hell No.

From the poor soul that admittedly hallucinated conversations with me and decidedly spread who knows how many fictional tales to the guy I used to ditch high school with for Carl’s Jr. breaks that ended up constantly telling me he’d cheat on his wife to the jackass that is still slandering me for not doing porn on his non-existent website to the person I considered one of the most professional go-getters I knew that ended up telling me his wife can’t know about the business we were starting, etc. etc. etc.

No, you probably won’t really be able to get where that’s all coming from unless you know more about each of these stories and I don’t expect you to get it, got it? But if you do, awesome. So what the fudge does this have to do
with Prince?

His death stings me more than losing any of those friendships did. Someone I never met, spoke to, shared a meal or moment with has left a void that I could’ve never seen coming. After hours of trying to figure why this was so, the answer came to me and gave me chills. It made me recognize a lot about life that I needed to be reminded of. Obviously, Prince is cooler than any of the people I dumped. It’s worth my time and glass-caged emotions to feel something for Prince because he actually did something with his life. He used his entire being to inspire, create, love, teach, and mesmerize people. He made people reflect on what is. There’s no time for shady shit, or to be distracted by shady shit when you live with noteworthy purpose. And we all have purpose, some people just decide that their purpose is to be extremely insecure and revel in an inferiority complex on a loop. I can’t speak for anyone except myself here, but that doesn’t sound fun. Like at all. That’s anti-fun. Even though a big switch-up like kicking 18 people I cared about out of my life wasn’t exactly fun, living my days being jealous of someone that’s got something figured out better than I do is totally dumb. You know what else is dumb? Thinking about the pain that people cause instead of living the very purpose that was meant to be lived…

Perhaps this post will be the final period at the end of a unique 9 month sentence I’m escaping from. Perhaps this post will help to remind you (and me :)) to not sweat the small stuff, even when it’s compounded into a huge crap mound, it’s still just crap.

PS: To any of those I discontinued that are reading this, it’s going to stay that way.

PPS: To everyone else, I really like getting messages from you. And I really like responding so please, super please make sure your email is entered correctly in the contact form if you really want me to answer.

“There’s always a rainbow at the end of every rain.”
– Prince

This is becoming my new wrap-up line on phone calls with customer service representatives lately. Well, it’s more like, “Thank you so much for being helpful and patient.” I thought a few weeks back that I would try this out and see what affect it has, even if the CSR and I end up butting heads (very rare). It’s been cool and amusing, I haven’t had one bad response to saying this. Pretty much the opposite of that, the CSR feels appreciated, even if just for a second. I can usually tell because after a quick, shocked gasp their voice becomes lighter, happier, less concerned that I’m some off-balanced consumer that’s going to leave a bad word about them with their manager later for no real good reason.

Working in customer service is no joke. For anyone that has never done it, I could say you’re off the hook of dealing with some major negative crapholes in this world, or I might say that you’re missing out on valuable and necessary framework for life with meaningful human interactions. But the reality of it is customer service is really customer slave duty. And there are some greater-than-heinous pricks buying shit.

Why am I ending calls with this little one two buckle my shoe repeated line? Having been on both sides of the customer service spectrum, I think it’s worth it to be pleasant as much as possible and because it’s spreading a little nicey nice out into the world to perfect strangers. It’s really fun and it gives me a good feeling, too. Plus the main and personal benefit is that it’s making me a more patient person which is unexpected but welcomed, nonetheless. Maybe you’d find some enjoyment in being supremely polite to people that have tough jobs, too.

Try it. I dare you.

Disclosure: This post was inspired by sugar and spice and everything nicey nice.

Do you care about the environment? I do. So I couldn’t believe this when I first found it, but there is a company paying people to reduce their electricity usage. Their platform is actually quite fun and easy to understand after you sign up. I’ve been messing around with it over the weekend to make sure it’s legit and user-friendly, and it most definitely is. If you haven’t heard of this already, please allow me to introduce you to Ohmconnect. It’s been a smidgen addicting watching my kilowatt usage and participating in my first #OhmHour, and there’s also an indicator alerting you to whether your home is being powered with clean or dirty energy. I would use this even if it didn’t have incentives, but a $20 sign-up bonus is pretty nifty. Please note this is only available to California residents.

Are you using Ohmconnect, or any other similar setups to reduce or monitor your energy usage? What actions do you take to minimize your carbon footprint? Leave a comment or message me as I’d love to know what you do to help the environment.

*shout out to The Penny Hoarder for sharing Ohmconnect*

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