20150322-2133. At around 1000 – 1040 yesterday Saturday to pick up Dad’s two orthopedic shoes with the help of the frazzled Jay I recall Kristine from Walk-Rite (off Hamilton) whispering in a lower tone of voice how people who color their hair, like moi, are mentally ill and seek attention, and that I am well grounded. I told her those who incarnate on this planet have problems and are forced to behave normal. Crazy bitch! Folks, not unless y’all understand the evil, sarcastic overtones of these reptilians, I throw Satan, your curses unto moi, and their regimes back into your reading faces.
20150322-1157. Tita Cheese expressed how she prayed really hard that the girlfriend of her precious son would convert to Catholicism. He’s very much in love with the whitish tall bubble head. But I told her he’s happy and to let him go. Hehe. I told her that’s hard on the mother and it’s common among my own relatives and friends. She wondered if Saint Francis is single. I said yes. She wanted to give me a medallion or pin of Saint Bernard or something to protect me from evil. I told her I’d like to wear it to work. I’m surrounded by evil forces.
20150322- 1155. Yesterday Friday morning the crazy bitch living next door to us was talking to an unresponsive invisible entity on her cellphone. I loaded my trunk, hosex down my car, and hauled Dad’s two city bins from the street onto the side property. I clicked my horn alarm thrice along the way. As soon as I got into the car, crazy bitch got louder into the phone and said, you didn’t have to do that, you’re stupid. That was after pressing the panic button and letting the car horn blare loudly before eight in the morning. But she didn’t seem to notice. I called Mom after being near the main busy intersection and rang nine times before she answered. Mom was listening inside the corner of our closed garage and heard Loca Lolita said something about she’s 46 years old and works up in San Francisco.
Crazy bitch won’t die!
20150322-1155. The crazy neighbour attended this morning’s Sunday mass wearing a rose-coloured long sleeve and black slacks. She drank from the chalice near the court box. Crazy stalker won’t die. Perhaps, I need to whistleblow about the government and maybe that will wake up the American laws that stupidly allow psychos like her to roam freely, eh?
20150321- 1326. Mom and I came back from the American Red Cross, which rejected me because they didn’t want to risk not finding my small veins and we went to shop for food at Costco. Usually, there is someone standing near their entrance, looking for the Costco ID card and clicking the count off incoming customers. Upon my arrival and within right side earshot, I heard the Filipino woman say the word, Loca, a Spanish word for crazy. Folks, not unless y’all are cursing unto moi, I throw back Satan and his regime back into your reading freaking faces.
20150321- 1307. After behind rejected by the America Red Cross because of my small veins, I sat in the car with Mom to enter the following readings: iron was 16.1, which is higher than the average 12.5. My temperature was 98.1F because I drank my Benadryl with the cold water fountain. I was already experiencing allergic symptoms these past weeks because the inner corner of my right eyeball was itchy and it draining too much mucus. I must be allergic to hard work and stress among reptilians and their chemtrails over the agricultural areas, period.
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