Dear diary,
I’ve been marking my calendar (from the RNC featuring FLOTUS MT) as if I was a prisoner counter days while stuck on this hellish planet! I see that I must NOT grieve or mourn or cry over a loved one because other entities may need my strength – the choir, the two numbskulls, pet parakeets, and maybe those dorks.
I see that I’m going nowhere, period. As the headhunter called three times around three in the afternoon and emailed me too. What I do NOT like is the sense of urgency that a job post needs to be filled and that was what happened – someone else got the job. And I don’t care really because I awoke at five in the afternoon. I did hear my smartwatch buzz a couple of times and had my smartphone turned off.
The Lawd Gawd has spoken unto Flynn: You, the fool and idiot, do NOT need to work and suffer the fate of office politics, poor hair, makeup and clothes, and bad breath and whatnots.
You are to help yourself before others. And try to do your best and blog some more! Do NOT worry except be happy. You can do me a favor by thinking positive thoughts and move on with your fat ass life!
It’s the least you could do for your minions, who might rely on your narratives, such as the Supreme leader, err, Justice nomination and what appears to be a kangaroo hearing of evidence from many slong years ago.
Anyway, I’ll continue as the Lawd Gawd commanded. For what it is worth, my blog keeps me preoccupied. I do NOT use tags as I do NOT wish for my crap to appear on legitimate blogging categories except unto my own – flynnspaws, which I derived from the last name (or similar heritage of our current POTUS) of a chiropractor, followed by the plural of how he is able to manipulate the spine. The old fart is a Jew and I forgot but he follows the old ways of NOT adapting or reusing baby naming of deceased relatives.
Yeah, so I’m still trying to figure out how to clean out the house. I’m still trying to figure out if hiking or running is worthy my time as I’m prone to allergies, meaning I do NOT like the outdoors. I should live in a bubble – all nice and isolated and nothing but my computer and me with access to the toilet and whatever food remains in the pantry and ice box.
Other than that, I’m trying to wean myself away from spending for online stuff – the maintenance of productivity and entertainment. But those are piece meals as the one-offs occurs monthly, with the cellular plans taking most of the chunk. I’m gonna have to trim the fat too. But that’s gonna be impossible since the amenities are too good to let go.
Oh, well. We’re down to half of the savings from the beginning of this year. We’re talking tens of thousands of dollars spent for two major life changing events! The third and fourth might be two more funeral services and products. And I don’t think this is going to stop as we go spiraling downward with two and one-half more assets to sell just to stay afloat. And this is in case the twosome messes up.
I’m hoping but no longer hopeful for anything to change. Dad decided that he won’t continue his trial of joining the choir. Das Squirrel emphasized that he needs one to two more years before he can understand how to read and sing the music. I feel sorry for the guy as he refused two invitations to join two other groups – liturgy and usher. I can’t help him as he is an old timer wanting to learn new tricks. It’s next to impossible as he rolled his eyeballs into his skull while NOT even trying to hit the notes properly.
So whatever frivolous spirits are in possession the two knuckleheads – I did NOT consent to observe such unfortunate experiences. I’m assuming that I could be wrong and the male species are correct, if they are given the chance to express their observations, too. It’s almost like I’m forced to be more than I could care less. Yup.
Sincerely,
Flynn B sleepy now after eating two HUGE chocolate chips cookies and finishing up two cups of GO-AT milk.
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