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The Blueprint, No HOV

What have you been working on?

It’s really just best to stay away from people or things that don’t elevate you. A lot of content creators I watch I mean it’s like this isn’t something that’s completely foreign. It’s what every successful person has done. If you still go to uour nine to five looking for friendships and hoping people care about you I’m not talking to you. There’s a certain vibe that only certain people have and those are the survivors. Anybody else just stay clear of. Because there are a such thing as haters, demons, narcissists, and people who don’t want to see you doing better at anything. The realization of that is very sad. There’s no such thing as family, friend, because they will betray you too. I believe in Jesus r o

The enemy doesn’t mess with the weaker ones. That’s why they can lolly gag. It’s not worth even giving them your attention. People don’t have the capacity to love. It’s a lot of hurt people out here looking for anybody to try and belittle or mess with. Chosen ones, have a special gift. It’s artificial people out here trying to seem. like. It’s not really friendly they just hope you look at them and they know they not shit. LORD HAVE MERCy

Warning Disclaimer: Will hurt your feelings: “I’m a millionaire. Fck you.”

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

I would put it in my own bank account and do all the responsibilities that I want to now and since I don’t talk to anyone anyways it would be easy for me to stay to myself and not worry about ppl trying to mooch off of me. I’ve been homeless for six years straight so I know what’s it like to be outcast, black, in America, and not be accepted into this I visible “group” which isn’t cool anyway and just live my life.

Nobody wants to be bothered with other people’s attitude when it’s so many healthy people telling you how to get rich. There’s no need to be bothered by low vibrational creatures or haters or constantly being around ppl that’s briging you down. The world is so much more advanced. Windows 98 is definitely not Bitcoin so why pay attention to a hater or anybody trying to demean your self confidence?? If you got a little shop, ok good. If not. Who cares. Go start a riot. I just

Blog for October 21st, 2023 at 11:13am Pacific Time, SoCal, California

What’s something most people don’t know about you?

I hate people. Most of every endeavor is personal. I’m hardly ever going out trying to meet people or tell them about my business business endeavors. As an entrepreneur you would understand the qualifications or prerequisites to getting out and marketing for yourself. I was homeless six years. I sold candy bars near 45th street in new York, folded laundry, amongst other business that I have yet to recognize as something I could capitalized on. Half the time I’m only doing stuff just to smoke that day. Even though I don’t have a meth or crack addiction I still spend my money the same on cannabis.

Since I’ve been homeless I probably bought three new used cars. All of them have been later kodels but in decent working condition to get me to and from around the city I’d currently be residing in. So, I’ve been trekking and the less hassle with public transportation the better. It’s more apparent now how narcissist people really are and how more up one person wants to seem than another when really anybody who is successful is not putting themselves in some low life category just to catch areaction from some one in the food 4 less line.

As an empathetic, I hate people. I hate using the word hate. But it’s truly an aggravating feeling to be around a bunch of people who only want to project their insecurities onto you. I mean no one’s looking at them so they crowd around you at the grocery store, the aisles are already too tight, like You’re supposed to just merge into that closeness and tightness when it’s so much room outside to not be by them or the anxiety that they try to stir up. It’s personal but it’s like the lesq you’re around people who aren’t out to do anything but start shit I mean it’s like what’s the use?

One Knee or Both Knees

Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.

I don’t respect no athletes. Nowadays nobody’s humble nobody truly kind everybody’s tryna stand in front of he next to not get cast aside but who are you to admire or look up to? A whore is a whore, don’t try to only mistreat black girls then act like other dope addicts of a different skin color supposed to be wifey. Don’t nobody respect no athletes when all they are is mentally ill cocaine addicts tryna pretend to be cool. It’s not cool being in the homeless shelter and then not have a single person to even talk to about business, they basic simpletons with no dreams tryna deter the black girl from getting ahead. It’s nothing but hate hostility and envy and they try to play like mediocre lazy living is the way to be. Fck a athlete. Everybody tryna be famous. Everybody acting like they know something but still sitting up clinged to the tv bitch ain’t nobody looking at you on the train. And that’s all ppl doing tryna show off for the next broke ass patron on the train.

Yeah you be nice to the dope heads. Everybody’s a dope head. Even the judge. Everybody has bail money everybodys a drug dealer, so everybody laugh at and ignore the homeless ppl cause they don’t matter. Stop with the friendly games. Who you think you fooling. Don’t admire nobody. Everybodys just faking it pretending to be so “real” and oh their problems are worse than everyone else’s, everyone’s high so who cares how people feel? Be kind. Ppl are envious. Demons are spirits. It’s a good day. Maybe. Shrubs.

” A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest— and poverty will come on you like a thief and scarcity like an armed man” Proverbs 23:44

If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?

I hate homeless people. I hate bums. I hate poverty. I hate the attitude and the frame of mindset these type of people carry around. I hate how on edge it makes me feel when I leave this homeless shelter daily day after day walking down the same streets with tents and angry bums in my peripheral. I do not have an ounce of sympathy for homeless people. Don’t get me wrong here, I’m selfish and I honestly used to feel a bit of a sadness for the experience of these people out here. And then I was stuck out here six years. Every low that comes with this lifestyle, God brought me through it all with nothing but Him and my faith. Being homeless makes you want to give up. You cannot lose your sense of self. It’s a certain mindset you have to have to be successful. It’s not just standing in he middle of the sidewalk and hope everyone catches your eye what your staring off into space at I mean because I guess people want to be seen, but being homeless you are so invisible youre not as special as you think. There’s work to be put in than bpaming others for your insecurities and shortcomings. People out on he street don’t care about that. When I’m in the mood rgyto write in my journal and what actually healthier is that I wrote in it daily because all of my growth and processing is churning internally. And it’s tressfup to live around bums. Wa

Waking up to bums constantly, the negative energy in the air. And if you do run into somebody out here on the streets which is never it’s a bum with a mental health or drug problem. So I be findinysepf saying to myself I’m tired a lot. I highly depise saying that because I’m full of life and vitality. I’m youthful, I’m beautiful and it shouldn’t be wasted around people who are haefil, hostile, simple minded, envious with no drive. Bums expect you to stopp to their lifestyle. You can just dwell in this lack way of life and sit back like everyone wants to be cool with you. The only people that want to be cool with them is those that don’t expect shit from life. Even people who have a job though I learned have the same funky attitude as people on the streets. Especially if they’re constantly around that low vibrational energy. It’s like they become that. I have to hold on to me. Nowadays these people are zombies and self development is like reserved for the warriors.

Think how much easier it is to just spend all your money and smoke, how easy it is to drink daily, sure some Successful people might have issues but they not just floating cause staying successful takes work. So it’s very annoying to be saying “damn I hate this place” but personally I feel excited about my life when I wake up. It makes me cringe that it’s so many people around that’s not inspiring me none, at ts either handicap, elderly, mentally ill. I just so happened to be in he mix but I rock by myself out here. And that gets me a lot of attention to. And it’s nobody on the streets but bums. But then it’s regular people acting the same. But none of them are on rodeo drivem It’s not fair to me to have to keep putting up with others shitty ends of the stick. I’m happy. I’m healthy. People are envious of that. God has anointed me. I have every reason to smile and be happy and feel liberated in everything I do because I do not feel compelled to be accepted or validated by others. I’m confident and it’s better to just ignore people. It’s like they’re so bored with life all they want is to cause drama forba little bit of your attention chosen ones. They don’t want you in your zone cause they don’t have one. So, no, I’m not tired. I have a armor on like talked about in Ephesians cause demons still exist as woke as ppl try to pretend to be but literally can’t.

Tiny Home vs. Mansion | LOA Home Version | Lucky Girl Syndrome Home Life |

What does your ideal home look like?

I’ve been homeless for a little over six years . I’ve traveled been stuck nowhere, institutions, shelters, jails. I truly believe God has a grand plan for my life. Homelessness has been the lowest most loneliest experience I’ve ever dealt with in my life. My mind has been so cluttered but I am truly grateful to be perfectly healthy still through this storm in my life.

Home has been the most important aspect of my life. And without a physical concrete one I have found my true refuge in the one and only true God, the great and magnificent I am that I am. I know what it’s like sleeping out on the streets cold bare concrete. So I feel it’s only right to bask in the luxury of my six bedroom mansion. I’d have to have a fish tank, pool, tennis court. I’ve already lived at my lowest so I feel I can handle wealth better but honestly over the years I was like is a tiny home enough, is a mansion too much, who is my celebrity husband going to be to spoil me in romance and materials luxury.

I love nature. So I’d have to have a huge garden. I have an ocean view but honestly I might move in with Aubrey and millionaires row is a bunch of other houses. I would like my house further from the curb with no neighbors.

This prompt is engaging me to imagine about it more. After six years of being homeless I mean how hard is the law of attraction working for me. I mean the middle class mediocre American dream lifestyle this cookie cutter way of living life and being successful all I’m know is I don’t like homelessness, it humbles you for sure but you get tired of handouts and hand me downs and crowds of other people can’t even get comfortable or exhale v

Habits of Success | How to Travel Alone with No Money | Synchronicity & Healing from the Haunting Past |Finding Balance and Closure

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

Before leaving phoenix I meant to go to the public storage to check and see if my one of many old phones was left behind. The payments for were not made since I initially rented the space in April. I went to jail in may and still was able to sometimes camp there before that if the door happened to magically be open. And then I was in MCSO for two months. So I was procrastinating about whether or not to walk approximately 45 mins before my departure to California in over five hours later that evening. So then a guy happened to have marijuana I traded with my monthly pass if no longer be needing and so that sort of boosted the hesitation to abt to go to the storage to at most check to see if I could get in. There was also a black long sleeve shirt I spontaneously found while snatch shopping with a sparkly gold Eiffel tower . My long time destination has been the city of love for many years now. I mean the whole time I’ve been traveling I’ve been homeless and surviving with the LORD’s help of course. So I mean I’ve become more adjusted to being alone. No contact with my family and I don’t have any friends. So nobody really knows what I’ve been going through. So, in the storage I would have been looking for a phone that I got for as a gift for when I was offered a furnished hotel room at no cost to me from a diversion program when I was caught stealing food out of a grocery store. So around that time my sister came from up north to visit and I was staying there. And she was showing me pictures from my childhood of when me and my brother were younger. And I asked her to send them to me. So this phone that wasn’t in my backpack when I picked it up after being released last month I figured it was in the storage. I was released on the 2nd and left for California on the 10th. So I was procrastinating that whole time going then just trying to smoke didn’t get sent out for work even being up all night to be first in line to sign in on the computer.

So I had to be ok with not going to the storage. I could get new stuff. And get in contact with my sister again. I said some really mean things to her through text a few months back but just recently I called and left a voicemail apologizing. So this is more like an open invitation to express how I feel and cherish more loving memories together in this lifetime without a grudge. Because I was telling her like, .”wow, these pics make me feel all teary eyed” and asI was looking at the pictures I got all choked up because I didn’t see us like this now as a family. As distant as we are. As many hurts that don’t get talked about and the effects in our lives now and how we treat each other and not opening up and healing an d just letting time past like we don’t need each other. And if we’re going to lean on anybody it should be us each other as a family and that no outsider even a partner you like shouldnt come between your loyalty to me as a sister as a sibling. And As you know when youre the black sheep of the family I mean you have to be the example of healing and apologize when necessary make the effort to communicate and be strong enough to walk away. So I mean six years being homeless I have no photos or tangible memorabilia that I can even identify with. Even my best friend Lillian who is a precious teddy bear from the bear workshop and I’ve had since since I was ten years old. And I lost her after becoming homeless for the first time on my own and been ever since my car got towed in Laguna beach with her in it.bAnd I didn’t mean to leave her forever and I just knew I’d get the car out soon. Had I been more open to promiscuity and sexual favors maybe I could have got help faster but I was a fish fresh out of water and had never been on my own like that. So I lost everything and only God knows how many new social security cards I have had to apply form So I mean as I develop spiritually I feel emotional and nostalgic about my childhood memories and a lot of what how I am now contributes to my social interactions and many other areas in my life.bi hardly know my history and since my Dad passed or reincarnated two years ago well almost three years ago in 26 days I have to start with little info I have and a distant family. I mean it’s harder to keep in touch being homeless because I mean I need a car and money and all that good stuff. It’s easier to put simple but daily adding up ibhas been strenuous and stressful and you still have people who are envious and that lack aggressive mentally, jails just like homeless shelters, no time to relax and enjoy feeling anything. I would like to have those pictures again and put them on a shirt to represent my growth and the strength in family and love and how I blessed I am to have come from the family I didn’t because even though one of my parents had a drug addiction haven’t done so in over twenty years and I’m a witness and the ironic similarities in my behavior now and much I want to be success but my habits create a barrier and then I’m alone in processing my emotions ans having to be strong all the time. But I never saw my dad put his hands on my mom. And also the past six years ive been on the streets have been the most traumatic and yet the Lord spared and I survived. Being arrested over 25 times, waking up

Still Figuring That Out |Mental Health Check In| Self Care Routine for Single Nomad |Missing Daily Journaling

How are you feeling right now?

Right now Im floating through the days in a daze not sure what to do next in my life. I haven’t even been writing in my journal. Just suppressing my feelings waiting for better moment but then I’m like what’s better but after being homeless six years better is the home I’m searching for. Well, hoping comes to me in some divine miraculous fashion summoned by God. And so I’ve just been floating along I try to keep track of my daily routine which I just started because before I got to this shelter I wasn’t showering everyday like I can now. And a lot of the environment I’m around now reminds me of jail. It’s not as loud but upon first thing waking up on the morning there’s an encounter with another person an it’s close in compact. And just because people are there in the same situation doesnt make everyone the same like people are constantly staring or trying to bump into you on purpose. So I probably have been supressing how I feel and being distracted by the little noises and sounds around me too much that it feels like uncomfortable to even read because you feel watched you feel seen.

Then on top of that, not only are you constantly around people who you don’t know who’s watching your move, who has enough time to huddle towards you climbing off the bed like in general population but I was hardly ever in general population where there’s 100 or so beds and everybody’s just up in everybody’s face. How can you feel inspired by this. You have to inspire yourself. And having to remember that these others are from anywhere all over the Streets like where I used to be out all night everyday. So the behavior patterns are similar and territorial and aggressive and dealing with this type of people on a daily basis is traumatic. Living amongst people who don’t know you let alone the least care for your advancement or the work that it actually takes to not let the pettiness and low vibrational energy people like them emit and remind myself that their insecurities are not my own and that I don’t have to make them feel safe. Who knows when they’ll have Courage to blossom to be and interact in a healthy matter and be kind even you’re not in the wrong. It’s more than just about being seen or trying to seem sociable or pretty. Because if you’re pretty with no attitude you don have to bump into other chicks on purpose. I mean if their not envious their bored, but where am I to go right now from here.

Feeling like I need to take a total detox but there’s hardly any quiet time. And this week in my online studies the discussion this week is overcoming challenges that might be faced and how can I be a successful student from the experiences I’ve overcame before in work or school how I can apply that knowledge to present situations. So this whole time me being homeless I can pretty much adjust anywhere. The Streets there’s cars and traffic, waking up strangers touching you attacking you, there’s paranoia and noise, jails there’s echoes and others people’s trauma that you cannot turn off so mentally I’ve been having to endure that. And you have to hold on to yourself and keep the faith because it’s noisy and distracting and also traumatizing. And so I have to get myself motivated to keep writing to do something positive with my feelings other than holding it in because I didn’t go through this for nothing. And the main thing is figuring out what I’m doing. And no one can tell me this and my growth with all this other stuff around me it’s like I have to know what’s me and what’s definitely not. Sounds and noises included. How somebody is acting or feeling is not how I should feel towards myself at any moment. My own thoughts are my own. I have things I want to achieve in life and it’s not all about a degree. And it’s it’s not about competition with strangers on the street or anybody what am I doing with this story.

All I can say is self care is my favorite thing to do. I love pampering my skin. Instead of wishing for weekly deep issue massages I just want to go and do it. I don’t really know how I’m feeling. But I’m grateful for health and I’m still going. People really do be envious of me out here on these streets though. And it’s almost like they expect me to supress my light so they can feel comfortable. I mean imglagine the Homeless shelter you got elderly disabled and then here’s a beautiful young black girl with meat on her bones weighing over two hundreds pbs. . M

Feeling Nostalgic | Favorite Childhood TV Shows

What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

Wow, it really agitates my nerves and makes me feel slightly upset that after I just wrote my entry I paused on it while in the dentist chair and then when I come back to finish it there’s a whole blank slate here. Sigh.

So, and gliding along, as a pre adolescent age being I remember enjoying cartoons. I resonated with the adventures and liked the sense of escapism. We didn’t have cable growing up so I mostly binged on pbs, qubo, and one Saturday mornings. Though everyone in my family has to remember me having almost everything SpongeBob, I caught occasional glimpses of Courage, Mojo Jojo, and Jimmy Neutron.

Some of my favorite shows that I still don’t mind watching over real ppl shows are are Dragon Tails and recently was nostalgic over the Magic School Bus I found on Netflix (who doesn’t want to get lost in outer space) and hmm… I mean you can learn a lot about life from cartoons. And let’s give a shout-out to Pixar for bringing us that pop out the picture theme in adventures at Monsters Incorporated. Though even though I can safely admit here that I haven’t watched Lion King all the way through even as an adult. 🤭

They say a lot of your childhood shapes how you live your adult life. And that reflects outside of cartoons as well. Even in your relationships. So it’s probably always been “in me” to travel, write, and explore. I’m like the black version to Dora. Cartoons always have a lesson for their daily battle and they learn to care for each other. (David and Goliath, the boy with the dog just came to mind, and Barney too) I do come from mature sperm and eggs so I have a bit of an “old soul”.

The tv not talking to you.

What was your favorite childhood video game?