Dear diary,
I am a targeted individual since birth. The conditions were created so that I may stay single and childless.
I noticed that whenever I have a good-paying, full-time, and/or permanent job, the assholes start knocking down my front door.
With that said, the first group are snakes, as are the second and third, and now my maternal relatives.
Being that I’m into spirituality and such, I took it upon myself to be nice. Unfortunately, that would mean STEALING from my daddy.
In other words, without him and his hard work, the god-damned relatives are basically nothing and the rest of y’all need to get a reality check from your Dad.
I’m beginning to think that being under and unemployed have its benefits – no one will bother a poor folk.
Sometimes I miss being home and I really don’t care if others bother me as I can feel that I’m not able to handle being bothered by assholes.
I’m gonna post a twit of my findings. Because frankly, I do NOT give a damn. However, I was blessed with a box of chocolate – FREE.
This was a gift certificate from the temp gig from hell, after having won a four-cornered bingo game.
For those into numerology, the numbers on the corner right hand corner of my bingo paper were: 50, 60, 64, and 75. The free space in the middle would be 33091. The bingo paper number is 393594.
So spiritually, I would take that as a blessing and a sign – a box of chocolate. I had a chance to gab with a newly-hired temp girl
And earlier shook right hands with the 1st Vice President who is or was also a Bakersfield cop. He would wear his hair slicked HIGH up and back in retro: Thank you for your help, he said. (Oops, he’s probably in the loop.)
Sincerely,
Flynn B. Hehe! I was being a card and squealed merrily to grab my deal with both hands – Asian style. I’m sick and tired of y’all! Please give me a break and freedom from this charity scam!
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