Definitely blogging is getting boring. I went online and didn’t find anything interesting, not even “news”. I find practicing the church music on my piano is boring. But last night, I enjoyed playing Japanese anime music at VERY slow pace because the music is fast like arcade games.
After help Paw remove garlic skins to replenish a plastic container of garlic cloves, there was nothing left to do but to either go online/watch television – both are boring, or take a nap, which I can’t do because the back-ups to my primary computer is stuck.
My smartphone is a waste of money because no one call my “hot-line”, which is primarily for “business only”. Only his Mom calls. But because I get anxiety attacks from hearing the phone buzz/seeing her name, I refuse to take any calls, except in the hopes that fat bastard would call one day. He may be dead. I don’t know.
Texting is dead, too. Yesterday four people ignored my texts.
The twit refuses to send pics of her fugly face as per Maw’s request. I told the boy but refuses to text. I can tell she hates us because the Squirrel sent me a sad emoticon meant for here. She can divorce the Squirrel. She is not a good in-law because she continues to practice her culture without consideration for ours. They can die.
The Boss and his Mom are playing politics. I’ve learned it’s not what you know (like singing/accompanying) but who you know. Why do y’all think the CofC are on “strike”, too? I feel like skipping rehearsals because it’s not doing me any good, except practice a talent that won’t earn me income. Volunteerism is under-rated. It’s not worth pursuing. Lots of members quit because “they can’t sing/lost their voices” (a generic answer given to us). They can die, too.
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