Here are my boring notes:
2259. I went to close the double-pane, vinyl window through my closed wooden blinds. While doing so, I noticed the bright lights turned on in MY direction. The house is supposed to be occupied by SA Indians, living next door to a deceased (male) pedophile. As soon as I closed the window (a few times), the bright light turned off. The SJPD should add that house to their list of spooks. There used to be a LONG-bed truck of maroon color parked there. Their damn tire crashed into our street fence, which they repaired for free (long ago). I took photos and uploaded now deleted from my Flickr account.
1719. I changed my login ID to a head hunter and entered a the link, which doesn’t seem to work now.
1556. Per head hunter via current, has to start gig inside warehouse, just like J.R. of L.A. Has to bring walking shoes, take pain killers, walking hat and lunch sandwich, which Maw is reluctant to make for tomorrow/me.
1541. Still archiving old files from my stupid personal computer. Come to think of it I really want to simplify everything and forget about everything and just delete everything, which is temporary, like so-called friends, who aren’t really “there” when comes the time to bury.
1430. Had to stop washing cars because Paw was going to vacuum the interior. It’s better to have a complete auto detail instead of troubling ourselves this way. Took a shower afterwards.
1419. Saw a gray, small, broken-down car with lights on. It was the Mexican neighbors coming home. A few minutes later, two stupid/smiling Mexican kids drove up on MY drive. One was a square dark gray car being driven by a girl and behind her was a dark gray/black truck with a smiling doggy in the long-bed trunk.
1407. To the SJPD, TPTB and pals. The divorced nutter/possessed psycho lightly honked her horn as she left the scene, headed northbound on MY long stretch of road. Yesterday, she glared into my direction around 1000 AM. Now she thinks we are friends. Creepy, looney bins. Oh and to my favorite alphabet agency, are you guys done with whatever you are supposed to do because I don’t see progress on my end! Mind you, I’m not afraid of contacting local authorities/politicians.
13:48:48. Took a photo of a white four-door Honda, which left the scene going northbound on MY long stretch of road. Saw a FAT Filipina with straight long hair looking into my direction through her opened window on the driver’s side. She was parked in front of the two mailboxes of the Chinese living across from us. She stopped talking on the cellphone.
Belinda, the divorced nutter/possessed psycho parked her white Honda CRV with the signboard of the Mayor of Milpitas attached to her spare/outside wheel.
1335. Maw told Paw and I that in her home town: “Follow the advice of the old and you will reach your destination”. That was about her and how she was the only sibling in her family to work and enjoy what she does. But she was implying about me and my brother. Of course, we don’t care because it is: “out with the old and in with the new”.
1305. At 1300, Paw had pulled the MB E430 into the garage. He had finished washing his car. I noticed a white utility vehicle was parked underneath the eucalyptus tree of the Chinese neighbor living across from us. He left the scene after one hour of staying there, made a U-turn and headed southbound on MY long stretch of road.
0833. Called our local Denny’s Restaurant and order two orders of “Stack Pancakes” (for $4.32 or $2 for 2 pancakes). It’s much bigger and fluffier than McDonald’s hotcakes at $1.50 for two small ones!
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