Here are my boring notes about boring events in my boring life via my boring “Memo” app of my boring smart/cellphone:
2032. Prior to this weekends “super moon”, we heard a chicken crowing several times in our neighbor. My first thought was that it would be sacrificed. The sound was no longer heard. These Chinks/Gooks are really riding on my last nerve with their damn superstition. And now the Hillary is trying to get a disabled blind Chink with colon cancer and a broken foot asylum in America. WTF? If one can go through, then you might as well enclose all the perverts and psychopaths on the moon or something but not here. (Reminder: I’m an ASIAN-American with lots of unkind but truthful words. So help me God. Amen.)
2019. While hanging clothes after ironing last night’s load, I spoke aloud and didn’t realize that Maw was already in her bedroom. It was an old thought about a co-worker, a red-headed guy who was thrilled to work at a local amusement park. I broke the news to him that people (namely the supervisors) were laughing at him. He got mad, threw down his inventory, went into the back room and was never heard from ever again. That’s my purpose: the truthiness advocate. So you have been warned.
1932. Had a thought about how the election/voting system is NOT entirely rigged but NOT without imperfections. My bad English meant to say that this system is HEAVILY influenced by TPTB and pals. That’s all. Everything else will have its kinked worked out.
1930. Saw a BIG, fat bumble bee flying/crashing slowly/sluggishly into the back screen door. I let it out and saw that it sort of turned to look back at who let it free. I didn’t mean to blow into it, thinking it would turn back. I hope I didn’t give it my cooties.
1859. Watched FoxNews and “A Visit With George W. Bush” about heath and fitness. Did you know he mountain bikes? Maw suggested I take up biking again but I have hemorrhoids and cannot find a good seat cushion for a comfortable ride!
1200. For half and hour, we attended mass at Our Lady of Peace (a Catholic church but by no means also a place of worshiping the mother goddess for those who know what I mean). The damn Flip of a priest had his microphone full blast. His sermon was so loud, too. I really wanted to punch this psycho in the mouth. He wouldn’t stop signing so loudly too. I think most Flips are really CRAZY. They like to show off too even above God. It’s amazing how many psychos need spiritual Prozac of some sort. God!
1011. A family of three walked in – or should I say – two swollen women (a mother and daughter) wobbled towards the breakfast line. Earlier a Beta-programmed Viet woman sashayed with a distinct butt sway. She was wearing a dark-green/black colored animal print.
1010. Was eating TOO much breakfast and saw two inspectors walking from the kitchen and out front where the cash registers are located. One was a tall Asian man in yellow shirt and buff-colored slacks and the woman had lots of gray hair in a bob hair style. The left through the bakery door. Fresh oil/asphalt was being applied in that general parking lot and we had to walk a little bit to and fro.
0927. Listened to El Rushbeau about un/deremployement figures. He mentioned how the “baby boomers” are retiring and surely the batches of young/college graduates should fill in these positions. He said there are 220 million people in America and 88 million are un/deremployed, meaning that around 44% are probably on some sort of government subsistence while the rest are contributing/working hard to keep us happy.
0800. Arrived at the place wheels service but saw a Mexicano blocking the “entrance” with his beat-up truck. Then an Asian man in khaki “skorts” and white shirt parked his silver MB in reverse. He got problems with vibration through his steering column. “Erir” the dark-skinned, short Mexicano made unhappy sounds and saw the jacked up car and knew it was a “balancing problem”. He was told not to drive at high speeds. The Chink needed to use the vehicle during the weekends. Then a short Filipino man in black pants and white shirt wore a man purse (Coach) over his shoulder. He was so impatient that he handed the key to “Eric” who kept silent and looked confused at why the asshole told him: “You figure it out!” The damn dark-skinned, tweeny-weeny Flip was too ugly and got into a light blue sedan of a driver/ride. The Jeff and David arrived twenty minutes later. Jeff was too busy walking fast (with his right calf tattoo) to talk and told me that David would take care of me. David seemed to have tears in his eyes after we inquired of the completion time of approximately one week. Oh, well. For $620 ($500 for the coating and $30 for each tire dismount, replace and balance), I hope they take care of my car. We finished in time and saw Maw walking towards us.
0711. Had a thought about how religious “gangs” are more powerful with “water boarding”, which in my mind was an imagery of techniques used to make one REALLY sad and cry, too. Those who resort to ammunition cannot win against spiritual warfare.
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