1426. Chu-Nonong the father of Loida suggested to Dad to write into his diary “As usual”. After I came home from choir mass, Dad handed me his last diary to scan and archive. After fifty-three years and one month, be decided to call it quits! This is due to none really cares to read. Afterwards, I scanned the pages but had to come downstairs to eat late lunch because the image rendering is freaking slow.
20160101-2137. The crazy bitch living next door to us went in front of our chain link fence to look halfway at Dad, who barely closed the wooden side gate. Then she marched boldly to check her mailbox at night! Crazy shit!
He just finished hauling the two city bins – garbage and recycling – to the front street. He was VERY noisy that it triggered the bitch from inside her closed, yet lighted garage (a sign that’s she’s spying on our activities with her cameras). The weird sync was that I opened our front door at the same time she snooped out in the freaking cold!
This morning around 0755, we left early for mass. The crazy bitch living next door to us opened her bright blue sided light and turned on the lighting inside garage. I noticed the white Honda CR-V was parked in the front street. Virgil’s black Honda Accord 166 is parked on the right driveway as usual.
So I wonder if “they” can fix the pathological diseases living next door to us. This is going to be a lifetime of shit and I will continue blogging this shit until American laws are changed away from liberal turds ideology and in favour of the normals, such as Christians.
Anyway, after choir mass today, Ate Ising and I went to confront the crazy bitch, who was busy talking to her alleged relatives in the center-most, intersection aisle of the church. Ate Ising touched her right arm and the bitch turned, smiled, and hugged her. I can see her eyes are wild and sick with lots of ridges, a sign of crazy.
Ate Ising grabbed my right arm and both of us walked back to the nativity scene, where we prayed for her piece of mind and heart. En route, she said that “she’s guilty. I know it”. That was after I mumbled aloud that “she ever stop or get well” or something to that effect.
Before we went, I saw the crazy bitch look long and hard into our choir box. I swear this place sucks eggs. By the way, Father Mark gave me the sharpest, triangular piece of Eucharist bread unto moi in appeasement to her Evil Kitty.
This is a New Year for letting the crazies have at it. Anyone else wanna volunteer? Y’all don’t have to be a normal human to serve the body of Christ. He said so in the bible that he’s here for the sinners, and not the normals. Do NOT doubt unto moi!
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