Well, I’m blogging and waiting for the the twosome to finish up their chores while the parakeets are sleeping, err, actually screaming for whatever reason. Oh! I must refill their food dish with dry seeds. It’s all they know. I’m hoping that they will join me to watch the SNL Cold Open – Palin Endorsement.
At 0530, I awoke to use the toilet and tried to go back to sleep, thinking we won’t go to early morning mass, which we did; since Mom was feeling better and alert. Afterwards we, err, Mom shopped at the DeCA; while Dad and I used the toilet. I let out a good dump of dark chocolate, which was really yesterday’s treat of Costco chocolate mouse cake.
Then, we went home. They had their breakfast since I already taken my slice of toast before leaving for mass this morning. This is to avoid feeling sick while listening to the freakishly old and gaunt, tall reptilian priest sermonize about doing out best to manage anger. I was scowling and squinting throughout his sermon because my thick-ass eyeglasses are too heavy.
It’s 14:47 and Mom joins me for YouTube.com videos on our smart television. Dad is watching the football game between the New England Patriots and Denver Broncos. Symbolically, that’s between Americanized humans and Illuminati horses, I guess.
Anyway, I painted my fingernails black for choir mass today, drank some hot water, and ate three wedges of apples to keep from passing out. I headed out early around 1015 to go shopping for chocolate pencil liner, blue-black hair color, three small batteries for the Halloween ‘bag o’laughing’ guy (which I sound off whenever the crazy bitch living next door to us has an episode), and one Sterilite plastic drawer container, which was perfect and Mom loved!
So the crazy bitch was sitting in the third pews and had served as communion minister. I subtly used my black-colored fingernails to flick off everyone while standing up and while sitting down to advance the music pages of my electronic device, and flash my Masonic pyramid signs. I also refused to take communion at this place of shit; since I already took mine at a nicer place. So I sat out the parade and charade, and kept my facial composure, knowing these disgusting Filipinos continue to put up with her shit.
Afterwards, I sat in my car, flip down the window visor, licked my fangs at the crazy bitch backing out her stalking vehicle – a maroon-colored, Dodge Caravan 698, and struggled to put the new batteries into the small speaker for the laughing device. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working until I reversed the placement of the switch. Duh.
So off I went homebound and at around 1200, the maroon Dodge Caravan 698 was parked outside the left driveway. The electric garage was wide open. I thought that I barely heard a female voice, the bitch, speaking somewhere inside.
After unloading my purchases and dying my hair back from that orangutan orange to the blue black tone, I went down to eat lunch of Mom’s dumplings. I have to control my appetite and portions because I’m swelling up again. Plus, my excrement is humongous.
At 1420, I went upstairs to close my opened bedroom window, which I opened earlier to air out that stale air. I saw the dark gray tall pickup truck parked on the left driveway. I don’t know who is that person. I’ve seen it once in a while. If it’s someone new, watch out. She loves to falsely accuse. I’m cursing her to the end for putting my parents and I into so much trouble. No matter what she says or do, she’s dead to me. There is no forgiveness from my part. Just plain curse to hell. Amen.
20160123-1236. I saw that white private security vehicle, which was probably the same one that install the bright-blue side light to our shared alley way of that crazy bitch. The white vehicle had a blue shield upon the doors and some writings above the back of the vehicle. Fuck this neighborhood for putting up with these disgusting Filipinos.
20160122-0404. Just a few second prior to 0404 am and while reading an online article about the stock market crash on DC Clothesline, I heard a very loud single sound, as if something fell. Hmm.
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