Dear Lawd Gawd,
Please kill me now. I’m bored! I really don’t want to work. But I need something to keep me busy, away from home and church, and a reason for living on this hellish planet with a bunch of crazy/stupid people.
Why is that everything seems to go so freaking smoothly in my life? Should I be thankful for being alive? Yes. Should I be grateful for all these wonderful amenities? Yes.
But why must I feel like something is missing? Or do I need NOT to worry about anything at all? It seems I’m just trudging alone and along effortlessly.
I dunno what I did or why I deserve to be reminded that all is not so bad after all. Again, the weather is greatly cool and the sunshine is lazily cool, too.
I’m not bothered by anyone and none better bother me because of my quiet, contemplative nature.
King Philip has been quiet the whole week as he transitions out to the winds when Jackie returns May sixth, whatever. I don’t care.
I’m NOT really looking forward to staying on board long-term, though Mutha Fucka continues to use her usual reptilian scare tactic, fear mongering of working unto death.
Her rational is that none will take care of me in my OLD age and only my hard work and contribution into the beast system will pull me through, as far as health and subsistence.
So, if you, the Almighty One, has any plans for me, now or never, speak now and do your will unto moi, or forever hold onto your peace against moi.
With lots of raisin-shaped offerings,
Evil Kitty
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