Dear diary,
Brouhaha! I have angered y’all via my recent Twits! Yup.
I had to look up the word captcha. Evil Kitty is human.
The board owner doesn’t get it either. I like WordPress and the blogging platform.
I used to like blogging in public. I still enjoy my privacy because I’m an idiot.
But like all things, memories will fade as will this bowel movement, agenda, cause.
Oh, yeah! The swollen, gout-filled senior citizen emailed me if I could accompany her this Saturday evening.
I was en route homebound, had my driver side window rolled-down, and screamed allowed: This isn’t a charity! This isn’t free!
Y’all know what I mean – tit for tat. Tut, tut.
So I reported my anger to my daddy and showed him her email. Then I told him about my reply to her that it’s a community effort and that she should reach out to the other choir members.
I’m NOT freaking gonna be the only one suffering with these damn fools! The Couples For Christ group covers that slot and NONE of them will attend. Bull crap. They are mostly Flips who doesn’t sing well anyway.
She replied and still insisted that she wouldn’t bother the other choir members. Instead she dares bother me. Fuck.
I cannot lie that I’m available. And I replied to her that she needs to let me know the outcome. It’s only fair.
Do y’all hear what I’m saying. The Old Soul joked earlier this evening something about Klans. Brouhaha.
A Great Awakening that us brown-folks are being used like dogs. Yup.
Hissing angerily,
Evil Kitty
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