Dear Lawd Gawd,
Thank you for making my life a living hell while stuck in this human form and on this hellish planet. Thanks for this rubbery-tipped stylus pen. It makes blogging easier, thanks again in part due to my blessed thick finger tips and crooked nails!
I’m currently winding down while propping my big and heavy head against the freaking high granite slab to our long vanity sink. I missed the old and used oak style. This one doesn’t feel correct.
After leaving work around noontime and of course clocking only 18 hours this week, the boss replied to my email inquiry on my temporary assignment. She said that she defiantly wanted me to come in on Monday. She misspelled definitely. That must mean she is overloaded. I was disappointed because I just wanted to leave the place.
So I came home and expected my parents to be dressed and ready to do more errands. Everyday it’s errands. We hurriedly ate lunch and cleaned up and left to visit two doctors. Dad discovered an error on the medical clearance as right DCR, when it’s a surgery for the left tear duct. Ciandra asked if she should be afraid. I said yeah. But she crossed over her error and write in, left.
Then we dropped off the form to the signing doctor who want in. Marvin gay Filipino tubby guy who wears two square earrings didn’t know what he was doing. The network released a staff that took phone calls. So now it’s better to transact in person to ensure smooth processing instead of waiting on the phone which never gets answered. That’s another way for the “death panel” to operate, make it next to impossible for the scheming doctors, foundations from over invoicing Medicare.
Which brings me to the dentist who would charge the insurance well around $1,000, for my Dad’s cleaning, check up. I told my parents those who pay cash, like me, for dental services, won’t be treated as aggressively as opposed to those who have insurance. For example, when U had good insurance, my Jap-Am dentist was watching it for two potential cavities. After I lost my insurance due to taking the layoff, the dentist mysteriously didn’t make further mention of any alleged cavities. My newest pain is the upper right mandible.
Then we shopped at the DECA where Mom wouldn’t stop prodding me because the stupid weighing machines at the self-check stands kept miscalculating our grocery and would hollered, “help is on the way”!
With that said, can you please kill me now? I meant, not slowly by letting my mind forget myself and surroundings, but to release my innards from this human form, so I could fly around in heaven and be free from this hell.
For example, Javier is an asshole. I don’t know what happened but that jerk is covering for Eddie’s slowness in completing the stupid bathroom project, which when combined adds up to multiple home projects by THD as per the completion of the scanning and archiving of THD work orders, receipts, invoices, agreements, etc. It’s decisively better to do business with bigger companies that his smallness. Bah! So I fixed the electric outlet, which is now flipped right side up, with the ground correctly on the “left”. For the kitchen faucet a few weeks ago, he did the same, by switching the hot and cold connections.
He can be dead. I noticed that he had his gums trimmed back higher because it looked like the gums of that Twit Wifey, whom I discovered tonight is ten months older than Das Squirrel! He married Ann older fart! No wonder I sensed something is wrong! The days didn’t mention the marriage status. And that’s strange. She didn’t change her last name legally to his. She can be dead, too. He can be dead for covering her old ass!
As for traffic homebound, it was 45 minutes, not the normal 20 minutes. We then drive to pick-up Mom’s medicine and then we went home. I reviewed the answering machine and then Mom talked to her friend until past dinnertime. I kept busy scanning, archiving Dad’s paperwork. But I grew tired and soon I won’t care.
I looked around the house and there are still more treasured junk to clean out. Maybe I should do what Analyne, my maternal first cousin did when her parents passed on – throw away her last, memories. Jay-Jay her older brother retrieved the photos.
Then I setup two new remote controls ($20 each) to work with their television sets. Now, they can simultaneously turn on/off both receivers and televisions, without using separate remote controls. Dad has an Insignia. Mom has a Dynex. Our ADT system is hooked up to a Coby.
As for Loca Lolita, she can be dead, pronto. She stalked my parents on Monday and looked over her shoulder at them. She stalked them again this Friday morning and sat in Arsenio’s spot, next to Mathilda, whom Mom informed later on after mass that Loca Lolita is a VERY mentally insane person and that she lives next door to us.
So my dear Lawd Gawd, your creation thinks that going to church is going to rid her of the demonic entity. Well, it’s not going to happen because you are a dang prick. You allowed such evil to exist. She is trying too reach you but you are an $$$ hole. Maybe, you can be dead, too. And take your love lighters, Saul, Bashir, and their reptilian New Age deceivers to they long awaited hell, which is where y’all belong!
May Friday’s armada of wispy clouds rain on your parade of terror and terrorists, like Loca Lolita, her Juan, Eddie, Ori, Javier, and others who want cash only. That includes you Pete!
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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