Month: July 2019

Dear diary,

I’m still working my fourth going into the fifth month at this temp job from hell.

Last Friday, the tricksters were playing with me. I heard a loudness coming from the office supply cabinet nearest my desk.

I was pissed off that day and many days as i wasn’t getting enough sleep and probably due to menopause, the heatwave, or other emotional stress.

I’m still pissed off that my daddy is contributing to my stress. WTF? I really don’t wanna be in that choir group anymore as I stormed off immediately after yesterday’s mass inside the sweltering heat of the parish hall while Repairs and renovations were going on inside the main church.

I’ve inherited and gotten paranoid and pissed off these past weeks that the priest might get rid of our main organist, since he is asking for the extra $100,000 needed to cover these building and maintenance repairs and renovations.

Once again my paranoid and suspicious beliefs are usually false or fake, enough so that I really do NOT believe in religion or churches or choirs. All these put a damper in my excitement.

Instead of a gift card for Starbucks I received two stupid choir Believer pins – one for my daddy and one for me. I got pissed because she targeted me for a last minute gig two Saturdays ago.

So I got pissed and told my daddy let’s not attend that sweltering parish hall. Too bad, since we have nothing else left in our lives to do, we showed up yesterday and sweated!

Back to the office cabinet tricksters. I telepathically broadcasted my pissed off that I wouldn’t close the TWO cabinet dots and proceeded to scan and archive the old Membership Application and Dues Deduction Salary forms.

Suddenly and after returning from the filing room with more boxes of these files, the manager bothers me and inquired if I knew about the opened door. I was pissed off and said bluntly that I didn’t know. But before returning, I broadcasted that blessings to those who would close the doors for me and so she did. I said aloud you guys gotta pray really hard.

Crazy place full of unionized thugs.

Evil Kitty

Dear diary,

To reiterate, my past employment included dogs. That’s correct. These would be guys who had divorced or are freaks, meaning dogs.

First job, two guys showed me porno.

Second job, one divorced guy hit on me.

Third job, the manager hit on me.

Fourth job, a blackish, tall staff hit on me.

And so today, I can sense the same with the tallish elderly freak.

With personal stuff, one is that fat bastard. The next one was a deadbeat dad. And recently, my maternal cousins were worming their way into my life via my daddy.

The choir conductor is also taking advantage of me and that’s why I’m NOT pleased with my daddy who continues to fail to protect me from these crazy church goers. He only cares about showing face and nothing more and he’s got this crazy idea of father and daughter team when he can’t read music or sing well!

Damnit, I’m NOT gonna take it anymore! Y’all owe my daddy. Nay, I owe my daddy, but he failed his son. That should be a father and son team. But that isn’t so. I cannot care anymore. I feel more sorry for the boy.

Meaning, I’ve been used and all this time – I’m still NOT waking up! Why? Y’all must hate me that much to let me be and NOT let me go.

I’m done ranting. That’s why I do NOT like to work – the politics and the freaks. That’s why I wasn’t working since 2007 – as mentioned – to protect me from assholes.

What assholes would take advantage of a single person who never has been married? It’s like taking advantage of a nun for crying out loud! That’s sick.

Tell your bosses, your superiors, your minions, whoever, that they can suck whatever. I done.

Hissing loudly,

Evil Kitty

Man Killed In San Francisco After Tesla Runs Red Light, Crashes Into Tourists https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-07-22/man-killed-san-francisco-after-tesla-runs-red-light-crashes-tourists

Holy moly! Tombstone on wheels!

Dear diary and Lawd Gawd,

WTF? Why have y’all allowed the divorced coo-good into my realm?

At work I’ve been minding my own business and for whatever reason I can sense when a dog is needs something.

Sure brought a y’all elderly fart would walk by my cubicle this morning. And while I still had five minutes of break, I had to escape from the lunch or break room where I saw him conversing with another but in another room with a window view.

Freak off, freaks! I’ll tell y’all more about how my work environment in the past has affected my behavior and how I don’t freaking care if I get hired permanently.

I had to run away basically as I freak out easily. I need to hide. That’s another reason why I don’t like crowds or humanz.

Many have taken advantage of my niceness and moi. So I’m not putting up with this HR crap again. I already reported stuff to my head hunter about unwanted stuff. I’ll be damned if I have to do the same because some cray-crays don’t have anything better to do than to have wrong thoughts.

Freak off!

Evil Kitty

apple.news/AYMqKPhCSTDKlSYZ-qTozvw

Yeah, yeah , I think I might have that one! I just need to take care of stuff on my end. After everything is settled then my mission, may, assignment, will have ceased.

I told my daddy last night that after he passes that I can longer help others.

After watching a YouTube video, I realized that no one would help me.

With that said, I’m not the kind of person to beg.

And when that swollen gout-filled senior citizen broke the camel’s back. I quit.

Evil Kitty hisses.

www.youtube.com/watch

Yup. That’s my answer! Good luck! See ya!

http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2019/07/q-baby-at-nc-trump-rally.html

Huh? See? Since I’m working for food and gas money, I’m missing the fun rallies. I also missing chatting live via YouTube and making my presence know.

Either way, I do NOT understand what is going on mathematically. I do NOT see anything from this picture, other than two agents staring at the baby. I do NOT see DJT acknowledging the baby.

I grow weary of working and blogging. I would rather sit in front of this computer and do nothing, not even singing and volunteering my time for nothing!

Alas, Evil Kitty is pissed.

Hiss.

Welp, the fools are slowing down my internet connection. I swear y’all are messing up everyone! I’m NOT happy with the outcome.

Y’all keep misleading humanz. I can play ball, too.

So I told my daddy after next month, we’re getting out. I’m really gonna be happy.

I do NOT appreciate y’all playing politics. I hate y’all.

In the guise of charity and appreciation, that does NOT compare to being treated like a brown-nosing dog.

I’m NOT a dog. Freaks.

Hissing angrily,

Evil Kitty, I’m a cat!

https://qmap.pub/read/3445

Dear diary,

Brouhaha! I have angered y’all via my recent Twits! Yup.

I had to look up the word captcha. Evil Kitty is human.

The board owner doesn’t get it either. I like WordPress and the blogging platform.

I used to like blogging in public. I still enjoy my privacy because I’m an idiot.

But like all things, memories will fade as will this bowel movement, agenda, cause.

Oh, yeah! The swollen, gout-filled senior citizen emailed me if I could accompany her this Saturday evening.

I was en route homebound, had my driver side window rolled-down, and screamed allowed: This isn’t a charity! This isn’t free!

Y’all know what I mean – tit for tat. Tut, tut.

So I reported my anger to my daddy and showed him her email. Then I told him about my reply to her that it’s a community effort and that she should reach out to the other choir members.

I’m NOT freaking gonna be the only one suffering with these damn fools! The Couples For Christ group covers that slot and NONE of them will attend. Bull crap. They are mostly Flips who doesn’t sing well anyway.

She replied and still insisted that she wouldn’t bother the other choir members. Instead she dares bother me. Fuck.

I cannot lie that I’m available. And I replied to her that she needs to let me know the outcome. It’s only fair.

Do y’all hear what I’m saying. The Old Soul joked earlier this evening something about Klans. Brouhaha.

A Great Awakening that us brown-folks are being used like dogs. Yup.

Hissing angerily,

Evil Kitty

Full Moon and the witches have again, moved in next door at the Safe House http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/07/full-moon-and-witches-have-again-moved.html

Not understanding bubble gum. Is that better than California gold?

The Messenger http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-messenger.html

Post-work, zombie-brained. Not understand the bye-bye birdie. Does the open Bible version matter?

Dear diary,

I am a targeted individual since birth. The conditions were created so that I may stay single and childless.

I noticed that whenever I have a good-paying, full-time, and/or permanent job, the assholes start knocking down my front door.

With that said, the first group are snakes, as are the second and third, and now my maternal relatives.

Being that I’m into spirituality and such, I took it upon myself to be nice. Unfortunately, that would mean STEALING from my daddy.

In other words, without him and his hard work, the god-damned relatives are basically nothing and the rest of y’all need to get a reality check from your Dad.

I’m beginning to think that being under and unemployed have its benefits – no one will bother a poor folk.

Sometimes I miss being home and I really don’t care if others bother me as I can feel that I’m not able to handle being bothered by assholes.

I’m gonna post a twit of my findings. Because frankly, I do NOT give a damn. However, I was blessed with a box of chocolate – FREE.

This was a gift certificate from the temp gig from hell, after having won a four-cornered bingo game.

For those into numerology, the numbers on the corner right hand corner of my bingo paper were: 50, 60, 64, and 75. The free space in the middle would be 33091. The bingo paper number is 393594.

So spiritually, I would take that as a blessing and a sign – a box of chocolate. I had a chance to gab with a newly-hired temp girl

And earlier shook right hands with the 1st Vice President who is or was also a Bakersfield cop. He would wear his hair slicked HIGH up and back in retro: Thank you for your help, he said. (Oops, he’s probably in the loop.)

Sincerely,

Flynn B. Hehe! I was being a card and squealed merrily to grab my deal with both hands – Asian style. I’m sick and tired of y’all! Please give me a break and freedom from this charity scam!