Here are my boring notes:
2207. Again, we do NOT care to expend our precious energy worrying about the boy, whose “reactions to breakups” was to “blame the boy’s OLD/immediate family” for “not accepting Genie/Milan/Theresa/Paula as the love of my life”. We do NOT care about the twit who failed to do her job to keep the boy from going astray and the family from growing apart. Voila!
1845. Paw said he didn’t need it – the surprise visit by the Twit on Monday, when she failed to show up on Friday evening and/or Saturday morning. I had texted the boy the evening of July 13 to inquire of their whereabouts but he failed to respond. He must have BPD or something, which would explain him “screaming, storming out of the room and slamming a door” several times in the past, just like what Shillster and Uncle Dead have done when they get emotionally insane.
1844. The twit initially said that she wanted to visit Paw after work on Monday but claimed something was up — like being TOO tired and/or TOO busy. The point is that the twit should have visited Paw on the day or at least the following day after his eyelid surgery.
We sensed that something is wrong with the twit, who must think we are too poor, too dirty, too sick to contaminate her. I recall how she refused to get near Maw during her stay in the hospital. Maw said the twit is NOT a good person. I am not surprised based on my observation of how “squeamish” (a word the boy used to describe the wifey) that twit can be.
The twit is NOT a good wife either. We wondered why she hasn’t learned to shave the hair of the boy or even administer basic first aide, such as cleansing the wounds on the boy. My observation is that she prefers to keep her nails cleaned and polished instead of getting down and dirty, like Helia G. (a former co-worker, who knew how to prepare live fish caught by her husband).
1843. Noticed that Thursday is a DARK MOON and that the twit’s stupid Chinese superstition is ideal to the boy and the twit to visit us on that day, which explained why he wanted to come over on Thursday evening. We wondered why he didn’t show up on Tuesday for lunch and/or dinner. Sure enough, he was up to something.
1835. Paw is still coughing and sneezing sick with both his eyes swollen like Pacquiao after his eyelid surgery this week.
1820. It is the responsibility of the boy and that twit to keep checking DAILY if their parents (“Mom” and “Dad”) are home and still alive. After all, the boy and the twit just live less than one mile away. Paw and Maw were enjoying their snacks of Garlic Peanuts from Valerio Bakery when Paw received the phone call.
1819. At 1813, the twit called from HER land line and then handed the phone call to the boy, who later accused Paw of “making up stories” after Paw said that he had an appointment this Thursday evening. Paw wanted the boy and the twit to come over next week when he feels better. But honestly, we do NOT care because they failed to “keep in touch” normally/
Point is that the twit can come anytime without making a “BIG DEAL” over the DAMN PHONE about scheduling an appointment to see her “Mom” and “Dad”.
1310. Saw dashboard read as 43,665 (speedometer).
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