Here are samples of synchronous events:
20160704-1422. After the four of us had our luncheon at Sizzler, we arrived home at around 1422. We saw a dark blue medium-sized SUV truck parked on the left driveway. The CA license plate was 041, I think. The license plate holder had Lodi, CA. We saw two Filipinos walking to their front door.
20160703-1150. The bat shit crazy bitch living adjacent to us served as Communion/Eucharistic minister again during my Sunday choir mass. She wore a red shirt and white skirt with black flowers creepy from the bottom up the middle. After the mass, the choir members were filtering outta the choir box. I deliberately slowed my pace by removing my robe and upon turning my head, looking over my left shoulder, I saw the shit looking into my general direction. I quickly sat quietly to Zenaida and spoke with her. This allowed more time to elapse so I am safely at a distance. I learned that Cherry the lead singer of the 12:15PM is the favorite niece of Zen, who hugged her and stated that fact aloud. I was surprised to learn this data. I had my GPS Locator turned on for my smartphone.
So I slowly walked to my car parked outta the back, near the school and enjoyed the sweltering ride back home. Dad was ready to greet me, walked out to the garden hose area and we didn’t see the neighbor come home.
We know that the bat shit crazy bitch knows what she is doing because the renter is present inside that house 1335. The renter drives a two-door, baby-blue Acura sedan car with the AUGGIES U.C. DAVIS license plate holder. The CA license number may be 041, I think.
20160702-1624. Dad and I were late for the small prayer party among his siblings for his late mother at 1200. We arrived at 1300, waited for two freaking hours until 1500 for the freaking late arrival of Virgil his brother and Ampy the second wife. We left at 1330, and so did Marilou, his sister, and her in-laws. I gotta tummy ache from the eating the tasty yet VERY greasy deep-fried veggies in whatever dough called ‘on-koy’.
At 1215 and as I was reparking my vehicle from the right to the left driveway so that Dad can take his MB E430, the crazy bitch ass already had her electric garage opened, hurriedly scooted along our shared chainlink fence, checked her mailbox, hurried back up along the shared chain link fence, and played with her garden hose.
At 1620, Dad and I drove westbound on MY drive after the prayer party and encountered the crazy bitch ass backing out her maroon Dodge Caravan # 698. I had to slow down and hide my face behind the tiny ass sun shield and allow her to drive eastbound.
So already, the demonically-possessed human won’t stop stalking us, so long as she has extreme paranoia.
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