To the Boss:
At 0645 AM, you Mom sent me a text message that she will no longer attend the evening mass; that she has resigned; that the group will sing the R&A together; that the assignment will be done for next year; and that she wanted me to inform the lead of the group what I want. She and Chuck already planned this “escape” in August after retirement. That would explain our weird/first/final lunch meal alone together of that month.
Honestly, y’all can suck eggs! WTF do y’all think you’re fooling? Both your parents are using people and dumping your crap on everyone! If they really can afford to travel every three to six months, that’s because they are lodging with people who are living off donations! Oh, man! ALL of you are going to hell!
Anyway, I’m simply NOT going to show-up. I plan on expanding my volunteer activities with “Communion” and “Liturgy”. That means more make-up and “smiling”. I’d like to continue with the group but they freak me out. Only the lead is “normal” and the the rest are disturbed in some small way. It’s because I’ve NOT exposed myself to society/people/cooties. And therefore, I could pick these minor details up pretty “subtly”.
No wonder you sang so sadly this Sunday! Please be free knowing that she won’t be bugging me/us! I’ll claim my pew up front so I won’t see the fugly faces of the other cooties singing behind me. And to hell with you: It’s not because I want to be closer to the front or see your fugly face up close, it’s because I’m too deaf and I need to “hear” your stupid instructions.
And why would I care WTF you have to say? You literally have your fucking back blocking me and you don’t send important emails anymore. Fuck you, jerk! You get to die and go to hell too! I hope we get a newer/better one to take your place. You failed! You’re fired! God! How much longer are you going to stay? I’d rather have a white folk lead the group than you.
Seriously, Filipinos feel the same way. Nah, they are prejudice among themselves/race, too. Then again, this piece of data came from the old woman who recruited me into that group. And she is insane, too, just like your Mom. Yesterday, the old fart startled Maw from behind as we walked towards the double door of the parish. She looked me me over her right shoulder and smiled at me. I flicked her off, knowing someone was behind me to see me in action. Bahaha!
Crazy fuckers!
Huh,
Flynn…
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