Dear diary,
I’m well rested after a power nap a few hours ago. I’ve enjoyed this Saturday. Read and replied to an email, submitted my daddy’s old lawn mower for repair and service and our old cutlery for sharpening. We had the usual lunch of boiled soup with frozen veggies and whatever mystery meat balls or dumplins.
In this blog, I’ll express my displeasure. Once again, I do NOT believe that banishing prayer is working because Respondent has been triggered by my daddy’s front yard gardening activities. She is becoming more bold – Thursday she is seen gardening but hiding inside a hooded jacket and the her side front facing wooden door was opened, Friday her side door leading to her garage but facing our shared fence has been open, Friday night the front garage lights was shining brightly after my daddy and the three of us enjoyed his 80th birthday out for dinner and desserts.
The dinner receipt was check number 9111 and total amount USD 166.99. A few minutes ago, I was sharing my insights to the Old Soul who doesn’t give a fuck. I also shared a screenshot from the iTune – Madame X for USD9.999 Pre-Order Expected on June 14, 2019. So whatever event might be happening on or about this date, we should pray really hard. Then again prayers do NOT seem to work.
And so I don’t care anymore because this world won’t change and that’s the way it is. After ranting to my family last night about my choir gig,s it’s two versus one, where my daddy said to be nice. The Old Soul said the feeling is different when there is closeness. The swollen, gout-filled choir leader isn’t close like a friend but more like and acquaintance. The sister-in-law said that if I’m happy and don’t complain then it’s okay. But I NOT happy and I complain, which isn’t fair to my daddy, who doesn’t get it.
And so the Old Soul said something along the line that I don’t have to stay and he cited examples where he texted someone to bug off. And so one day that someone texted him back. But he knew it was that felon from work who was posing as that someone else. And the Old Soul knew NOT to take the bait.
So unless y’all are here to mess with humanity but confusing them with thoughts and prayers, love and light, and other charity ball stuff, I would advise y’all to stop it. Because y’all aren’t getting off this hellish planet. Nope. I didn’t come here for whatever. I came here to break up these mockeries.
And I know that the Herr Maestro can pick up on my thoughts. Because after lunch during a retreat two Saturdays ago, I entered the ‘sanctuary’ and thought to myself – What a nice place to get hitched. And after a few minutes of the Chapter’s talks and nominations (for life) of new board members (mostly whitish, which is why I’m freaking out like a blackened facial mole with two strings of wiry hairs), Herr Maestro started playing on the mini-grand piano a familiar wedding march, a title which I should know but done. Ta-ta-ta. Ta-tum. Ta-tum-ta-tum.
So the Old Soul has installed his plywoods inside his garage and is texting about sandstones feeling alive. I was disappointed that he used two metal screws to crucify the stones into the makeshift plywoods to use as a practice rock climbing indoors. I must be imagine weird stuff.
Sincerely,
Flynn B wondering why I bother sharing my stuff with other souls who don’t give a fuck.
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