Dear diary,
Evil Kitty has spend her whole afternoon in a couple of music setting. The first one sucked because the sound system wasn’t loud enough for team choir to flatter then normal. For us musicians, that means they cannot sing based on memorized pitch. They suck. That’s why volunteers suck.
The second one was better as these old farts are professional musicians. I’m still intimidated because I’m also faking or guessing where to hit the notes. But with my big brain, I’m able to memorize the general placement of pitches. The song was widely popular song among the Germans. I still can hear the general tune but I don’t know the words exactly.
And so Evil Kitty has been appeased. The gout-filled, freakishly swollen-legged red-head has finally contributed her meanly five-dollars with notches along the edges. Mein Gott and Heerrn! WTF must Evil Kitty be tested by freeloaders. That’s correct! Y’all are freeloaders. It is NOT what will happen to Evil Kitty and/or said soul/spirits, but what will happen to y’all as she reports her findings unto the Lawd Gawd.
Evil Kitty has observed that y’all will NEVER change. And therefore, y’all will never get off this hellish planet, period.
Sincerely,
Flynn B Evil Kitty appeases temporarily. I mean, Uber drivers get a better deal than this one freeloader. Sheesh! When I mentioned to her ‘what I can give back to the community’, I meant WTF is in it for unto moi! Duh! I too can speak in reversals or projections of hurt feelings. Freaking taking advantage of Evil Kitty is NOT wise. Scratches and hisses unto thee! Fools!
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