Another Of Example Of The Weird Stuff

So this morning I'm sitting here trying to look something up on Swanson.  It keeps pulling up a Sean.  Sean. Not Shawn. It was Kimberly at first.  So weird.  Almost like wi-fi interference and whatever from the eavesdropping.  I absolutely hate it because of what they did from prison and then when nobody believed me it made it even worse. 

I mean it's like I was sitting here trying to tell Diamond Plastics that somebody from the prison was eavesdropping and I was inundated with all these resumes these weird weird resumes for employment from the prisoners in Georgia.  The calls all night on the cell phones, and VTech home network phones.  I mean the weirdness was like so weird and that started around 2014 and just continued from there so somebody is still doing something.  Often I suspect garden variety identity theft or creepy lawyers that use other people's problems to hurt people.  
In fact after the lottery fiasco and fraud surrounding my home, and the divorces and indictments, I am certain of it.  I mean it was so creepy one time I actually thought that it was like someone who went to prison for life and became a lawyer while they were in prison.    Like some kind of prison lawyer.  I'm sure they have those.   They're probably like prison defenders and they're not public defenders but like they're probably in-house representation?   They probably get like a free soap or a free cell phone for their legal services.  One of those  " screw you either way" lawyers.  Probably how they were able to listen to all those police officers and courtrooms, media and hospitals.  I mean you can like chain them up,  there's still a docking station in the ER.  

Anyway this morning I wanted to write a review for Swanson.  Their Passion Flower full spectrum is like nature's Xanax for sleep when you are over stimulated.  Oh well guess I can't do it.   They probably got half the darn apartment complex on my cell phone or the prison one.  They won't get off my phone.  It's like I'm sitting here putting something in and I'm typing it and it's typing something completely different like listening to someone else's talk to text.  

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