Still Lurking

Ah, they strike again.  I actually took it rather calmly when I realized what was done.

I had received notification that I had something rejected.  Not shocked.  It's a difficult website for filing. I think I was more shocked that the lurker didn't put charts and graphs to let me know how stupid I was.

When I looked further, I saw that initially I wasn't contacted.  Someone else was notified about this and they questioned the lurker about it.  

What was the intent?  It was to make me look bad.  I've seen it before.  The person who questioned her is familiar with me and who I am.  They know I make mistakes and they know I'll fix them.  They may not have known I was the one who would fix it, but still.  They questioned why she was doing this.  The lurker then became the innocent victim.

This was what I had for a long time when she entered my life.  It was a lot of behind the scenes reaching out to people privately about things that would not just make me look bad but others.  I seem to be a favorite topic.

I had downloaded the chat gpt app Claude and asked questions about how to approach this with someone else. I don't know what I am going to do or when I will say something, but I know at some point, something will have to be said.  If it gets me moved, so be it.  At this point, I'll take Irma.  Not really but I'm so tired of the lying with the lurker.

Last night was a good night and I think that makes me forget about some of it or maybe feel less stressed about it.  My mom and I went to see Mandela Barnes again in Bay View.  He actually came up to us and talked to us.  He was so sweet and shook our hands.  I told him he's got our vote and that we saw him in Wauwatosa.  I wasn't sure when he came out with his announcement but after seeing him twice, I want someone from Milwaukee in the governor's mansion.  Yeah, I would like a woman and if it's a woman that wins the primary, I'm all in.  

I'll be walking my ballot back today over to the court clerk. Our mail service sucks around here and I just don't trust it.

I should get my day started.  Here's to no lurking.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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