Dear diary,
I arrived home and expected my daddy to be ready to eat dinner. But, no! He’s taking his Thursday evening shower for the weekly choir rehearsal. He can neither read not sing music and has decided last October 2018 to join my choir group! But I have rationalized that the Lawd Gawd answered my prayers as:
- There needed to be more male voices. (Das Squirrel attended Sunday choir mass and told unto moi that the choir sounded good, which I relayed to the swollen, gout-filled choir leader, who then smiled widely during Monday’s choir rehearsal.)
- I wanted to avoid the females. (I felt more comfortable sitting away from the double-doors nearest the Crying Room and Choir Box due to past incidences with Respondent. My nerves will never seem to heal. I didn’t want to sit next to the hugging traitor or hear their gossips, too.)
- I have less anxiety attacks. (When my daddy accompanies me at night, and I do NOT like driving at night due to poor visibility behind my small wireless eyeglasses and various light reflections, I’m more calm.)
With that said, the two remaining bluish parakeets are looking for Mister Mel. I can see panic in Mister Alpo’s eyeballs and Miss Alfie is probably more relaxed and just as clueless, after having moved their cage close to the sliding back door to see my daddy and I buring the last of the Persimmon lineage.
Before I forget my two thoughts from a few days ago:
- Q-Tips is the magic wand! (I was enjoying the power of this cleaning device into my ear hole when I received that incoming thought.)
- Spare ribs are the cloned wives of Adam! (I was thinking to myself and received this incoming imagery.)
With regards to this Q-anonymous character or groups representing unnecessary noise thereof, I will Define ‘Bait’ via the 8ch.net qresearch res 5967167 html 5967516 post: this has to do with Respondent and nothing else. Duh. Once again, my personal blog, which is still set to Private mode, is mainly personal stuff. Get with the program humanz! I have not Intel as my letter grade average is between Be-Positive and below average. Sheesh.
First, the newly ordained Deacon has been giving the Sermon. And Chuck a choir member who sits in front of us, wrote a joke about his observation:
Q: Why is the Deacon giving the sermons? A-written in Filipino: Because the Priest is lazy. Two other choir members chuckled including my daddy. I do NOT understand male jokes.
Second, both the Deacon and Priest are mentioned in our pieces of paper regarding Respondent.
Third, their sermons are mainly directed unto moi, meaning I gotta avoid taking the bait – Respondent would trigger emotional responses unto Victim (which is moi‚, push the limits of her liabilities, and end up dragging my name, territory and whatnots down the road to perdition.
With that said, the detective wanted evidence, which I replied. So I’m staying in Private mode, when and if I ever do get hired in this temp job from hell, after which I might resume my public rant, which is futile because only the two cat lovers seems to be following my crap.
Furthermore, I wonder if Q is that jester, or if that D is the one and the same. Hmm. What are the mathematical possibilities that my stuff, which is supposed to be set into Private mode, is reflected in his WordPress-powered site. Hmm.
I have NOT been following mainstream media or anything newsworthy. And I discovered that my nerves are less rattled and I’m less anxious and worried, and I have time to relax and stay calm.
I rationalized that this hellish planet will never change and that humanz will remain evil.
Sincerely,
Flynn B unconcerned for events that seem to repeat themselves, only repackaged with different branding and such.
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