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.