Dear diary,
I had more incoming thoughts but I was in the middle of swallowing my dinner and really chewing because my jaw muscles have been supported the whole day with my night guard and so I didn’t wanna to misplace the alignment. The idea is to support my neck while I worked on my new assembly project. So I forgot what were the incoming thoughts.
And so our local pastor returned from the Philippines, said mass, and gave six choir member their Certificate of Recognition. I have NOT read the crap and won’t until I feel like scanning it and filing it away. I really don’t care for this crap. A choir member mumbled something about a piece of paper and felt like it wasn’t a big deal. The choir leader seems to like these pieces of paper and wants to stuff this crap down the throats of the choir members because she used to do that with her home-schooled students.
It’s nothing compared to other thoughts that can manifest. I didn’t want to stand next to the traitor on my right but didn’t want to seem too obvious and I almost obvious stepped away from her in aversion and in PUBLIC.
Anyway, after the last person was announced and as he was thanking the rest of the choir, he flashed the Yoni hand signal. I returned the Yoni hand signal. So that means the Catholic church and its ‘leaders’ are on board with the feminine goddess worship. I’m not surprised and probably don’t care anymore.
Earlier during the Our Father, I normally have my hands held together and in front of my chest. But I thought I would flash the Yoni hand signal to dick with the humanz who probably don’t care about such going-ons. I don’t think the priest saw what I did as my location is way off to the corner of his left peripheral vision.
Sincerely,
Flynn B is NOT interested in singing in the choir. It’s all Greek to me.
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