Here are my boring notes:
2317. Dummies driving long trail-bed/fire trucks made rumbling noises and shook the grounds going southbound on MY long stretch of road as if they are lost or something!
2313. Sounds of sirens left the scene from MY long stretch of road since 2310. Was somewhere slow at first as if pausing around traffic and then two sounds of vehicles speeding off. At least they are NOT bored like me.
2355. Been “Liking” a bunch of YouTube videos of humor from MadTV, SNL and other stuff. Don’t know if I should create a Playlist for each “category”. Noticed “Feed” to my YouTube finally shows the most recent “Likes”. Weird. Now, I’m trolling my favorite OPEN forum discussion board on conspiracy. Frankly, I’m bored again. Need job/money/purpose/life.
2000. So Paw and I went to pick-up Maw’s prescription at CVS. Saw one SJPD hanging right on a main road near the light rail and two more patrol car parked in the general lot.
Addendum: A few days ago, we went to the CVS to drop-off/pick-up Paw’s prescription. While slowly looking for a place to park, we saw a Hispanic “father” holding up a cardboard sign with his left hand while holding the left hand hand of his VERY little “son” and begging to the left side of a light-colored/beige car. Then as I went to the passenger side of the MB E430 to fetch Maw, I saw the guy coming towards us and had my back towards him. He said: “Boss! Boss!” I didn’t say a word as he showed his cardboard sign of crap, rubbed his right hand in a circular motion over his stomach area and said something about hungry and food. I thought to myself: “WTF! F^ck off, you friggin’ freejack!” Maw barely emerged from her side and said: “I’m sorry.” Maw didn’t like how this “father” used his “son” to beg for money. This incident reminded me of many online requests to the general public of which maybe at least one or two from “team orgonite” would bother with the bottom feeder. I’m “F-ED up with this hellish planet and the endless trolls who ruin everything!
Note: To avoid such incidences, do NOT go alone! Take your family, cousins, friends, dogs, cats with you. And for heaven’s sake, be candid and polite. Damn! Next thing you’ll know they will send the hell-hounds. Sheesh!
1908. While Maw ironed her clothes (two long pajama gowns and her shirts), I made a joke about how I could create a name as a “ghost writer”. “Lin Ta” or “Lyn Tik” both represent my current lifestyle here at home. “Linta” in Filipino means “blood suckers/parasite”. “Lintik” in Filipino means “shocking incident/lightning”.
Two weeks ago after the three of us walked around the Great Mall, I made more jokes about how to pronounce a word. “Manual” has something to do with the hands; while “Manual” is a book of instructions. “Manuel” is a male Hispanic name; while “Emmanuel” is a male Hebrew name. Never mind!
1842. While testing the “Debut” theme, I heard “mittens” mention that same word during a short appearance on either FoxNews or CNN.
1731. Upon opening up my bedroom window, I heard the psycho LoLinda scream loudly: Happy Easter, twice. I thought it was a bunch of kids screaming with a deep male voice tone and had an imagery that they sped off on their bicycles. She was wearing a floppy hat and carrying a water pail with her left hand. Then she slammed the poor wooden door to our shared fence. Of course, I yelled “Psycho!”
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