Well folks it's Tuesday.
I did not think it was going to take me this long to escape Michelle's clutches. I've got my escape plans made and was ready to make my escape yesterday but my plan was thwarted by the arrival of Jessica ( Michelle's new minion). Apparently a new convert in Michelle's evil scheme. Michelle had plans that included electro shock behavior modification classes. It does not bode well for me. I need to escape soon.
I was turned over to Jessica for an hour or so. Jessica is now as evil as her mentor. She took me in tow for a public showing where one of the most harrowing events in my life occurred. I was secured in a chair where I was subjected to some kind of paint application to my face. I believe it was called "getting a makeover" I caught a glimpse at Jessica in the chair next to mine, having the same thing done to her. In this large scale living area I understand such face painting is considered to be an enjoyable pampered experience. By the smile on Jessica's face, one could assume that she was enjoying it. I on the other hand, was in distress over the ordeal.
Here is the result....
We then returned to Michelle's place where she had apparently returned from her class. (Did I say it does not bode well for me?). Anyway it was decided that we were to go into a large dwelling area, (named San Frantic go or something like that) via some sort of rail system, (oddly they called it Bart, This may be an AI entity) or order to display me off to a wider audience. ( The way I understood it is there is some kind of cutest pet contest going on and I have been progressing up in the ranks very quickly. I assume it has something to do with my uniqueness) Once there Jessica and Michelle seemed at odds as to which way to go. I was made to walk quite some distance seemingly always uphill. This rapidly exhausted my emaciated body (I've barely had enough to eat while incarcerated here). After what seemed like hours we went into another one of those public eateries where I was given water to drink and a plate of strangely shaped noodles with portions of meat. Something called veal Parmesan all covered in a red sauce and melted cheese. As with the last this fare was tasty.
Once the meal was complete It was more wandering around the village where Michele and Jessica indulged themselves in what they called "shopping". Shopping consists of wandering around aimlessly and endlessly looking at products they have no intentions of purchasing. Eventually they tired of "shopping" and we went below ground in search of another of those AIs who was also called Bart and walked what must have been miles back to Michelle's dwelling. By this time I was completely exhausted and disoriented.
Oh, oh, I have to tell you about the forlorn waif that Michelle has taken pity upon and is letting use my room temporarily. The first issue she has is a misguided idea that my room is her's. It is most certainly not! Everyone who is anyone, knows the room was purchased with me in mind and specially prepared for myself. Anyway this down and out floosey has moved into my room and made a mess of it. Bags, paraphernalia and clothes every where. Her name is Robyn Reeder and a new member of Susan's. I want everyone out there to give her the works errr I mean an extra special welcome if you know what I mean... When I return I hope she has moved on with her life and gotten her own place to live so I can have my room cleaned up and renovated before moving in again. Atm it only looks a mess but who knows what condition it will be in by then. I love the girl dearly, but one would think that by her advanced age, she would have stopped slee ...umm running around like a horny love struck teenager. You should just see the clothes she is going to bring on the cruise she's planning on taking. OMG! Do teenagers actually wear those things?
Oh well, The time set for my escape is quickly approaching and I must make the liast minute preparations. Once away I believe I'll be heady in a general southerly direction towards my next stopover. It just could be someplace that starts with a S and ends with an Ana. Oh, Bari Jo.....
Hugs,
Laurie
