Every test in life is a « pass » or « fail », unless the examination is for fun, is tossed out, trashed, and does not go into someone/company’s file. This includes psychological evaluations, tryouts for a team, applications for a job, etc. 1) Psychological evaluations are a pass or fail: either you are normal or crazy. 2) Physical fitness tests are a pass or fail: either you pass with flying colors, or something is wrong and you might have to try, again, something is not working properly, you are too obese, or you just totally fail, period and need to see a doctor to continue. 3) There are tests for school. Either you pass or fail. 4) There are vision tests: You have 20/20 vision= pass. No 20/20 vision: fail, until your vision can be corrected with lenses, etc. I can go on and on, but I will not-King-Galaxius Stravinsky 🧐 #wanitaxigo

Every test in life is a « pass » or « fail », unless the examination is for fun, is tossed out, trashed, and does not go into someone/company’s file. This includes psychological evaluations, tryouts for a team, applications for a job, etc. 1) Psychological evaluations are a pass or fail: either you are normal or crazy. 2) Physical fitness tests are a pass or fail: either you pass with flying colors, or something is wrong and you might have to try, again, something is not working properly, you are too obese, or you just totally fail, period and need to see a doctor to continue. 3) There are tests for school. Either you pass or fail. 4) There are vision tests: You have 20/20 vision= pass. No 20/20 vision: fail, until your vision can be corrected with lenses, etc. I can go on and on, but I will not-King-Galaxius Stravinsky 🧐

Every test in life is a « pass » or « fail », unless the examination is for fun, is tossed out, trashed, and does not go into someone/company’s file.

This includes psychological evaluations, tryouts for a team, applications for a job, etc.
1) Psychological evaluations are a pass or fail: either you are normal or crazy.

2) Physical fitness tests are a pass or fail: either you pass with flying colors, or something is wrong and you might have to try, again, something is not working properly, you are too obese, or you just totally fail, period and need to see a doctor to continue.

3) There are tests for school. Either you pass or fail.

4) There are vision tests: You have 20/20 vision= pass.
No 20/20 vision: fail, until your vision can be corrected with lenses, etc.

I can go on and on, but I will not-King-Galaxius Stravinsky via: #probeatz

Part IV: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be: Next, it would be a spiritual family friend of mine. I would ask how his mom is doing, if any of his siblings finally got married and had any children yet. I would ask if his older brother is still in the truth. Then, I would ask if he got married yet, if he has children, and if he is still a fireman. Afterwards, I would tell him how sexy he is and reminisce about our time together. Next, I would talk to my daughter’s dad, Pedro Benavidez Soto(R.I.P.). I would ask him what he put in my wine cooler one night. What was it that was done that night and a few other times that caused him to call me a bitch? What happened? Who was that child in the background when he would call me sometimes? When he claimed that his family disowned him for messing with me and his mom stopped washing his clothes, why couldn’t he just move on from there? Why did he abandon me while I was pregnant and told a lie to me that he was probably going to get sent to Germany? Why did I keep receiving prank calls for a few years, followed by one last call tell me that some guy came back from Germany, had a slice of pizza, and left? I would ask him why did he tell me that I should tell my kid when she got older that he died in Vietnam. I would also ask him if he really went to UTA. Why did he put me back on call block when I finally reached him to tell him that he had a baby girl and revealed her name? I would then ask him if he were alive right now, would he and his family be ready to be on a talk show to air out all of this shit and be ready to finally meet their granddaughter/kinfolk, whom I gave birth to. #wanitaxigo

Part III: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be: (continued)….. I guess I would talk to my former weekend boyfriend names Ismael next. I would ask him why he was in such a rush to get a green card. Then, I would ask him why did he like that he was 17 years old when he was 25. Also, I would like to thank him for being a gentleman and not try to take advantage of me. However, I would then ask him if I decided to steal a few stacks of cash in that house, would I still have remained alive back then. Then, I would ask why his friend Jose lied to my sister that he was 16 when he was really 32. Next, I would talk to our old family friend from Venezuela, named Ivanni. I would ask him how he felt when he finally reunited with his twelve year old daughter back in Venezuela. I would then apologize to him for my mom’s ignorance in not being his special lady/maybe future wife. Then, I would explain to him that unfortunately my mom would not let my dad go, because she was a stupid ass. I would then ask how he is, how his family is, and how things are right now in Venezuela. I would also tell him that some of my family members (siblings and myself) missed him throughout the years. Next, I would talk with my dad. I would ask him how and why he thought he could depend on his half sister Lika. Why did he and some of his family members say that she was a nurse when she was in fact a certified nurse assistant. Why did he put so much trust in her? I would let him know that it was this same sister who talked to me, my mom, and siblings, lying that she would never « pull the plug » on him like he told us that Lika and his mom pulled the plug on his half sister Micky. I would explain to my dad that I told Lika that pulling the plug on my dad was his worst fear and he expressed that in a conversation years ago. Yet, when we drove to Texas May 2011, she lied. I would also ask my dad why he returned to Muskogee Regional Hospital after people told him not to return after they severed an artery and almost died. Why did he return to the same hospital that he was going to file suit against? I would also ask him why did he get mad at me for not remaining in the nursing field. Why did he think that something like that was of importance. Why couldn’t he accept my final decision to return to the art world and just be myself? I would then ask him if he could do it all, again, would he finally get treated for gonorrhea and be smart not to take his nephew’s dog’s antibiotics. In addition, I would ask him what he thought about the outcome regarding how me and my siblings turned out. I know that he she’d some tears about what us girls were going through before he died and wondered how and why we got into unfortunate circumstances. I would then remind him that he wished me bad luck in my late teens when he saw that my writings were being put in bucks, made the newspapers for competing, and did freelance modeling. I would then sarcastically ask if he was happy when I became homeless like he said I would become. I would then ask him why he was jealous and did devious things when he heard that my brother got casted to play a part in the first movie Tuskegee Airmen. Why did he do what he did to cause my brother to get sick and not care when he needed a quick change of clothes so no one would fill his spot? I would then ask how he thought of me now. Did I turn out alright? (to be continued)……

Part III: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be:

(continued)…..

I guess I would talk to my former weekend boyfriend names Ismael next.
I would ask him why he was in such a rush to get a green card. Then, I would ask him why did he like that he was 17 years old when he was 25. Also, I would like to thank him for being a gentleman and not try to take advantage of me. However, I would then ask him if I decided to steal a few stacks of cash in that house, would I still have remained alive back then.
Then, I would ask why his friend Jose lied to my sister that he was 16 when he was really 32.
Next, I would talk to our old family friend from Venezuela, named Ivanni. I would ask him how he felt when he finally reunited with his twelve year old daughter back in Venezuela.
I would then apologize to him for my mom’s ignorance in not being his special lady/maybe future wife.
Then, I would explain to him that unfortunately my mom would not let my dad go, because she was a stupid ass. I would then ask how he is, how his family is, and how things are right now in Venezuela.
I would also tell him that some of my family members (siblings and myself) missed him throughout the years.
Next, I would talk with my dad. I would ask him how and why he thought he could depend on his half sister Lika. Why did he and some of his family members say that she was a nurse when she was in fact a certified nurse assistant. Why did he put so much trust in her?
I would let him know that it was this same sister who talked to me, my mom, and siblings, lying that she would never « pull the plug » on him like he told us that Lika and his mom pulled the plug on his half sister Micky.
I would explain to my dad that I told Lika that pulling the plug on my dad was his worst fear and he expressed that in a conversation years ago. Yet, when we drove to Texas May 2011, she lied.
I would also ask my dad why he returned to Muskogee Regional Hospital after people told him not to return after they severed an artery and almost died. Why did he return to the same hospital that he was going to file suit against? I would also ask him why did he get mad at me for not remaining in the nursing field.
Why did he think that something like that was of importance.
Why couldn’t he accept my final decision to return to the art world and just be myself? I would then ask him if he could do it all, again, would he finally get treated for gonorrhea and be smart not to take his nephew’s dog’s antibiotics.
In addition, I would ask him what he thought about the outcome regarding how me and my siblings turned out. I know that he she’d some tears about what us girls were going through before he died and wondered how and why we got into unfortunate circumstances.
I would then remind him that he wished me bad luck in my late teens when he saw that my writings were being put in bucks, made the newspapers for competing, and did freelance modeling.
I would then sarcastically ask if he was happy when I became homeless like he said I would become. I would then ask him why he was jealous and did devious things when he heard that my brother got casted to play a part in the first movie Tuskegee Airmen.
Why did he do what he did to cause my brother to get sick and not care when he needed a quick change of clothes so no one would fill his spot?
I would then ask how he thought of me now. Did I turn out alright?

(to be continued)…… via: #probeatz

Part III: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be: (continued)….. I guess I would talk to my former weekend boyfriend names Ismael next. I would ask him why he was in such a rush to get a green card. Then, I would ask him why did he like that he was 17 years old when he was 25. Also, I would like to thank him for being a gentleman and not try to take advantage of me. However, I would then ask him if I decided to steal a few stacks of cash in that house, would I still have remained alive back then. Then, I would ask why his friend Jose lied to my sister that he was 16 when he was really 32. Next, I would talk to our old family friend from Venezuela, named Ivanni. I would ask him how he felt when he finally reunited with his twelve year old daughter back in Venezuela. I would then apologize to him for my mom’s ignorance in not being his special lady/maybe future wife. Then, I would explain to him that unfortunately my mom would not let my dad go, because she was a stupid ass. I would then ask how he is, how his family is, and how things are right now in Venezuela. I would also tell him that some of my family members (siblings and myself) missed him throughout the years. Next, I would talk with my dad. I would ask him how and why he thought he could depend on his half sister Lika. Why did he and some of his family members say that she was a nurse when she was in fact a certified nurse assistant. Why did he put so much trust in her? I would let him know that it was this same sister who talked to me, my mom, and siblings, lying that she would never « pull the plug » on him like he told us that Lika and his mom pulled the plug on his half sister Micky. I would explain to my dad that I told Lika that pulling the plug on my dad was his worst fear and he expressed that in a conversation years ago. Yet, when we drove to Texas May 2011, she lied. I would also ask my dad why he returned to Muskogee Regional Hospital after people told him not to return after they severed an artery and almost died. Why did he return to the same hospital that he was going to file suit against? I would also ask him why did he get mad at me for not remaining in the nursing field. Why did he think that something like that was of importance. Why couldn’t he accept my final decision to return to the art world and just be myself? I would then ask him if he could do it all, again, would he finally get treated for gonorrhea and be smart not to take his nephew’s dog’s antibiotics. In addition, I would ask him what he thought about the outcome regarding how me and my siblings turned out. I know that he she’d some tears about what us girls were going through before he died and wondered how and why we got into unfortunate circumstances. I would then remind him that he wished me bad luck in my late teens when he saw that my writings were being put in bucks, made the newspapers for competing, and did freelance modeling. I would then sarcastically ask if he was happy when I became homeless like he said I would become. I would then ask him why he was jealous and did devious things when he heard that my brother got casted to play a part in the first movie Tuskegee Airmen. Why did he do what he did to cause my brother to get sick and not care when he needed a quick change of clothes so no one would fill his spot? I would then ask how he thought of me now. Did I turn out alright? (to be continued)…… #wanitaxigo

Part II: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be: (continued)….. If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be my kid, my dad(R.I.P.), my former best friend Larhonda Marzette(R.I.P.), my kid’s dad, Pedro Soto(R.I.P.), my Aunt Irma(R.I.P.), my grandmother Virgie, my Aunt Beatrice Alsay(R.I.P.), our family friend Ivani Delgado of Venezuela, and my former secret boyfriend when I was a teenager (Ismael Ishahara). And, my former spiritual family friend and former fuck buddy. Continuing on with my Great Aunt Irma: I would ask her why there was such a division between all sisters that caused a big family division. Who caused the division about their skin color and hair texture? Did my grandmother start the trend for marrying a minister and a military guy, because all the the sisters married ministers and all of the men served in the military. And, all left their wives, except for Irma’s husband, who cheated throughout their entire marriage. I would ask Irma why she had an almost hatred for her older sister and why not help her when she struggled. I would ask Irma why she removed my grandmother’s photos and my grandmother’s children’s photo from her dad’s house. What was left were the dark skinned people’s pictures in that home. Did skin color problems go that deep? I would ask Irma if she knew or suspected that her own father hated his own black skin to the point of abandoning his own siblings, etc., because he found a creole woman who could pass/be regarded as « white » to others. I would also ask Irma why she let her husband take over the phone call when my own mother asked for help in keeping us when she wanted to join the Peace Corp. in the 1980’s. Next, I would ask why they got rid of her dad’s car. Why did she and her husband lie that there were major repairs done to that house when the bathroom reeked of piss and the foundation and shit needed repairing. Why did she allow her husband to chop down the pecan tree in her dad’s yard? Why did she want to give her dad’s property to the church when the property was not hers to give? Why did it take so long for her to get a family reunion done which never happened, because she died? Why didn’t she ever look into her own ancestry to prove how much Native American she was supposed to be? Why continue to fight over her parent’s house until the very end? Because, she already owned a number of properties. #wanitaxigo

Part II: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be: (continued)….. If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be my kid, my dad(R.I.P.), my former best friend Larhonda Marzette(R.I.P.), my kid’s dad, Pedro Soto(R.I.P.), my Aunt Irma(R.I.P.), my grandmother Virgie, my Aunt Beatrice Alsay(R.I.P.), our family friend Ivani Delgado of Venezuela, and my former secret boyfriend when I was a teenager (Ismael Ishahara). And, my former spiritual family friend and former fuck buddy. Continuing on with my Great Aunt Irma: I would ask her why there was such a division between all sisters that caused a big family division. Who caused the division about their skin color and hair texture? Did my grandmother start the trend for marrying a minister and a military guy, because all the the sisters married ministers and all of the men served in the military. And, all left their wives, except for Irma’s husband, who cheated throughout their entire marriage. I would ask Irma why she had an almost hatred for her older sister and why not help her when she struggled. I would ask Irma why she removed my grandmother’s photos and my grandmother’s children’s photo from her dad’s house. What was left were the dark skinned people’s pictures in that home. Did skin color problems go that deep? I would ask Irma if she knew or suspected that her own father hated his own black skin to the point of abandoning his own siblings, etc., because he found a creole woman who could pass/be regarded as « white » to others. I would also ask Irma why she let her husband take over the phone call when my own mother asked for help in keeping us when she wanted to join the Peace Corp. in the 1980’s. Next, I would ask why they got rid of her dad’s car. Why did she and her husband lie that there were major repairs done to that house when the bathroom reeked of piss and the foundation and shit needed repairing. Why did she allow her husband to chop down the pecan tree in her dad’s yard? Why did she want to give her dad’s property to the church when the property was not hers to give? Why did it take so long for her to get a family reunion done which never happened, because she died? Why didn’t she ever look into her own ancestry to prove how much Native American she was supposed to be? Why continue to fight over her parent’s house until the very end? Because, she already owned a number of properties.

Part II: If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be:

(continued)…..

If I could invite any person from my life to come to Thanksgiving dinner, it would be my kid, my dad(R.I.P.), my former best friend Larhonda Marzette(R.I.P.), my kid’s dad, Pedro Soto(R.I.P.), my Aunt Irma(R.I.P.), my grandmother Virgie, my Aunt Beatrice Alsay(R.I.P.), our family friend Ivani Delgado of Venezuela, and my former secret boyfriend when I was a teenager (Ismael Ishahara).
And, my former spiritual family friend and former fuck buddy.

Continuing on with my Great Aunt Irma: I would ask her why there was such a division between all sisters that caused a big family division. Who caused the division about their skin color and hair texture?
Did my grandmother start the trend for marrying a minister and a military guy, because all the the sisters married ministers and all of the men served in the military.
And, all left their wives, except for Irma’s husband, who cheated throughout their entire marriage.
I would ask Irma why she had an almost hatred for her older sister and why not help her when she struggled. I would ask Irma why she removed my grandmother’s photos and my grandmother’s children’s photo from her dad’s house.
What was left were the dark skinned people’s pictures in that home. Did skin color problems go that deep? I would ask Irma if she knew or suspected that her own father hated his own black skin to the point of abandoning his own siblings, etc., because he found a creole woman who could pass/be regarded as « white » to others.
I would also ask Irma why she let her husband take over the phone call when my own mother asked for help in keeping us when she wanted to join the Peace Corp. in the 1980’s.
Next, I would ask why they got rid of her dad’s car. Why did she and her husband lie that there were major repairs done to that house when the bathroom reeked of piss and the foundation and shit needed repairing.
Why did she allow her husband to chop down the pecan tree in her dad’s yard? Why did she want to give her dad’s property to the church when the property was not hers to give? Why did it take so long for her to get a family reunion done which never happened, because she died?
Why didn’t she ever look into her own ancestry to prove how much Native American she was supposed to be? Why continue to fight over her parent’s house until the very end?
Because, she already owned a number of properties. via: #probeatz

Okay. I guess I will start off with I December prompt titled ‘You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More’. You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More You are not allowed to drink any more. I hate you! You piece of fucking trash! You gaddamn piece of shit! You can lick my pussy, eat my ass, and finish all of it! You drunk and sorry son of a bitch! Look at you! You sorry ass snitch! You wish! You fucking drunkard. All you do is drink all day like a fucking fish. Do you even drink juice or water? Wottle wottle. Alcohol probably dripped from your momma’s tittie’s. And, you probably drank gin and juice from a bottle. Fucking skank! Just look at your sorry ass! Fucking loser! Get off that fucking floor! The cops will be taking you tomorrow to your first AA meeting. You are not allowed to drink any more. #wanitaxigo

Okay. I guess I will start off with I December prompt titled ‘You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More’. You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More You are not allowed to drink any more. I hate you! You piece of fucking trash! You gaddamn piece of shit! You can lick my pussy, eat my ass, and finish all of it! You drunk and sorry son of a bitch! Look at you! You sorry ass snitch! You wish! You fucking drunkard. All you do is drink all day like a fucking fish. Do you even drink juice or water? Wottle wottle. Alcohol probably dripped from your momma’s tittie’s. And, you probably drank gin and juice from a bottle. Fucking skank! Just look at your sorry ass! Fucking loser! Get off that fucking floor! The cops will be taking you tomorrow to your first AA meeting. You are not allowed to drink any more.

Okay. I guess I will start off with I December prompt titled ‘You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More’.

You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More

You are not allowed to drink any more.
I hate you!
You piece of fucking trash!
You gaddamn piece of shit!

You can lick my pussy, eat my ass, and finish all of it!

You drunk and sorry son of a bitch!
Look at you!
You sorry ass snitch!
You wish!
You fucking drunkard.

All you do is drink all day like a fucking fish.
Do you even drink juice or water?
Wottle wottle.
Alcohol probably dripped from your momma’s tittie’s.

And, you probably drank gin and juice from a bottle.

Fucking skank!
Just look at your sorry ass!
Fucking loser!
Get off that fucking floor!

The cops will be taking you tomorrow to your first AA meeting.

You are not allowed to drink any more. via: #probeatz

December writing prompt: write a story about, « You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More ».

December writing prompt: write a story about, « You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More ». via: #probeatz

If I went away to travel for a year, nothing would change, except for me. My « town » does N.O.T. know me. All of my friends are online, and my family members have their own lives. So, it would be a change for the better for me. It would be a change for the better, because my family would be relieved. The food, lodging, and everything would be all worked out and set without anyone wondering where I am, where I need to stay, who is going to put up with me, their lives being intruded upon, sneaking around to go fuck somebody and being a whore if they want to without anyone finding out about it, etc.

If I went away to travel for a year, nothing would change, except for me. My « town » does N.O.T. know me. All of my friends are online, and my family members have their own lives. So, it would be a change for the better for me. It would be a change for the better, because my family would be relieved.
The food, lodging, and everything would be all worked out and set without anyone wondering where I am, where I need to stay, who is going to put up with me, their lives being intruded upon, sneaking around to go fuck somebody and being a whore if they want to without anyone finding out about it, etc. via: #probeatz

December writing prompt: write a story about, « You Are Not Allowed to Drink Any More ». #wanitaxigo

Some people go traveling for a year or more at a time to explore the world. How do you think your town, family, friends, and school, etc., would change if you went away to travel for a whole year? Would it change for the better? Why or why not?

Some people go traveling for a year or more at a time to explore the world. How do you think your town, family, friends, and school, etc., would change if you went away to travel for a whole year?
Would it change for the better? Why or why not? via: #probeatz

If I went away to travel for a year, nothing would change, except for me. My « town » does N.O.T. know me. All of my friends are online, and my family members have their own lives. So, it would be a change for the better for me. It would be a change for the better, because my family would be relieved. The food, lodging, and everything would be all worked out and set without anyone wondering where I am, where I need to stay, who is going to put up with me, their lives being intruded upon, sneaking around to go fuck somebody and being a whore if they want to without anyone finding out about it, etc. #wanitaxigo

Let me see. Now that just about everyone in my family are grown(except for the babies), if our power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp, hopefully we are like in a big nice house or something, because that is a lot of people.🙄 This story is definitely better than watching television, because the ones who have the « sauciest » and most « scandalous » stories are the ones who have been busy in that bedroom and sneaking out to places right under our family noses. Yessssssssss👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🎬🎤🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

Let me see. Now that just about everyone in my family are grown(except for the babies), if our power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp, hopefully we are like in a big nice house or something, because that is a lot of people.
This story is definitely better than watching television, because the ones who have the « sauciest » and most « scandalous » stories are the ones who have been busy in that bedroom and sneaking out to places right under our family noses.
Yessssssssss via: #probeatz

Some people go traveling for a year or more at a time to explore the world. How do you think your town, family, friends, and school, etc., would change if you went away to travel for a whole year? Would it change for the better? Why or why not? #wanitaxigo

Let me see. Now that just about everyone in my family are grown(except for the babies), if our power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp, hopefully we are like in a big nice house or something, because that is a lot of people.🙄 This story is definitely better than watching television, because the ones who have the « sauciest » and most « scandalous » stories are the ones who have been busy in that bedroom and sneaking out to places right under our family noses. Yessssssssss👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🎬🎤🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ #wanitaxigo

Imagine that your family is planning to stay up together to watch the new year begin at midnight, but your power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp. Instead of going to sleep, all of you guys decide to tell stories about the past year to each other. Does this story telling beat watching T.V.? Why or why not?🤔 #wanitaxigo

Imagine that your family is planning to stay up together to watch the new year begin at midnight, but your power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp. Instead of going to sleep, all of you guys decide to tell stories about the past year to each other. Does this story telling beat watching T.V.? Why or why not?🤔

Imagine that your family is planning to stay up together to watch the new year begin at midnight, but your power goes out at 11:00 P.M. sharp.
Instead of going to sleep, all of you guys decide to tell stories about the past year to each other. Does this story telling beat watching T.V.? Why or why not? via: #probeatz

What is your favorite Christmas story or movie? Why did you enjoy it?🤔🎄🎄🎅🎅🌲🎁🎁🎅🤶

What is your favorite Christmas story or movie? Why did you enjoy it? via: #probeatz