Life of Punishment
oPunishment vs Reward?
Which society do you think would be more healthy?
I often ponder that aspects of society and how so many do gooders are out seeking ways to punish people just trying to live their life according to their unique soul path.
I'm not giving criminals a free pass in any way. What I am suggesting is that not everything is a crime.
According to the laws written, the true definition of a crime is that you must deprive someone of life, liberty or property.
The prisons are filled with people who never even actually comitted a crime. Yet, society loves to run around pointing fingers at those who are less fortunate than them...ie got caught for doing the same thing they do everyday.
I remember when I worked at a bar at the marina in San Diego...I used to serve the lawyers, judges, cops, etc...they would drink too much. I would remind them that it was unsafe to drink and drive and would tease them about making a citizens arrest.
All joking aside...which they probably thought wasn't funny, the reality is that if you or I did the same thing they did, we would be in jail...while they get a free pass.
That's the problem with a society based on punishment!
The punishment is never equal opportunity!
Certain people, uniforms and classes of people get a free pass...while the rest of us are shamed and blamed, minimized, ostracized and punished for our mere existence!
Did you ever dare step out of line in elementary school? What happened?
How about junior high and high school? You would get detention, Saturday school and even failing grades, that could affect you much later in life.
Have you ever colored outside the lines in school?
Were you rewarded for not following suit or given a big fat FAIL???
What about all the cops on the streets...? I know of all the times I have been violently abused, raped, stolen from, pets killed in cold blood, etc not ONE TIME DID A PEACE OFFICER OR THE SYSTEM ATTACHED TO THEM HELP ME!!!
Not once. Neither did they prevent any of these crimes....however when I drive down the street in anytown, usa, the cops are out in full force....several different agencies....state troopers, highway patrol, local pd, sherrifs and meter maids looking around to issue "tickets" for disobeying a code.
Why is there always a police around when someone goes a couple miles over the speed limit, yet there are none around when someone actually needs one?
Even while being abused most recently...they were too busy out giving people tickets so they can be further punished with higher insurance rates!
The answer is simple...because we are a society based on punishment. Because we target people to extort money for the controllers. And most of the people go along with it, without questioning it...pay their fines, serve their time and believe that that's how you "give back" to society!!! lolol
If you are not murdering, raping and thieving...what good does forcing someone into poverty to keep up with fines for things you can't afford in the first place?
What happens if you can't afford insurance...? Car or medical? You get punished.
What happens if you disobey a so called authority figure? You get punished.
What happens if you step out of line in church, or with your political party?
YOU GET PUNISHED!!!
Everything system related is based on PUNISHMENT!!!
Now what would a society look like if we actually went out and gave people rewards, or hugs or thank yous....? Just for being them, staying true to themselves, going out of their way to help others and for just being a kind person with lot's of talents???
When was the last time you were rewarded for doing something good? For accomplishing an obstacle in your life? When was the last time you went out to thank someone or make them feel good about themselves....?
Unfortunately in this society, MOST people go around judging others, as if they are the ultimate authority on what ALL life should look like.
But what would it look like if we spread love rather than shame???
I talk about this in a video below...
so what do you think...Can we evolve past a society of punishment? Maybe we can start our own reward system and start spreading love to all those we encounter...?
I choose to focus more on what people accomplish, not what they fail at. How about you?
Blessings and Love,
#coffeewthchristie #phrodiedhere #wombanity
Port Angeles Gang Stalkers
This blog is a followup from the little shed I cleaned, demolded, organize, refurbished, built and decorated at my own expense under the guise of them "helping me out of my freezing cold tent."
I'm sure it's common sense that moving someone from their home to put them in a position to not have a home to go back to isn't "help" in any way.
I prefer to walk away from vampire, gang stalkers, liars and thieves...but things that have been revealed the past several weeks have proven that I need to come forward with the truth in my defense, due to them having me blacklisted, claiming I am scamming and abusing people, squatting in places I was invited to, etc...
So, as a small example of what they are doing, I share with you this video so you can see with your own eyes.
All of this was brought about by Colet Lahoz from Bear Lake, MN who wanted us to help her son build a bed and breakfast.
Funny thing is...in their comments slandering me all over, they claim he has all these friends that love him and help him...yet, where are they?
How can she snap her fingers and have hundreds of people hunting us down trying to keep us from getting paid for our work and keeping us without home, yet, WHERE ARE THEY? How come no one is there "helping" him....?
Because the whole thing was a scam. I address some of that in this video.
As if all this wasn't bad enough, I found out that the people spreading this garbage were long time friends with Colet and also friends with Ken and Kari Slater who manufacture carbon graphite spy stuff for google's Spacex.
Seeing that they were also spreading this garbage in an effort to try to hurt me and run me out of town, I decided I need to start taking and share more truth...
So here is small part of what was stolen from me by Kari and Ken Fisher.
I an now going to share with you some supporting images I have held on to...being naive thinking they would do the right thing...
These are screen shots of when Kari Slater contacted me and offered me the fake job and place to live...
The following images are of the drawings we made together with sizes that fit those rooms I was hired to fix, hours worked and shopping list when trying to figure out what I had to buy to make it happen...as well as after they were written on when the hours were totaled leading him to freak out and further abuse me, gaslighting me, accusing me of squatting and claiming we had no agreement.
The other image is the nite that was left on my car after his outburst when it came time to pay up.
I am trying to find a way to upload the recording of his outburst, but for some reason, I am hitting a brick wall, even after converting it to several file types....so what I will do is send the file to anyone who wants it over skype since that's the only way I know how to send large files.
Sorry about that...been trying for hours several different ways. If anyone wants to help me convert it properly so I can upload it, please contact me.
Here are some previous blogs regarding this situation, also proving all the work I did.
I was recently asked which was a better place to be homeless....in the city or country...?
Of course that would mean we would have to define homelessness...what if we are choosing to be on an adventure to really LIVE and EXPERIENCE life at it's fullest?
Obviously, there are varying degrees and circumstances, but I choose to make the best of it...
How about you?
What is homelessness to you?
I believe I have many homes....wherever my heart is at the time. :)
This video shares my thoughts on how to choose what's best for you... :)
I wish for you all the peace you long for...
And if you are considering getting out of the cities, check out this playlist to see a few places around where I live... :)
Blessings and Love to you all!!! May you all be gifted with the freedom of the love in your heart!
#coffeewithchristie #phrodiedhere #wombanity #homelessradio
As many of you know here, I am a "TI" otherwise known as a "targeted Individual." I was targeted over a decade ago after exposing a sex trafficking ring run by the cops in San Diego. I don't want to waste too much time on that right now as all that can be said has already been said. IF you are truly interested in learning more about that, please check out my gang stalking playlist here:
Now getting to the real topic of this blog, I want to share with you some tactics that can help you survive this nightmare.
The most important thing to remember is not NOT let them get in your head. You can do this by remaining healthy physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally. I share with you several ways in the videos...
We have a tendency to carry over their plans for them and abuse ourselves in ways that only a stalker would do. In these videos I lay out some examples of how we end up being our own worst enemies and how we can turn that around! :)
I missed a couple things in the first video, so the second one a much shorter and I'll add to the blog here as I remember more things that can help.
And if you have some ideas, please feel free to comment what has worked for you! :)
on to part 2...
city rats and criminals fear mother nature! Use it against them!!!
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your success stories too!
We must continue to shine the light on the darkness that is working full time to stamp out REAL LIGHT.
Blessings and Love to you all!
#coffeewithchristie #phrodiedhere #wombanity #gangstalking #targetedindividual
How to REALLY Help the Homeless
In the last 3 years, I have lived in my car a;l around the country, I've couch surfed, done multiple work trades and got lured into fake caretaking positions, I've lived in my storage unit, a dog shed, a tool shed and a tent for the winter in the snowy cold mountains. During this time I went from healthy, to sick to regaining much of my health back again.
Before that I was volunteering to help the homeless for 3 decades.
I hold a Phd. I've started multiple businesses and community groups.
I KNOW what it takes to help homeless people. I've lived it.
Now for those of you that say you want to help the homeless....definitely not just me as I'm specifically referring to your neighbors, these are some ways that can REALLY help someone get their life back.
My phone overheated and shut down so I had to do the second part the following day, but this is some advice for you helpers out there that don't know where to start in your mission of spreading love to us invisible people that have been cast out of society.
and here is part 2, which pretty much sums up most of the first and finishing the rest of my list:
I hope this helps you help others in a more tangible and effective way. :-)
Blessings and Love,
I Spoke Too Soon
Well, here we go again. Just 10 days after my completed project I am told I have to go...
Anyone with a brain has to know that you don't have a chance without a safe place to rest your head and wipe your ass.
In the last 3 years, I have moved no less than 15 times, with moving trucks, half a dozen times. Can you imagine what your life would be like if you had to spend every penny you make on moving, hoping that THIS lace will finally be it???
Every single penny I have made has been spent on trying to have a stable living environment...and now I'm wiped out again.
I have no idea what's next, but I have to admit I'm a bit tired of looking and trying. It seems every time after I get someones household in order, or build their gardens, organize, etc....I get thrown out with the trash next Tuesday...
Here we go again....everyones disposable doll.
Yeah, you tell me not to think that way....I don't! I KNOW who I AM and I KNOW my worth...the problem is, no one else cares enough to help a girl get her life back.
They are too busy with their lives, chasing illusions, distractions....people like me don't matter.
So whether I feel that way about myself is irregardless....clearly that's what everyone else thinks or I woudln't keep being thrown out after I finally get a good nights sleep and think I'm making progress...
Oh well....life as a person that no one loves can be hard...but it also keeps making me stronger. Not that I need to be any stronger...lol I already far surpass the strength of anyone I know...just saying...
So let me ask you....what would YOU do.....keep in mind, if you have family or money or a job, you can't understand where I'm at. But for those who DO understand....tell me what your next step would be? Do I try again? Only to lose hope again??
How many times could you handle being treated this way with no where to go, no one to turn to...?
Have you ever been discarded like trash?
Yeah, I know it doesn't feel good....but what if you were discarded every couple months??? or weeks??? How would you feel? Where would you gain the strength to try again and what would be the reason?
I'm out of reasons and frankly I'm really tired of playing other peoples games. I did not consent to any of this and I have done everything I an to say no to the dark forces, but it is clear I am not allowed a safe place to get my life back and feed myself.
I have asked everyone I know if they have a space in their yard I can pitch a tent, or if they know anyone who does....and yet even though they all have enough room, and even extra rooms in some cases....they all say no. hahahah Not one single person, not one local knows anyone that would let me be their slave and pay them rent to set up a tent and try to establish some normalcy???
So if karma was true....being that I've taken in more than a dozen homeless, fed literally hundreds of people, cared of them without charge, etc....where are all the people opening to their homes for the karma I supposedly put in the bank all these decades? hahahah
Were are all the people I have helped? hmmmmmm......
Please take your karma and shove it up your ass. There is no such thing...good for good, bad for bad.....
The truth is ALL authentic, PURE HEARTS are suffering....It is clear...the more good you do, the more bad you get. The more bad you do the more good you get....
Reference politicians to help you figure that one out. They kill, maim, rape, steal and have the world at their feet....with most of you WARshipping them, trying to be like them, while shaming those authentic souls out here only giving love getting our asses kicked.
It's really sad to see that there's not one single person that will let me pay them for a piece of dirt to pitch a tent...
And if that doesn't happen VERY SOON, I'm going to have to give up.
Don't say that you say? huh....well, YOU walk in my shoes and then talk to me about it. You live with ZERO income, ZERO love, ZERO support, ZERO friends family, ZERO services.....
yeah, explain that one...I haven't had an income since december, but I have to wait till april to receive food stamps! hahahahahaha
There is only one way out, one way to the peace and safety I so deserve....and it will prevent any other blood sucker from harvesting my energy for their agenda.
There is no good reason for one person to have to endure all this alone and there is not one other person that I know that would have been able to make it this far.
For that, I consider it a win. On my last breath will be when I TRULY won.
I made this video the other day about me being homeless again....after only 10 days of having my own place.
I'm sure it will make them a nice art room. Glad I could help! hahaha
Please save your sorries and prayers...I need REAL TANGIBLE HELP! A place to rest my head so I can get back to life. This has gone on long enough. And if there isn't one person on this planet that cares enough about my life enough to give me that hand up so I can further serve my purpose, then I have no desire being here.
Why would I want to be in a place that clearly doesn't want me???
Only someone with Stockholm syndrome....90% of the country would do that...
and to serve as a reminder....THIS is what helps homeless people...not your soup kitchens...only YOU can help by taking a moment to care about someone elses well being for a change.
Check my next blog to see how you can help a homeless person in a REAL life changing way!!!
Blessings and Love,
Walls at Last!
Welcome to my new home....yeah, I know, it doesn't look like much...but when you've been living in a tent in the mountains in Washington State during winter, almost anything is a step up! haha
So I wanted to show you what I've been Blessed with recently...the time had come where I had to make the difficult decision to leave the farm...
I had no idea where I would go next, although I was able to stay warm working at a bed and breakfast. After I was done there, I was sent these photos above and offered a job cleaning and organizing it. Of course I took the job which ended up leading to it becoming my new home. :)
Here is a gallery of some of the process...
Obviously I had to demold first...the floors needed some repairs and the walls weren't easy...lol 3 coats of kilz then I got to turn on my old art light and get some decoration on! haha
I'll update some of the changes along the way....
I will also be putting up a teepee tent so I can still enjoy the healing benefits of fresh air and sleeping on the ground...
So I guess dreams do come true...I finally have shelter! Thank you for joining me on my journey and I'll be sure to update!
Also here's a video tour and a playlist of some of the progress... :)
here's a playlist that shows the end of my tent, collapse and repair, then coming over here and finishing this in two weeks...even while taking a break in the hospital for pheumonia!!! :)
I hope this gives hope to other homeless people...there are other ways and I am so thankful to be here!
Blessings and Love,
#girlintent #pimpmytent #phrodiedhere
I wanted to share with you the structure that I was able to build for myself to live in this winter in the tent in the mountains in Washington State. I think that this could be an easy way to get people sheltered provided they have a safe space to set up.
I chose these materials because I was doing it myself and the cost. Also because if you saw any of my beautiful gardens in the past, you know that I have already built structures with these materials that have held up for years and years.
My tent dome made it through the "worst winter ever" in this area of the mountains in the pacific northwest. Holding up with even over a foot of snow and ice. The inside remained dry and intact.
All of my back up methods for structure fail ended up working after I left my tent for a month to have another 3 feet dump. While there was one weakness, the backup measures all worked and prevented disaster!
I would call this a success! :)
I walk you through my structure build here...
To see the entire playlist of the process I made a playlist here:
The inside kept evolving past this video so here are a couple photos of the inside of my magical alien disco ball spaceship cave in the forest! :)
Stay tuned for what I'm working on next as I work my way out of homelessness! :)
Blessings and Love,
#girlintent #pimpmytent #phrodiedhere
Just one thing...
Why is it so hard to have the one thing that I need?
No, I don't need you to fix me. I just need someone to hear me. To see me. To not force me to bury my feelings, my pains and griefs.
A real human who's not afraid of other real humans...
Yeah I know you'd rather take a pill than feel...but you will never heal yourself that way.
You need a friend, a hug and some tears...
But without real friends with ears who care, I guess it makes sense that everyone has to turn to drugs.
Feelings can feel messy...
But avoiding them is even worse.
Be a real friend to someone.
Talk to them about their pains, where they came from, why they are where they are...without judgement or corrections...
That is how you heal the world...one broken heart at a time...
The dad I never had
To: Frank Joseph Czajkowski
Dear dad I never had...
I always wonder what life would have been like to be loved and wanted by those who brought me in to this world...do you ever have to wonder that???
Dear dad...what do you think when you see happy families together...dads and children playing and loving on one another?
Does it bring a tear to your eyes like it has mine for 40 years? Does it cripple you in the way it does a lost lonely girl just begging for love and safety???
What would it be like to be loved and encouraged and supported by family? Do you even know what it's like to not know where you came from? What are my grandparents names??? Cousins, aunts, uncles...?
Dear dad, do you know the life long damage you caused your daughter? Never having a role model, never being loved by a male figure, never taught how to fish, change the oil or defend myself, never taught what love really is, never taught that I AM good enough and that I don't have to sell myself short just for a man to pretend to like me?
Dear dad, do you know what it's like to carry this abandonment wound with you your whole life? Do you know what it's like to live a loveless life, where I feel that if I just love him more, he will have to love me? Because my daddy never did? Where all of my relationships are with men such as yourself...?
How do you sleep knowing that you brought someone in to this world that you have only brought pain to?
What do you tell your friends? Do they even know you have a daughter? I mean I know your buddies who were part of your program to abuse me knew...but what about all these decades? Am I your dirty little secret?
How does it feel knowing that you sold me off to dangerous waters to fend for myself with trained killers like you after me, sabotaging everything I have ever done and created?
Where were you when I was in the paper every day for my achievements? When I wrote my first plays that were performed? All my scholarship offers....opening my first restaurant at 23, the birth of my children, my 2 month wedding to a guy that would abandon me just as you did? Where were you when they shot me after exposing the sex trafficking ring that YOU KNEW WAS RUN BY LAW ENFORCEMENT!!!?!?!?!??!?! And how could you live with yourself after telling me that "if killing me was their job that you can't interfere???"
Have you ever met another father in his life that would REFUSE to help his daughter when he had the power to?
Mr Big G Man....you had no problem getting Jason out of all his crimes, duis, international drug trafficking, gangster violence, drugs, etc....yet, if it was there job to kill me, you do nothing..........
Can you imagine for a minute what that would be like???
Do your friends know that while you live in a mansion with every toy known to man that I have been out on the streets with zero income trying to heal... with you NEVER showing any concern for my well being, not even after being notified of me being in the hospital with encephalitis and multiple strokes???
How are you enjoying that movie theatre and bowling alley in your home? Full service bar and table games, next to the jet skis and boats and atvs???
PS before you tell me to just go get a job...uh...you add up the cost of living and minimum wage. I have been working every since I could talk and walk again! I'm sure you can do simple math. It just doesn't add up...and unfortunately in this world, you get more money for killing the most souls...and since I am not a soul killer, I'll most likely never have a home again and die out in the elements, alone and unloved....just as when you brought me into this world...
How do you enjoy all your toys knowing that your DAUGHTER you forgot about was living on the streets, a car and a tent in the freezing cold mountains...?
Look, I'm really glad you killed enough people in your life to acquire those riches and I would not seek to take it from you...but what are they without family??? Without love? Are you going to take it with you when you die??? A real hero LOVES. It is not about he who acquires the most things. No one will remember that. They will remember how you loved them, how you helped them, how you abandoned them....
How do you want to be remembered?
How could one possibly enjoy any of it knowing you have a disabled single homeless daughter on the streets fending for herself getting fucked by people that YOU are friends with!!! Yes, I still have the recordings...
All my work erased. everything sabotaged....does this make you feel like a big strong man? Is that how you serve your country like the hero you are?
Do you know any other fathers that treat their children this way??? I don't.
Do other secret service men treat their families this way??? Is this what the federal government is all about??? Fuck the family, kill more children worldwide?!?!?!?
Well, I have met some other agents, even smoked pot with one...and they do not treat their families the way you did.
It's weird because I remember even as a child you would come around and play with Jason....your big bad son...but you ALWAYS ignored me except for when you were taking me to some military base to show me off. You took him on vacations, bought him things, showed up to his wedding with 5 thousand dollar gifts and trips......where were you for my wedding, the birth of my children, anything I ever accomplished? Did you ever even think of sending me a birthday card? Christmas card? Did you ever even think that I might be human too and deserving of the same love that everyone else NEEDS to survive healthfully in this world?!?!?!
Do you remember running in to me at the wedding where you lied to me saying you wanted to touch base and we would have breakfast the next day as you ran off...? I was standing in Jasons room when you called to tell him goodbye. Yeah, my mother and I and children were standing there with that same look of disbelief on our faces....he lied and abandoned me again!!! )
Yet you tried to make me and others think it was my mother who wouldn't let you see me...? hahahaha good one, liar.
How did you feel erasing my livelihood and business, working with stalkers to purposefully hurt me, erase my websites, income, etc...does this make you feel like a proud father? I mean I know they also work for the federal government....but geez...I guess the whole blood is thicker than water thing was also a lie...?
Does this really make you feel accomplished? I have the recordings of the stalkers you coordinated with. You cannot deny it.
I also remember the day you told me you were retired from black ops so you could finally get to know me and I would no longer have to worry....I was so excited that you finally reached out to me pretending you wanted to get to know me....
Then the time we hung up and you told your wife you were on a work call? So talking to me, once every 10 years is a "work call?" Well that seems really strange being that you said you were retired...so what kind of work was your wife thinking you were performing???
How come when I was dying in the hospital with my brain infection you lied to me about your medical history, then said you didn't want to talk to me, but you wanted to call my neurologist...? What could you possibly have to share about a woman YOU DO NOT KNOW to her brand new doctor??? What is it that you know about me that you've been hiding all these years??? And why can't you tell me? Why do you run and hide???
Yes, I still have those texts...
Do you remember when I was in elementary school and someone inserted something behind my ear surgically...and Mimi told me to tell the people at the school that my mother did it because she naively thought that cps would come save the day and remove it...? But the story was that I had mumps? lol Well, the "mumps" are still there.
Should I thank you for your dna that must have helped me survive all these life threatening initiations...including disarming an entire gang by myself? Should I thank your higher self for bringing me in to this misery I cannot escape?
Did I just learn how to do that because we share dna or was it part of the programs you drugged me up for???
Yeah, I remember you even at my grandparents house with the other men in black trying to recruit me for something I don't remember...I was like 7. I remember Mimi freaking out and saying NO WAY, yet I was mesmerized at the prospect of saving the world like you all told me...she was outnumbered and off I went...
I wonder what kind of drugs was in all the koolaid anyway...? Did you drink some too?
Society likes to blame victims of these abuses on us, claiming that we have free will choice and we chose this or did something to bring it on. However, do you remember having a conversation with me ever about what I wanted? If it's true that we choose everything that happens to us, why is it that I've spent an entire life begging for a daddy and a family to love me? Why is it that I can't create what I want with my choices...? Am I special?
Clearly not, even my own dad didn't want me....how could I expect anyone else to?
What was it like walking away knowing you had no interest in my well being ever? What was it like walking away from the little innocent baby and your wife??? I'm sure all the other women must have been worth it???
I remember the few times you saw me as an adult...there were even fake tears, with promises that you wouldn't abandon me again...promises that you would keep in touch...
and I believed you each time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like the naive dumbass I am...you proved to be a liar every time you opened your mouth.
Yeah, as a child I was told it was the secret service thing....that duty called and you were protecting me from foreign enemies in faraway places...my dad was a hero...he's protecting the president of this so called free country! hahaha
Well, how free are we with gang stalking programs with people like you getting paid to commit crimes against the people?
Then I grew up to see you never returned...doing anything and everything BUT protecting me...and even finding a way to weasel yourself out of child support, abandoning not just me, but the mother of your children to raise two alone without you or your support....Mr Big G Man...all the toys and homes, running all around the world in private jets, but can't come up with 200 to support his children? pathetic!
In fact, how did you feel marrying an 18 year old when I was just 12 and you didn't even know me, a girl who could have been my big sister? She was pretty sweet. I remember my mother had to take care of her when you were doing whatever it is that you....chasing women...
She even went with me to give everything to the people in Mexico when I used to take those yearly trips donating to people living in card board boxes.....like I am today...but I have some tarps and rebar...
You are no hero. You in fact are the enemy.
And while you have caused me only a life time of pain and disappointment, you have made me the strong warrior I AM who is able to help other people.
Yeah, I might not have toys and cash, but I have heart ad soul.
Something you will never know about...
FUCK YOU DAD AND GOODBYE. I NEED TO SURGICALLY REMOVE YOU FROM MY BEING.
In fact you don't even deserve that title...
You are just a mother fucking selfish narcissistic killer WHO DOES NOT DESERVE A BEAUTIFUL BEING LIKE ME IN YOUR LIFE!
I had it all wrong....while I kept waiting for you to come home and pretend I had a family, I should have realized the favor you did me and forgot you ever existed. However with the scars and trauma you caused....even with a brain infection wiping my memory...the memories are too painful and strong to be able to forget. I just have to learn to deal and accept I was born to never be loved. To know that we really do not create our reality and there is no free will. You taught me that. You taught me that we can never have what we want, without money and without money you are disrespected and spit on and chewed up.
Thank you for the lessons, me bad ass SEAL and US Secret Service! You're a joke. You can kill, but you can't love....what a man...
I hope you enjoy the rest of your life feeling the pain that you have caused so many in your disgusting miserable reptilian life. Yes, yes I do hope you feel every ounce of pain you have purposefully caused others, killer.
Blessings to you for when karma does hit. At least I finally got to say out loud what I've been screaming inside for decades...
your invisible unloved daughter for profit,
Christie Janelle Czajkowski
Just a homeless chick in Washington with the ability to form words sometimes.