Here are my boring notes of weird rants and normal stuff via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone.

1737. “WTC” is three letters away from “WTF”.

~1450. Maw has cut my freshly harvested dandelion leaves from the backyard. Later she washed it and is probably cooking it right now (1534PM).

Earlier, I had gave the parakeets their long-awaited bath. Bully and Buddy enjoyed dunking themselves in the plastic bath while I hosed the rest — Mel was drowning and tried swimming in the container unsuccessfully and the two girls — Winnie and YeYo — refused to fluff their feathers to wash away their stink.

So while the parakeets air-dryed, I watered the trees, yellow flowering wild weed/plants, and sprayed off the mud from picking at the vegetations underneath the tree area. The birds might have pooped their seeds, which gave us tonight’s salad. That’s what I am hoping for — an ecologically sound habitat of nature doing whatever it does naturally without alien technological “intervention” to mess up the symbiotic/spiritual relationship.

~1415. Ate at Golidlocks for a late lunch. It was so stuffy and smelly inside that later I had to wash up to remove the feeling/smell.

~0115. Shopped at McKee Oriental Market. No one uses the word “Oriental” anymore. It’s quite antiquated and somewhat politically incorrect. Whereas “Asian” is preferred word to describe those people who have small eyes, like me! Bahaha!

~1145. Got our car back from Reggy, who had uneven spots/blotches around his hairline. Most of the workers at Beshoff’s are well-dressed/clean-shaven reptoids (especially the guys) with facial bumps. Two taller older-looking white guys had VERY red face, which was also uneven in skin tone and blotchy, too.

Another Insectoid was behind those bug-eyed sunglasses. He was a shorter Italiano in a dark suit, talking on the phone; while maw and I wandered around the showroom. He coughed loudly to get my attention and mouthed “F-U” when he turned his bug-eyed face to his right.

I noticed that they brought in the “child/ren brigade”, meaning child/ren would be brought into the establishment to keep the area quiet. The white guy and his small son followed us to where we picked up our car parked near the handicapped area. This place is crawling with spooks and they really are good with money, err, service, by the way.

~1140. Noticed sitting in front of me in the waiting/lounge area, a Beta-programmed “insectoid” wearing those typical dark, bugged-eyed sunglasses. She was wearing an animal-printed shirt and wore bright nail polish. She was Asian with long straight hair and was on her phone typing away like me. She started to shake her leg impatiently and took her sips of coffee with her right hand and resumed typing.

1134. So Randy is trying to help us and later gave us two of his business cards. Oh, well, I won’t know until I get to drive behind the wheels of the piece of clunker, a MB E430. Maybe we should trade in the old timer for a newer MB or buy another one for me, whenever!

1106. So we are still stuck here at Beshoff and are trying to get our beloved, discontinued Continental ContiSport Control, 235/45 R 17 94 Y, Radial Tubeless restored from the Michelin, 235/45 ZR 17 94 Y, M + S Tubeless Radial X, Sport A/S Plus.

Earlier Maw and I wandered around the showroom and we noticed that the displays of MB all had Continental tires! And here we are stuck with Michelin tires, not that it is bad but the grooves/treads were too deep and too “sporty” for a luxury feel of a car that should run smooth and noiseless like butter. These tires were noisy! And the vibration was noticeable inside the car.

I had sat inside a Smartcar and really liked/wanted it! I don’t care if it a “coffin car”; only two seaters; had a trunk space enough for about six grocery paper bags or if it is “not a good car”/bad (as per an Asian sales person talking to an Italiano). I want to trade in my Ford Mustang for this small car! It’s ideal for my lonely, childless lifestyle and probably will get a black color and have some flames painted on it for kicks!

0923. While taking down the dimensions to two different rubber tires of the MB inside the dimmed garage, I heard the psycho LoLinda dragging the helpless garage bin off the side of the shared fence. Then we left a few minutes later to see her garage door open. And inside the garage was her white Honda CR-V.

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