Sylvanna Devlin

Since some arshole became so annoying I raised my voice and he got the “yeah see” he wanted and I got some fucking peace, some are quite curious why I’m still in a good mood.

What did he have next once he realized I was enjoying the silence that followed.

“Game over will never sell”

Ah. Huh. Yeah hunny. Whatever. I’m busy and happy about something else.

Those following the truth will no doubt be aware it’s not even entirely clear if my writing will be publishable until 30 years from nowish because it’s just easier that way.

I’ve been harassed, abused, and some cunty bitch wants me to spread my legs for her cash.

Yeah hunny. Whatever. I’m busy.

Seriously she doesn’t seem smart enough to recognize the various forms of intelligence thus think her machinations are as clever as it gets!

Yeah hunny. Whatever. I’m busy.

I’ve been through hell and back and claws are still sunk in because?

Oh who cares

Sorry hunnies. I’m busy.

I’m excited because I’ve narrowed down (with some feline friendly assistance) a really good research topic for a PHD in psychology with an emphasis on human computer interaction.

I was practicing born for this.

Maybe I was. That’s a spiritual debate I’ll leave alone.

(Sorry god)

(At least he got the joke)

I studied usability as a communication major in college. I’ve dabbled and poked my nose into almost every field. I had (before said cunty bitch or her predecessor) friends in every field.

I’m fucking diverse.

And boy does everyone right now seem mad I’m in a good mood.

Lies are the reasons why.

Etc so forth.

I don’t know what synopsis they read – if that parts true. But it would be generous to say her comprehension of my external musing is… limited.

She also sounds like a racist bitch and wants the world to think everyone is like her.

Or she’s part of said team cunty bitch and also wants an egghead to become a prostitute because she doesn’t have the brains to consider brains worthwhile.

Anyway I’m too excited to listen to commotions down the hall, yelling, comments. The kind of bullshit we were all free from but the nasties waited all day to find an angle to abuse and cherry pick (badly interpreted) quotes from.

Whatever. It’s not important why anymore. They’re not an issue at the moment. My writing is on hold, my physical health is taking center stage. And I have a whole lot of psychology to mull over.

Like I said.

I’m busy.

Sitting here, thinking my thoughts, occasionally muttering. And ever occasionally chatting with someone not in the room with me.

But my good mood is not contagious.

And I’ve been so confused about all this created fuss and fury like all of Portland can hear some two bit hustler push buttons.

Yeah okay. Whatever hunnies.

I’m permanently too busy for this, okay?