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Yeah, right. Once again and per my old blog, many slong years ago I spoke to the fat bastard and told him that I was a patriot. Trying to be intelligent, I just said it without knowing what that word meant. I still try to pull off my smartness. Bah!
So with that said, I sensed that the Nephilim, err, bird people, err, the Falcons would win this time. Don’t ask me why because that’s what I’ve picked up. Did the Patriots win in the past? And did both Falcon and Patriots played in a past super bowl? I can’t recall. I don’t care.
Anyway, I loved Lady Gaga’s voice. The resonance came clear during her ‘God Bless America’ rendition. She reminds me of the talented Madonna, only stretched out taller and more flexible. I looked up Lady Gaga’s age via Wikipedia.org. She’s thirty and that’s no wonder she can do those dance moves with deep knee bends. Wait until she reaches my age! Things will slow down and get brittle. Brouhaha!
So I’m done with my project with a few stragglers, such as those thick card with music and lights and other Polaroid photos in one envelop. I’ve transferred Mom’s sewing junk from one small plastic vertical cart with wheels to the parakeet’s wider plastic vertical cart with wheels. I claimed the wider cabinet of the former parakeet stuff for my office and electronic junk.
The storage bin of old paper photos are now located in the already stuffy coat closet, along with Mom’s plastic storage bin of sewing junk. I don’t know what else I need to do. Once parents and parakeets pass, I’m throwing all the junk away. But if I go first, things are in place, just the way I want it during my hauntings. Ooo!
I’m not really watching television or the commercials. I’m just too sleepy too care. I’m still waiting for a part-time job. I don’t care to be hired permanently. I just want enough to buy stuff and to maintain my bills. But then again, I could use a new car – electric or whatnots.
Oh, and I had to move the two vertical tables made of freakishly hard NARA wood from the Philippines. Those are nicely displayed next to my curly piano. I’m finished until something stupid and crazy enters my sphere of reality.
Catch the ball! Don’t drop the ball. Play ball! Whatever.
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