Stalkers… as Couples

Well, I think that cracker realized she was acting like the Cash me outside, how bow da! embarrassment when I screenshot her 8 hours of lunacy and decided to “make her famous” on the world-wide-web. Ewww. I feel sorry for her actually, even more sorry for Daniel Brewer after I post this.

At around 11AM, this insecure nut, Danielle Trudeau from Nashua, NH decides that I need to know about her crazy ass. She did it by cyber-stalking me. (This same cracker sent me a friend request last October, and then deleted it — yeah, I remember you, psycho.)

This clown felt insecure about her relationship with Brewer (a 5’6″ Army pog) who goes around reliving his “glory days” of being a CBRN officer who did a short (haha) stint with the 2ndBN Ranger Regiment — he was a Chemicals guy with a bunch of grunts… basically on staff duty, being sent to make paper copies.

Now, why am I being so “mean”?

Well, because Brewer actually called my guy’s CO trying to cause trouble like 6 months after we broke up (LOSER!!!) — and because now he’s found a nut who he can couple-stalk together with. That’s love, stalking your ex as a couple (hooray, go high-five each other in the face).

So Brewer got stationed in Fort Hood, with the 181st Chemical Co., but after only 5 months, he loses his company command because he was being investigated for fraternizing with an enlisted female soldier under his command. (He’s not the brightest bulb.) I supposed that’s when he decided to try to make everyone else miserable too, because he’s just a miserable person like that.

Obviously, he couldn’t stop talking (and obsessing?) about me when he hooked up with an enlisted female juvenile delinquent, who has nothing better to do with her life than stalk and obsess about me (I am flatter though).

Trudeau spent a good part of 8 hours trying to convince me how happy she is, how much Brewer loves her, and that she’s not a demented stalker. Some of the highlights of that 8 hours: she loves choking on his short dick (there was actually a moment when she tried to convince me it was “big”, hahaha); her “pussy is the bomb” (my friends now refer to her as the bomb-pussy-psycho; we also call her Shanay, that’s her I’m-white-but-act-black name); with her HS diploma she talks about me being a “lame teacher” (I guess the hate is real, when you no longer get spring break as an adult)… I just about died when she talked about her online clown degree, do you get an A+ just for logging on?

Other notes of amusement and bewilderment into the mental instability and emotionally unstable mind of this nut, riding on a one-way ticket to destination Crazy Town: she stalked my ex, she stalked my guy, she claim her “BFF” saw me at Walmart and took a picture (restraining order?); she threatened to tell my principal I had sex with a student; oh… and the best, her imaginary ring that doesn’t exist.

She started the crazy with claiming to be Brewer’s fiancee (hahaha); and then claiming her ring in her demented mind is so much better than mine (well, that $2,500 junk Brewer got me was a sad looking thing — which is why I’m rocking a $6K diamond now instead); I actually felt sorry for her annoying juvenile ass. She felt so jealous of me that she gave herself an imaginary ring to convince me of a title she doesn’t even have.

The thing about the military is… it’s a small, small world.

I’m happy you, Trudeau, an E-4 unit supply specialist, felt you hit the jackpot when you were able to crawl your way into the bed of Brewer. I’m sorry you haven’t the success in life to get a man who didn’t lose a career in the Army, for fraternizing — and ended up with you, a junior enlisted juvenile (apparently he didn’t learn his lesson after losing his career).

I’m glad he “loves” your tits and ass. I wonder if your mom would be ashamed of you valuing yourself to whether a short guy loves your tits and ass? — but maybe your mother was never around to show you not to make a fool out of yourself? I’m happy you’re “the best thing to ever happen to him”, because that must have been a real shitty life if the best thing a man can get is a woman with no accomplishments of her own (Brewer is a nice guy, but I think you should claw your way to the bed of a man who doesn’t need to pay you to sleep with him).

Good luck on one day getting a real ring, instead of your make belief life… I’m sorry you feel so threaten by me.

P/S. For those of you interested in the melodramatic saga of Daniel Brewer and his obsession, here is his info (next time, you’ll learn to keep your juvenile delinquent from being a stalker and disrupting my life when I’m trying to make wedding plans with a man who is tall enough to reach the top of the fridge — be thankful I don’t upload that picture of you with your leather sex mask on).

Make sure to check out this clown’s Facebook profile

When dealing with lunatics, you just have to beat them at their own game — keep on stalking, looney toons!

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Nami Japanese Restaurant Review

Nami Japanese restaurant is located on S. Fort Hood Street, in the shopping center area that also has O-mart and Verizon Wireless. There’s parking available in the shopping center lot. I went here for lunch for the first time last November with my friend Greg, and I went here for dinner recently too.

The restaurant has three hibachi tables on the right side of the bar, and regular dinning tables scattered about, but mostly on the left side of the bar. They do have a full bar. The menu is the typical Japanese restaurant menu. I think the menu prices are reasonable for that kind of restaurant. They were busy during dinner service.

The food was good, but mine took a long time to arrive. They didn’t bring our food out at the same time though, so by the time my entrée arrived, the mister already finished with his. Our waitress also forgot my soup and salad that came with my entrée, but by that time I didn’t want to stay at the restaurant any longer and was ready to go, so we didn’t even bother saying anything to her about it.

I do want to say though, the sushi chef personally came over to our table and he gave us some sort of yellowtail fish that was very fancy prepared. This was about 15 minutes after we sat down at our table, I’m not sure if he thought we were on a first date or something. I thought it was very nice and sweet. He probably thought it was our anniversary or something because I had a dress on… but anyone that knows me, knows that I love wearing dresses, especially in the summer. The mister thinks he did that because the chef probably thought I was pretty or whatever.

The dinner service was a bit disappointing, but the restaurant was very busy, and I have eaten there during lunch service before, and it was better when they’re more slowed paced. I didn’t mind too much, except when you’re paying $25 for an entrée you should get everything that it comes with! But, don’t let this one slip-up deter you from going. Mistakes will be made in everything in life. I still highly recommend it.

Carolina Ale House Review

Carolina Ale House is a chain bar/restaurant. This review is for the Killeen, TX location.

They weren’t busy when we went, but there was no hostess at the front, so we waited a few minutes until one showed up.

The menu has a nice selection. (I asked him beforehand if he gets ID at places, and he said no, so I said they’ll ID him because of me — he thought I was joking, but everywhere we went they ID him when he ordered alcohol. Ha!) The thing was, I wanted their Seared Ahi Tuna Asian Salad… but the waitress comes back to tell me they don’t have any tuna. (An episode of Kitchen Nightmares flashes through my head, with Gordon Ramsey screaming.) So I ordered their grilled salmon instead. It tasted good, but I can’t really taste anything anyway.

I did not like their chicken soup. It was very salty. The waitress kept coming up to us like every 5 minutes asking us if we’re doing okay. I hate when they do that.

I told my Ranger, I usually don’t finish my food — he said, I know. So since his dad is a pediatrician, he had went to China to one of the rural villages to do some humanitarian work, and he said that his dad thought it was polite to finish his plate, but that they kept putting more food on his plate each time he finished his food — so he realized that in Chinese culture, leaving food on your plate is actually Chinese etiquette (versus American etiquette, where it’s polite to eat all your food). I told him I was very impressed that he even knew, ha!

I think if they had the tuna I would have liked it better. The Ranger being a guy, doesn’t care. Guys (especially military guys) are happy eating anything that isn’t a MRE. I give this place 3 out of 5 stars… the worse thing for a restaurant is to not have something on their own menu!

P/S. We went to Cracker Barrel despite the Cracker Barrel Tinder girl — I put my spoon into the bowl of gravy and ate it. He said, Are you eating gravy?! He laughed at me. Haha. ♡

I Am Loved ♡

I’m in Texas this week for the mister’s ball. Anyway, he left super early for work and I’m home alone. I cleaned up his apartment a bit, and I was looking for his wedding band. I looked inside the wooden photo box I made him, but I didn’t see it, so I looked inside the wooden wine box-crate that he puts all my stuff I gave/made him.

Inside the box I found a bag from Helzberg Diamonds, I looked inside and found a teddy bear.

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I got on the bed and held it, and when I did I felt something in its back. I turned it over and discovered that its backpack opens. Inside was a maroon jewelry box.

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And inside the jewelry box… pearl earrings!!!

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I’m so spoiled! He’s such a great guy. I love him so much. ♡