Dear diary,
So I’ve been having insomnia and as a result I would wake up late in the morning and barely have enough time to get ready and attend mass and visit mom.
And of course, beside my previous blog about disabling street lights by simply driving by quickly to my designation, I had yet another field day boosting the humanz sitting in their pews. I was calm and relaxed but still pissed off that I have to hang around with a elderly parent while under and unemployed – FOREVER.
And so I noticed two females with black LONG straight hair. Both would toss their hairs, palm their hair, or jerk their heads in some weird way. Other females would do similar activities of uncomfortable movements.
For example, the Asian female sitting in front of us started to fidget in her pew seat and started to lean to her right as if she wanted to fart. Way up ahead near the front, there was a dark-skinned Filipino guy wearing his thin hair in a ponytail, tied off like a Samurai warrior at the crown of his head. He was also moving uncomfortably in the pew seat by leaning forward his upper body or his head.
A whitish spook to my right and couple of pews in front pretended to read his damn black Bible. He would look towards my general direction outta the corner of his left eyeball. He has medium brown beard and hair and has a dough-boy, watery pudgy appearance to this fat body. I flicked him off and mouthed Fuck You. He turned his gaze away. Haha.
I also subtly flicked off another spook behind me after he cleared his throat. We usually have at least one spook directly behind us or somewhere far behind us, who would clear the throat. So I would flick them off subtly while holding the daily prayer booklet, the hymnal song book, or the pew missal. I really do NOT like attending mass, but I’m forced to keep the peace with my daddy and get outta the house and do something boring.
Yeah, and so other elderly humanz fidgeted in their pew seats. Today wasn’t so bad, as I continued to boost the interior of this damn place, which is dedicated to the Mother Goddess. But the regular attending Christians do NOT understand why they pray the rosary or to whom their prayers are extended exactly. Sad.
Sincerely,
Flynn B flaky in the scalp again! It must be stress, old age, bad hormones and a lot of other inconvenience while stuck in this humanized body.
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