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J’s wife, mom of many, grandma of three, Alaskan island life, highly blessed and favored, Christ appreciator
Alaska, USA
Joined October 2021
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Don’t even leave this man a cardboard box to rest his head in at night. Let him stare up at the sky wailing like Job. Leave him so little to continue distracting him that he begins to understand his place again among us mere mortals. Two hits of ozempic and he forgot who he was.
Yes. This was me washing my clothes in a communal shower in Moscow. I know my story is bonkers so I’ll need to add pictures to every chapter for anyone to believe me.
No I never was a lesbian, I just married one once. It remains a cosmic mystery of science how I have a useless womb and my ex-wife, who is about as maternal as a rusty sledgehammer, managed to carry a child.
I need a ghost writer that’ll listen to me talk about my life and just write stuff down with correct grammar and 50% less cussing. Please change government names to protect the innocent.
I’ve never read a graphic novel but I think a cartoon version of me would be objectively funny.
Replying to @luinalaska
Jesus Christ
you need to write this book
A graphic novel series woild be awesome
All these haters saying Hila Klein isn’t objectively beautiful. I know you lie. You have two eyes capable of seeing she’s objectively stunning. Women can be such haters. She could cut my fat ass with her cheekbones. She looks good in a bucket hat. That shouldn’t even be possible.
My computer I use for all my writing is currently soaking wet despite being inside my living room so I’d say *not so good*
My memoir would be like:
Chapter one: being raised Quaker with a horse named Sassy in a single wide and then having to bury your mom
Chapter one and a half: growing up funny lookin and why it’s just not that big of a deal
Chapter two: the time I went to high school in the Czech Republic at 15 by myself including the time I took a bus to Italy with the school choir for absolutely no reason because I surely can’t sing
Chapter three: college in Russia
Chapter four: the intense international love affair with the British chick
Chapter five: being adopted as an adult by a south Asian woman who may or may not be the most powerful witch in the Navajo region and becoming a nurse in the New Mexico desert
Chapter six: attending witch seminary and the cult of the gender neutral priestx
Chapter seven: Alaska steals me from the lower 48
Chapter eight: marrying a really mean Korean lesbian and becoming a mom
Chapter nine: Catholicism intensifies
Chapter ten: working in the arctic
Chapter eleven: marrying J, adopting all these kids
Chapter twelve: that time I got paralyzed by a flu shot
Chapter thirteen: owning a laundromat blues
Chapter fourteen: becoming a grandma in your 30s is only for God’s favorites
Chapter fifteen: destroying my lungs with lithium battery factory residue dirt in the NC mountains after hurricane helene
Chapter sixteen: bringing my kids back to the villages up north to patch up some metaphysical adoption wounds
Chapter seventeen: AI, hunting pedos, and other fun side quests
I hope to contribute enough to this world that my very existence strikes fear in the heart of pedos. I would consider it the highest honor. 98% of my interest in emerging tech is how to destroy the lives of pedos.
Me in self funded AI classes: oh why am I here? No I don’t work in tech. No I’m not trying to land a fancy job. Listen so it was 1992….
I’m working on some comptia certs for fun. I’m not smart enough to build something to destroy perverts with. yet.
If you make a living catching pedos you shouldn’t have to pay taxes to begin with.
Replying to @mamawrench
Like imagine saying that the guy who makes pedos live in terror is "the real villain" because he didn't file taxes a few times.
If you aren’t loudly praying over your 17 year old son to not get drug resistant gonorrhea every single time he leaves the house on a weekend night are you even parenting? Low effort moms disgust me.
By the way I am the first person people call when they are worried about catching downstairs business germs. I’m a loud pray-er but also a gentle friend. I’m like honey this is why God gave us antibiotics don’t be too hard on yourself. Unless you’re my son. In which case be meaner to yourself please this is outrageous.
Lord gave me a tall good lookin’ 17 year old son to raise who is admired by people of the female persuasion.
Me twice a day and three times on Sunday:
JESUS PLEASE WATCH OVER OUR BOY DO NOT GET ANYONE PREGNANT TODAY
My son:
MOM I AM NOT RUINING MY LIFE TODAY STOP IT
His dad: it won’t ruin your life it just means now you got a WIFE and she lives with US FOREVER WITH YOUR BABY YOU HAVE WITH A WIFE







