With seventeen days left for the Iowan caucuses, y’all have done excellent! Didn’t it feel great to expose hidden fears and misdeeds of each other and put these agendas into proper perspective? We’re all stuck on this hellish planet. Choose a corrective path and discern what works best. I don’t know if that’s based on opinions or already predetermined.
I’m enjoying blogging and the rainy season. I didn’t attend today’s choir mass, even at the behest of the conductor’s mother, who texted me twice. I haven’t replied yet because it’s a fruitless ruse and I’m not nice enough to provide her music material that she refuses to carry. See? Crazy shit. Once again, I’m disappointed in the Filipino community.
During a surprise lunch visit art Carl’s Jr last week, I’ve learned from Gloria Z, the Filipino speaking Chinese, that the crazy bitch living next door to us is hanging around with Julie V, our very distance relative and sister-in-law of Amy V, the mother of Jasmine, the teenage valedictorian. Both Amy and Jasmine sit behind moi.
So we’re suspecting that these Flips are in cahoots politically with each other and/or are related.
I’m not interested in being surrounded by disturbed and troubled church goers whoso believe that attending mass and receiving communion from that bitch is gonna give them eternal salvation, when these humanz end up going back home and messing up all over again, like the crazy bitch who continues to have her episodes
So after this morning’s mass at the other place of worship, we shopped for grocery at DECA. En route, Dad was annoying me by convincing me to sing. So I rebuffed him and suggested that he join the choir since they need more baritone.
After we got home, he teased me that the crazy bitch will take my place. I rebuffed him that I didn’t care because those Orientals can have each other.
It’s only a volunteer gig that many of the original members left due to, y’all guess it, politics of mostly Flips!
Disgusting Flips!
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