Here are my boring notes of boring events in my boring life:
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*Addendum: 06/05/12 0210pm.
*1945. Earlier that afternoon after around past noon-time or so, we saw/heard Bill the Chinese neighbor erected a pyramid-shaped, plastic shed on the north-east corner of his property. I hope it has been installed AWAY from our shared fence properly.
*1901. Was listening to Bill Clinton discussing Obama’s health care on FoxNews. Said something about how eating too much sugar can impact health. So the point is that TPTB and pals are going to micro-manage how one is supposed eat. I don’t see how they could possible measure every bite we take or what kinds of food we eat, not unless they regulate/target how business on sell NUTRITIONAL food. Makes me wonder if “humans are designed to eat meat”.
Earlier for almost two hours of phone conversation with Inday, Maw said that the old lady is a test/experimental subject/volunteer for old age and how eating Greek food is good. Upon hearing this, my mind created a scenario in which the Greek country/economy is going to be “boosted” with this scheme/scam of eating Greek food is good. Watch and see, starting with that yucky yogurt swill that was showing on televised commercials.
1410. After vacuuming upstairs, moving Maw’s bedroom furniture again and while seated down in the barcalounger eating hard boiled eggs and rice, got a call from the boy, who dedicated his five-hour, 22.3 mile marathon run. All I could do is say: “Good for you. We appreciate it.” Maw took over the conversation have I hung up my end of the wireless phones of five.
It matter NOT to me if you brag to the public by wearing your last name. How do you explain yourself if you said you’d buy us Greek yogurt to taste but never did; suggested to buy liquid chemicals to unclog our drain but never shared some ounces from your bottle; or even bother lifting a finger for us when we needed your help the most by driving your elderly parents wherever THEY wanted/needed? In private, what have to show off to us?
It matters NOT to me if you continue using Facebook and selling our privacy to the CIA, FBI, NSA, DOD, MIB, TPTB and pals. What matters to me is that you do NOT go along with that twit wifey of yours, who is brain-washing you to believe you are Chinese, to prioritize your energy, effort, time, concern to her family and forgetting/ignoring your relatives, Shillster and her cousins. Ingrate. You are like your Auntie Malouse, always “partying” by showing off to “friends” who won’t bury you. Remember that.
1111. I recalled us first cousins enjoying a bicycle ride around Shillster’s old neighbor, when all of the sudden I got my left foot caught in between the front spokes and support metal. Uncle Dead was the rider and out of the right side of my eye, I saw Uncle Gigalo sprinting fast towards us and pulled the metal bar hard with both hands to release my foot. Of course, since that time of the incident, Shillster reported to me years later that my loud screams scared her old neighbors into hiding. Great.
What I recalled was being afraid of doctors and nurse. I also recall being angry at Shillster for pointing at me and laughing at my demise. I also started bawling because Maw wouldn’t stop her EMO crying at my feet. Auntie Bella tried to comfort her from behind Maw’s right shoulder. Aunt Bella again tried to comfort Maw the other time in the parking lot of Lola’s nursing home while in the arms of Uncle Dead.
So you see folks, the old fart is a cry baby. The relatives could do nothing but comfort her. So the story is long and old. Some people can’t cope with pain and injury and only embarrass themselves by being EMO in public. To the hot-headed personalities: stop seeking attention with those around you and get a life by staying by yourselves an reflecting on how your behaviors are affecting clueless but well-meaning people. There’s a psychotic/medical word called: hypochondriacs, you know. Sheesh.
My left ankle tendons/ligaments/whatever still feel slightly “loose” to this day. I feel clicking inside, too. Kaiser didn’t find any broken bones back then and they couldn’t tell from the blurry images of my holding up the foot while it was shaking on the X-ray table. Great. I’m not so smart after all, thanks to fearful/sensitive DNA traits.
0333. Awoke to pee at this time, the same time as yesterday morning, even though I went to bed late at 0130 this morning.
0138. Couldn’t sleep but had more inner dialogues about numerology of 33 for masonic, 11 for angelic, possibly and $1.66 (change from purchasing Red Cherries at 99 Ranch) both short by one numerical value of six and nine, respectively, for satanic.
Then had a brief imagery/lucid dream about two angels of the same duality. Saw dark/black angel to left and light/white angel to right. Both had their backs against each other and lowered their hand in playful stance with folded hands in front of their chests. Then I saw/made them turn their heads towards me so I could first see the dark angel with light eyes and then the white angel with dark eyes — each turning their their heads back in prayerful stance after turning their heads.
0053. Heard VERY loud single boom sound by the cracker heads living in the cul-de-sac behind us. Must be Viet New Years, too.
0029. Heard several fire crackers going off MY long stretch of road. Must be Chinese New Years again.
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