Here are my boring notes:
2124. Keep seeing the televised commercial for “http://www.hispanicfund.org/”. Had the same old thought that blue collar jobs of manual labor and skill trade are NECESSARY, just as important as white collar/criminal jobs.
2110. During this morning’s mass at 08:00AM, I flicked off a short Hispanic creature who was sitting behind me. She didn’t even seem to give direct eye contact to me or say that sign of “peace be with you”. I thought to myself: “Bitch!” She cleared her throat and I cleared mine louder upon which Maw rebuked me twice. I then pretended to scratch my back with my left middle finger to flick her off. She was wearing a sky blue shirt with some sort of white patter, possibly clouds. Of course, I didn’t care if she knew I disregarded her and kept ranting for her to go away, which she after we returned to our pews after receiving the Eucharistic host. Piss-offs.
2018. Was watching part of “The Huckabee” (FoxNews) and Michelle Bachmann was talking about how the Libyan leader was an ally to America until he got “killed” in a hail of bullets. Maw said America is stupid for letting the Muslim leaders rule with an iron/bloody fist among thugs.
1924. Couldn’t catch some of Netanyahu’s speech in which he might have used the word “grout”, which is used in masonry work.
1816. Small flock of birds flew overhead towards south. Shadow of birds into bedroom window a few hours ago to signal that I should look up to the skies to see sylphs ahoy! Long, White Dragons! Wispy, feathery wings!
1639. Damn spics won’t shut their boom noise from their white SUV truck. Messed up your country and infiltrate another country like teenie-weenie/shriveled-little thugs, eh.
1628. Heard a seven-toned horn sounded softy from MY long stretch of road. The pussheads just don’t get it. You messed up your countries. Don’t mess up our neighborhood.
1229. Paw left a voicemail message to the “P@ul’s H@ndym@n Serv!es” (Fremont, CA) regarding the leak on the new install of PVC pipes in the kitchen sink. The chump said that he would return (guaranteed) if there was any problem. He also said that he would find/give a cap for the now exposed sprayer hold on the right side of the stainless steel sink. So far, the chump has NOT yet returned our call. Perhaps, RedBeacon.com via THD should know the error of their ways!
1205. Father Lim had blessed the three of us and placed his right hand on my head after he got some money in an envelop from Maw and Paw. I had to help him but the two other envelopes from other parishioners into his right/front/shirt pocket. Carlos the Sancristy server was sitting down and saw envelop. We shook hands with the old emotional fart. Then Father Noel did the same and followed behind us, out the back door.
1030. The toothless, fat-bellied, Filipino guy was singing aloud in front of the Valerio Bakery. Three sets of people handed the middle-aged fools money. But he thanked them and said “God Bless You”. “Bayan ko!” He sang three times and used the word “pila”. Sorry, chumps. I don’t understand your language. Maw and Paw came back with two small dishes of food. Maw complained that the “pandisal” bread was half its size for the past few weeks. They claimed the cook is news. Liars. They are cutting back on their quality and still charge more. That place won’t last if they keep up this kind of slow service.
0924. Noticed the MB E430 dashboard read as 44,422 (odometer) and 956.1 (speedometer).
0911. Here is an interesting Biblical passage: James 2:24-18.
0747. After Maw scolded Paw for intentionally holding the two of us hostage with his deliberate slowness (a form of passive-aggressive behavior), Maw noticed a florescent-color, hot-pink garage sale sign on our tree. After Paw loaded himself into the MB E430, I drove up to our tree and promptly removed it. We headed to our local USPS station and dropped off my bi-weekly claim, of which five weeks remains! I threw the “144” sign in the trash can of the vestibule where a bunch of white folks were gathered for signing up and selling books of “biblestudyforcatholic.com”. But of course, my alleged participation in a grander “playbook” bars none. Bahaha! We noticed three more of the signs from down the RUE, the yellow fire hydrant and the streetlight post next to the Chinese. The last location had its sign blown on the front Zen garden of the Chinese living in front of us.
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