Thursday, 12 January 2017

All tricked out for a trip that slid into a spin from Joyce McKinney to hope

The song above is for Joyce McKinney, it sums her up.
You do you know you can't phone the mental health Trust to pretend to be caring about me  (and they know you're pretending btw) and then say you're going to sue them because they know you're a nutter and won't give you the information you are asking for. Go on with your threat to sue them, you will be destroyed!!!!

Hi anyone reading this, 
Last year was hard, the end of it was horrifying then Devine with my Mum watching the drunks at the Loco we kissed and huggled seeing the New a Year in. After we watched  Robbie Williams singing doing his best performance yet. Heaven. We thanked God for getting me out of the situation
and the lies about me beating up the elderly lady. Funny how I was igoven a room by the able dale police to another (better) motel and not
once, not even now have I been interviewed by the police or Interpol etc, I doubt the British Embassy
would have paid for my flight home and ring s couple days before New Years to see how I'm feeling.

Actually, the enormity of what she plans to do to certain people, her vitriol for blacks Mexicans and
Jews and the way she treated the drive thrus she believes everyone working there are beneath her.
They are making a living and that's a great thing.

What Joyce looked like before she got wS fat as me (size 22-24)



What Joyce looked like to me both inside and out, her many personalities came through, this is the 
main monster in the horror comedy House, William Katz I love you!!!

This is how I imagined I was sitting on front seat and she was half dead putting our lives 

 her dog at stake. A relic.

Ps you're floor is caked in dog shit and you enjoy living in shit.

The quirky ideas she had planned before I stood up to her abuse... One night she wanted us to go to a
strip club and strip. Could you imagine two fattiess getting even a dime?! She wanted me to go to her
local and favourite sed shop in Glendale where she'd bought a vibrator that is supposed to hit her G-
spot. She would need it, she keeps advertising for rich submissives and she doesn't seem to see

herself as old and fat.

Making me pee infront of everybody  daily really made me feel like a dog. However, it started to rain, and every time it rained feel Jesus near me. You May find that weird, but intake comfort in train, it was as if God made it rain to A warm me I needed out of this unwilling submissive and that I will see
home again. So I enjoy storms  and embrace them, bit Elim not. Going to live in Florida!!!

I'd love to live in a house in the rainforest!!!! Only if it had wifi and TVs lol!!

How I would have loved this road trip!!!!

"It's hard to be gentle and warm"

Yrouble is, despite her being a sex offender, I feel very sorry for her too. She told me "they"  tried to pun the Bipolar label on her once, I don't k know if that was when she was in Holoway Prison or later. She a,so has the traits of a sociopath, you k ow, fake empathy ad superficial charm. I'm not saying she is one, but I know bipolar when I see it in front of memory that's I do of myself. . Or maybe she's still a child emptionally that she thows tantrums.

I would have liked dto help her, it takes s certain kind of madness to have a floor to ceiling dog cage
and then let tej lut so the pee and poop on diiscarded newspapers and be happy we how the room in
the Econo Inn.

I see you hurting, that they found your nude pics  uyou escortingand then "allegedly" raped and raped a younger
man by with the help of KJ.

She's still after him. Especially on Facebook "Horton Cooper profiles)

I would have tried pyo help her find a home, make her happy. I thought all the worlds problems are on hr shoulder and as a good friend.  But she was more interested in getting me to be her submissive slove. Obviously I believe she has a problem . I knew it as soon as a I had to make room to sleep in

second bed but when you were nweee and asked me to you you in your bed inhav to say no.I can't fix her, big I wish I could have.

This would have been her Christmas present,Along with socks lol. 

A few Hollywood style songs and things with special meanings.

And it takes a lot of courage  to try to understand an ill woman is ilso find you are facebtomfavebwith an old woman who is so nuts more so than anything you ever done.and her confessions stunned me. My rock is ,u mum, who had to listen to an angry Joyce and mum gave as good as she got!!

I'm so glad to be home although I haven't slept in aware I'm having terrible nightmares, like when she
opened the shower and had a good look at me.shen I was allowed to change my ssnitary pads you
made me do it in front of you.

But I digress, seeing mum again was like seeing my guardian angel.

She talk to me so sweet and listened without crying in front of me but I feel your bide, your empathy,
 your pure love and knowing I was abused she was so happy I survived the degradation and cruelty, this song hoes for you xxx

One song I listened to when I was on flight was this, i was hoping to see so many different 
thing.,unfortunately I was not allowed out of the smelly room or heated cars

I e been lately thinking about my life's time...

I'm beginning to believe. I could b a great traveller. Explore things, adventures, the America. Way of life (which I mostly love) and maybe Scandinavia and meet my pen pal Ully!! Life is full of opportunities and I may have one coming up! A job! More about that later.  

But I leave this post in a positive way. Despite all the hassle and abuse I've been put through, I'm wiser. Yes one day I will live in Ameeica! Or a sunny country that still has lots of rain! (Can anyone think of one?) I'm closer to God, and once I get the dentures, mew ones since Joyce has mine, for some unknown and probably unsavoury reason, I'll be out and about, maybe a jet setter?!  I'm applying for s volunteer job which would be great. As I have personal experience in this.

Hope you are all ok! Love ya's xxxx
Ps here's a song that cheers me up,  I am big in Japan!!

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