Well, at 1715-1718, I texted Carl B our complaint regarding the neighbor living adjacent to us. I’ve made screenshots for my archives, of course and this is in case we the ‘family of demons’ who are ‘pretending to be rich’. My parents came home from the service repair shop at the dealership and reported to me that the crazy bitch was watching the shuttle drop-off and pick-up, courtesy of the dealership. She ran to check the mailbox. She talked loudly in public to intimidate my parents while Dad was gardening. My parents could only ignore her ‘disturbance of peace’.
Yesterday, I noticed that both smiling Halloween paper decors – orange pumpkin and purple skull – were gone. They were hidden inside the tall rosebush. I believe the gardener removed the offending parties. I noticed that a faded reddish carpet is atop a pile of yard trimming over the weekend.
Also, a long whitish truck with a top bed and a dark-colored peep hole was parked on our westward facing street. It was pointed northward and left around past noontime three days ago.
Also, the crazy bitch living directly adjacent to us has been opening her garage upon my arrival, especially today; since I arrived home later than usual around 16:30 due to taking a one-hour lunch to avoid the potluck luncheon at my temp job from hell and instead to attend noontime mass and leave after taking Holy Communion.
She hasn’t served as Eucharistic/Communion Minister for two weeks. Last Sunday morning mass, that caretaker, renter, or TNT with the butch, light-brown hair, was sitting alone at the third pew from the right front facing section near the center aisle. I managed to pass out Xmas gifts of original fruit cakes but three missing attendees.
Yesterday, Mercedes delivered her banana-nutter dark-brown cake inside a regular quart-sized ZipLock back. I just finished my post work shower and had my towel wrapped around my head. Mom as rushed to greet the widow, who drover herself. Her Danny boy was busy at work to drive her. Prior to dinnertime yesterday, Dad threw it away unfortunately.
Today, from 1500 to 1540 Mom couldn’t get through to my smartphone, which was set to vibration. I couldn’t hear it because of my bad hearing. I had to reset their debit card limit higher for both purchases and cash. The ‘lock’ feature was turned off. This is a prime example why cashless society will NOT work effectively. There will be lots of angry humanz, including my own mother who was stranded for ONE hour because y’all are giving us cheap technological advancement that is not working effectively! I couldn’t process these transaction through the banking mobile app for Android and instead had to log online on company time to access the freaking main website. Fucking idiots better not touch the cash! Fucking internet, mobile, electronic cards! I couldn’t even get through to the customer service 1-800 phone line to confirm that we’re okay with my limit reset. Fuck!
Today, at 1600 I left work and hurried home. I received another text message from Das Squirrel. He’s stranded at the tire company and is waiting for them to finish. I texted a reply if he needed my help and that today is an even numbered date of 12/20. And so I don’t understand what luck we received.
20161218-0008. Here is another soundbite between Satan and Dashie:
Satan: Unbox the dope, Dashie!
Dashie: I will never Unbox the dope, Satan!
20161212-1251. Mom was talking about her sleep doctor, who is a beautiful Grecian woman with short dark hair. Both Mom and her doctor hugged each other for the Trump win. Father Michael says Merry Christmas after Monday noontime mass. He wore baby blue cassock with white fleur-de-lis.
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