Dear diary,
I’m happy only when things go my way. Things haven’t been going my way until I prayed aloud for relief. Lo and behold, I felt better after praying unto GOD, the God of Dork.
But anyway, yesterday, I was in a hurry and forgot the seven dollar chicken in the grocery cart. I was pissed off the whole day. And this was probably in violation of my daddy’s wishes that we were to purchase a huge bag of white rice. But I went ahead and used up my one hour lunch instead. Bad decision.
Today, I knocked over someone’s Venti Vanilla Frappuccino. I said aloud that it was my bad energy. Haha! A whitish lad had to mop up my mess. But the short whitish Asian lady replaced the SAI’s drink.
Secondly, I enjoyed his Cream Cheese Danish, which was handed to me incorrectly. I ordered a sandwich. I didn’t notice until I had eaten the stuff halfway, but I was en route to returning my Amazon order at a local Kohl’s location, where I received a 25% coupon for my new purchase of a lightweight bag over the shoulder for my most important stash – wallet, checkbook (not included yet), electric garage door opener, keys, and smartphone. I didn’t want to wait until after work when I’m tired.
So after yelling my prayer aloud, I’m feeling more calm and relaxed. I can only handle a mild telepathic connection without short-circuiting. Y’all are trespassing actually because i don’t know exactly who y’all are or what y’all want or need from me because I’m busy.
Yeah, I noticed that I’m more focused and have more concentration. But imagined or received the thoughts that I’m supposed to mean what I say or think and to be careful what I ask for. Yup.
Sincerely,
Flynn B
P.S. I was up late last night updating my contact list of address book of the city choir members and their information. This is so that the RoboKiller app won’t intercept their phone calls, which won’t happen anyway. As a result of sitting too long and for drowning last night’s dinner with fish sauce, I’ve gotten swollen ankles! I had elevated my lower extremities the swelled subsided in the morning. It’s no fun growing old!
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