Greetings my minions,
I’m blogging while my parents bicker over our current incompetent POTUS and Dad’s lack of understanding. Mom is cutting her fabric materials. She has completed three camp-like shirts – one dark blue for me and one green and on light blue for her. Dad had his three hours nap. I had mine until 1800. I awoke sweaty due to freaking hot temperatures. The bedroom window was opened and the outdoors air was freaking warm! The sky was crispy clear and blue. Lightweight chemtrails didn’t stick yesterday.
Anyway, I’m sampling new Ringtones from my cellphone, which has an ‘edge’ on life. My favorite from many slong years ago was ‘Morning Flower’. This time I may choose a more organic and Oriental ringtone: “Calling You”, which sounds like wooden blocks and is less blaring. I love ‘Crossing a River’, which is more appropriate for waking up as an alarm. I love ‘Day by Dad’, which sounds like a New Aged smooth jazz; whereas ‘Leap Up’ are upbeat like a video game. ‘Percussion’ is rhythmic. I love ‘Dance Party’ and ‘Dream’ are like modeling shows. I bought a new case by Incipio.com, which I bought after mass today.
Anyway, I can’t keep up with the daily prompts. I may go weekly instead. I don’t care for current news because those are just the same depressing crap of death and dying and imperfections never perfected
At 0600, we picked up Mom from her sleep therapy. Last night during her set-up appointment at 2000, “Glenn San”glay (a Chinese Filipino, whose grandfather was full Chinese) talked too much to us. He shared that he didn’t want to attend the required, one Chinese class; that his mother died when she was 41 years old due to not making the first facial tumor surgery performed by a Standford specialist into the Philippines when he was sixteen, (14 younger brother and 18 older sister); that and that he and his family made entry into the U.S. without much trouble due his father had worked as a public, civil servant in the USAF; and that he is voting for Trump. His wife wanted to vote for Hillary. But after he disclosed that his friend once worked as a security guard to the former BC; the old broad is MORE crazy than the crazy old fart.
After Mom took a shower to wash off the electrode gels, I curled her hair and we attended early morning mass; had breakfast at Denny’s where I at a Triple Bacon Sampler, which was salty; and went home where they cooked until I came home around 1225 after attending Sunday morning choir mass and shopping for my new case.
The crazy bitch living next door to us continues desecrate the Host served as Communion Minister next to Father Dang and drove out the demons from the choir members. She is still trying to make a name for herself. She wore a light green-patterned long skirt and long-sleeved cream top. She carpooled a bug-eyed woman wearing all white pant suit. As I passed by the twosome waiting strategically at the corner brick wall, she looked into my direction with her possessed reptilian brain and mumbled something as I mumbled ‘be quiet neighbor peace. She took her photo as I made my way to my car while flashing the horns with my left hand holding my black shopping bag.
I noticed earlier that a red, little sedan was parked near the eucalyptus tree and took off westbound on MY drive upon our arrival coming home from mass. She appeared to be looking at the opened garage door of the crazy 58 year old Filipino monkey-faced bitch living door to us. We could see the maroon Dodge Caravan # 689 parked inside the garage.
I noticed earlier that a beige box-liked SUV left eastbound on MY drive just as I reversed from my right-side driveway to attend my choir mass. The beige SUV appeared to have been parked facing the opposite direction near the eucalyptus tree and headed southbound on the Sageland.
As for Saturday, we attended morning mass and had breakfast at Goldilocks. The food was cold! We met and talked with Sally, the baker. She is renting $850 with her husband and two boys. We talked about possibly renting out our rooms to the family for less. She said her husband doesn’t do drugs or alcohol and her two boys are nice. But Mom eats pork. Sally gave us that circular plastic container of colorful milky Jello dessert. She’s nice and would hug and wave heartedly to us. God Bless good folks like Sally.
Then we shopped at Hancock Fabrics and learned from the skinny, red-headed, neck-tattooed manager that the entire company is closing. Everything must go – 20%.
As for Friday, we attended the noontime mass. At 1240, Mom knocked a few Host from the chalice, which was held too closely by the tallest nun, who blushed after quietly picking up the Host. I saw that a different old white priest was scanning the place of devilish occurrence. While kneeling down to sing loudly the remaining verse and to pray away the unfortunate incident, I noticed that Father Joseph the celebrant was pissed off because he replaced the Host and into the Tabernacle located under the Monstrance, which is located underneath the HUGE wooden crucifix and roughly closed its door.
We had lunch at Seafood City Grill. Our one complaint is that the tables are dirty and not disinfected. I think Filipinos are too ashamed to do dirty work, which really is the reverse and end result of cleaniness – the closest to godliness, of course. The world operates in the reverse for some odd resaons, but I guess Filipinos are too above mere dust and ashes.
Yeah, so as y’all can see, life sucks. It’s just one distraction, called ego, after other narcissistic goals. Instead of calm meditation, I’m surrounded with humanz who won’t stop it.
In my other thoughts, Trump is working hard to teach us that the ‘establishment’ can come down due to the fact that ‘they’ are working for the ‘humnaz’. But Mom sensed that he’s gonna fix it. She keeps her observations straight based on intuition. But I based my interpretations according to ‘thoughts’.
For example, the ‘wall’ may well be an analogy, too. The ‘reality’ will be based on human consciousness on how much ‘protectionism’ is necessary; so that losers like me get a freaking job. Or else I’ll continue to live with Mommy and Daddy. Do y’all understand?
I don’t mind how much ‘stories’ on the mainstream media y’all spew. Just pray that my VERY bad allergies of clear mucous and constant itchy tickling sensation above my leftmost corner atop my soft palette! This may take two more weeks to clear. Ugh!
~FLYNN B.
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