I’m currently scanning and archiving Dad’s remaining files. In the meantime, Mutha fucka is fuming. She has been all her life. This time she has been accusing of Dad and me of always counting the money. We are record-keepers basically. She is the type that doesn’t care about money. Once its earned and spent, there is no need to keep track of the receipts, etc. She passed on this trait to her son, Das Squirrel, another denier of their bad choices in life, including their clueless spouses.
During the CMA awards, she called me nasty. I kept hollering: “hard work”. But she doesn’t understand our reptilian sense of humor as being VERY mean and sarcastic. I kept trying to tell her that her paycheck deductions is nothing compared to the matching by the state after all these hospital admissions that the funds have been paying. She kept emphasizing that the entitlement is already done. Huh. She is one of those who ride the beastly system.
During the scanning and archiving of these old medical files, I noticed that she has been sick since coming to America. I speculate that her species should be shipped back to the Philippines where her allergic symptoms to stress of “hard work” as a slave/wage earner in America won’t be so problematic. I think most Asians don’t belong on native territory because of the allergens and energy incompatibility.
Anyway, I wanted to bring the Benz to the local car wash. Each time Mom or I suggest that nice idea, Dad would refuse. He wanted to get chicken in Costco but we had to attend noontime mass, purchase water from the local water store, and then have lunch. Mom was fuming because I left the dishes in the sink. I told her to get out of the way so I could do it.
Then that’s when he blew a short fuse, the priest who said the sermon this afternoon mentioned something about a short fuse. I think people with short fuse have heart problems, which is symbolic of those with medically enlarged hearts, heart disease and other craziness that ties in with PTSD and such from frustration.
In other words, most women are bitches, period. They can’t their way because guys don’t care. I think that’s a given. Bahaha, My prayers were answered. I didn’t want to go out after lunch today because I needed to get these stupid files scanned and archived. I really want to throw everything out or at least bury these annoying skeletons from the emotional closet case of crap.
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