Tonight during/after dinner, Mutha and I were discussing our fate: That we are TOO good/nice without malice, yet clueless that Shaytana/Dajjal exists as people who “act” nice with ill-will.
This morning around 0700 am, Loca Lolita was being intentionally loud. “Hi! Oh, she is/was my boss. I don’t have a ride. Bye!” This may have been the big/thick/red-headed woman, who drove the Outreach white van numbered 103.
We saw this frail/thin/Asian woman all dressed in black walking and being loaded into the right/rear side of this vehicle, which was parked in front of her driveway.
We’re thinking/assuming/guessing that Loca Lolita gets money/government funding from renters/illegals/disabled/whatever. And we don’t know how she is still able to live next door to us.
I wonder if the IRS would be so kind as to “audit” her ass for troubling victims from another parish, my family, and of course moi. I guess “they” are in cahoots with the stupid/crazy gang stalkers, too, eh.
I told Mutha devils like her can irritate – to spend money protecting ourselves with an attorney and an ADT camera. They try to wear-down the victims and push them to do crimes against humanity full of stupid/crazy creatures.
Anyway, we tried to make peace with ourselves, our fate. We believe that the Lawd Gawd set her before our path to test our resolve and how well we forgive stupid/crazy people like her and rationalized that ALL are children of Gawd.
So, to make this blog short: I personally keep failing my tests/assignment and allow prayers to Lawd Gawd to work its miracles. And that is she is allowed to “work” to keep away from us as per Mutha’s fervent prayers of relief from the psycho bitch.
Thanks alot for this fine deal, oh dear Lawd Gawd! Is this the best y’all can do for us all? Yup. Okay. Fine. Then, Pttthhhbbb!
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