Let’s see, Brazil, Mexico, England, and now the French. Edward Snowden released information on how the N.S.A. is spying on French citizens. The N.S.A hacked 7* million emails** of French citizens. If we keep this spying thing up, we’re not going to have any friends left. Every country will turn against us. I think that would be very good for us targets. If other countries start mistrusting the U.S., then we’ll have a country to go to. We won’t have to worry about being a target in another country. I hope Edward Snowden keeps releasing information on all the spying the U.S. is doing. He’s definitely my hero. Good job, Edward Snowden. Keep up the good work. Keep on releasing all the information you have.
No apartment yet. I returned to the apartment complex I told you I felt safe in. Well, this time it was a different story. Perps surrounded me everywhere I went. I guess it was an off day for the perps when I visited the apartment complex the first time. I walked into the manager’s office and he seemed like a different person. His face even looked different. There wasn’t the smile that I saw the first time. This time, he looked at me as if he was seeing someone very strange. I asked him, “Is the studio I looked at on Saturday still available?” He hesitated before he spoke. He replied, “No, it’s been rented.” I could tell by his response that he was not telling me the truth. I’m very good with body language. He seemed nervous. Did he think I was going to do something to him? He began twirling his wedding ring around. I know when a man does this, it means something. I don’t know what it means, but it told me he was lying to me. Anyway, I replied, “Well, I took a chance by not taking the apartment. I guess it’s not really meant for me to have .” I said “thank you” and left. Not only did the complex manager act weird, but perps were coming out of the woodwork in the complex. And the area surrounding the complex was even dirtier and seedier than I remembered it. So I guess I’m glad someone else rented(?) the apartment. I’m glad I didn’t take the apartment. They say God watches out for children and idiots, or something like that, so maybe he was watching out for me (even though I’m not too much of a believer).
So, on with the hunt…
Correction: *70 million **phone calls