The crazy bitch living next door to us is still having her episodes AND serving as Communion minister to unsuspecting parishioners who don’t know of her grave sins – falsely accusing, coveting the neighborhoods, and denouncing God. Those who can scan my thoughts know this is true.
After Sunday morning mass yesterday, I was about to exit the double doors nearest the choir box and cry room. I saw through the opening the crazy bitch was looking directly into my direction. I saw Connie C standing at the doorway. I hastily and smoothly took a hard right into the last most pew section against the window leading to the cry room, hugged little Madeline or Matty, the singer with cute black eyeglasses, and followed Ruby and her husband outta the front door where I saw the main usher and Emmer doing their duties. The Filipinos were in the vestibule signing up any parishioners interested in spaghetti dinner.
When I got home, I noticed that the maroon Dodge caravan # 698 was parked on the left driveway. As soon was I got out and crossed our front garden hose, I saw her emerge from her garden hose area and started talking loud. Once I got into the front door, I grabbed the electronic unit, headed to our closed garage, clicked the remote keyless entry four times to sound the horn twice, activated that laughing guy sound from Halloween, and had my fun. She was still talking loud. I wonder why Obama allowed her to own cellphones.
20160226. After dinner, Dad report to both Mom and me about how he was talking to the Bart/VTA construction working last Wednesday. The worker said the project will be finished around 2018, and that it started in 2012 and that they will test run the trains around 2017. The worker said that if the noise of compression is too loud that we can call the Bart construction.
Dad also reported that last Thursday while he was gardening out front, he heard the crazy bitch whispering too loudly that she installed seven spotlights. That same Friday night, she had her bright blue spotlight turned on the side shared fence. I may have seen ad guy walking his dog at the same time that night. So hopefully my spooks will take note of each event and compare against my blog entries.
After moving my damaged car two days ago, which was last Tuesday and after coming home around 1300 Thursday afternoon, I was scanning Dad’s paperwork upstairs and heard a sudden sound through the opened bedroom window. I thought it was Melody, the Chinese neighbor living behind our house. But Mom said when I came downstairs an hour later that she heard the neighbor have her episode. I believe the crazy bitch living next door to us couldn’t figure out my darker hair color after one month of staying indoors but leaving only to drive my parents.
So folks, this will be a lifetime with that 58 year old. She’ll qualify for her Medicare pretty soon and the more she will stay. I’ll continue to blog about her activities until God allows her to move far away from my neighborhood. It is my understanding per YouTube videos that demonic spirits infiltrate churches and try to destroy from within. I’ll continue to sit-out the Eucharistic portion of mass AND wear black nail polish in protest against the Illuminati: I still hold those worthless pieces of paper by the way and may burn it anon to release my anger. Eh. I’ll let karma run its course and try not to think about it.
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