1426. Dad and I finally came home. The crazy bitch living next door to us had her garage door opened, to reveal the maroon Dodge caravan parked on the right side, with the white Honda CRV parked behind in the right driveway. Last night we heard a single angry noise from the shared side fence.
Anyway, around 1351 pm, Dad walked home to fetch the duplicate Mazda key, because I accidentally dropped and locked the key inside the trunk. I was extracting the two five-gallon empty bottles for water refills and couldn’t feel the suckers through my Bosch leather gloves. After waiting twenty minutes for Dad to return, we had our late lunch. I washed and dried the dishes and took a quick shower.
I finally sat down to watch the foursome on stage for the republican debate in CNN with Wolf Blitzer.
Anyway, I’d like religion to disappear because humanz tend to believe blindly and that annoys unto moi.
1057. Yesterday, Megyn Kelly said “jump in the lake” in reference to my verbal rant of FBI search in lake. I haven’t been blogging for the past few days due to being busy with chores, gardening, and serving as “geriatric support specialist”. So I’m suspecting that the microphone of my smartphone is turned on “live” days prior to her broadcast, or that my thoughts are being processed at the time of the divers in the water. He!
Anyway, my old thought is in regards to Trump, serving as Lucifer’s henchman, who lights the fire through perceptive truth to awaken the sheeple and weed out the puppets.
20151208-1351. During Sunday mass, I was still sitting in the choir box, trying to bring up the music on both my electronic readers for the irresponsible Filipinos sitting to my right and left.
I got up irritability after Zen got up and stood first in line at the choir box, crying room section. I took communion from the Vietnamese mother, whose service as liturgy ministry is too loud and angry. But her English and diction is very good. Anyway, I saw that she wore a five layer pewter ring on her left thumb. That signifies demonic presence. He eyebrows, too, are down turned like Carly. I saw the psycho about to serve communion next to Father Peter but Thelma, the local politician, got the position.
20151206-0229. I was trolling the transparent California website for salaries and benefits of these public workers. I saved the text of my paternal auntie’s husband on my smartphone, in case Mom wants to inform the other auntie of how allegedly well-paid humanz can squander their hard work and go into debt. Mom was especially pissed that the husband’s wife was borrowing money.
20151203-1827. Mom said there was a black sedan car parked in front of our home and that someone was sitting inside the car. Mom and Dad opened the garage and came out to stare at the driver. She said the CA license plate number was tea he oh pea 302.
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