20230611-2243. Here is my opening sentence to my autobiography.
Dearly beloved chumps! You’ve reach the autobiography of FLYNN. You may wish to take a hit because what I’m about to reveal is a doozy, a wild ride that will knock you off your seat! So hold on to your hat and tighten your seat belt. You will enjoy whatever you can muster the nerve to swallow. That’s all. Now read more…
20230611-2240. Here are three toiletry items that I could NOT live without:
20230611-2236. The only way to become hardened by forge is to go through bad experiences. Without that challenge, I would probably NOT have grown up. I guess these experiences are supposed to make us tough and tougher. But I’ve grown resentful, hateful and anger – three traps to spiritual perdition.
20230611-2228. I believe in fate or destiny. I don’t know the difference of both words. They sound both the same.
I also believe in freewill. That is something that Our Heavenly Father gave us.
Our fate is in the hands of Our Heavenly Father. If we are destined to fail due to our freewill to do nothing, then that is a fate. The opposite is also true.
So maybe everything is co-incidental, which is incidents that are intentionally set by co-dependency on factors between OHF and our own freewill.
With yesterday’s misdemeanor of a suspect vehicle crashing into our front yard fence, our favorite podcaster told me that it’s intentional. I know it’s intentionally because I have a beef with those gangs from overseas. He knows the race that I’m referring to.
20230611-2225. Yes I do enjoy my job which would involve laughing out loud to myself about the errors of my ways or some small revelation that doesn’t make sense to me until later on!
So my job is to observe and report back. I get a kick playing the hapless victim who can’t doing for oneself, always seeking answers, but never really finding any truth whatsoever.
20230611-2223. Each time I would meet a guy, eventually I would have to say goodbye. The most interaction would only last at least a handful to maybe two dozen times. And then that’s about it. No real goodbyes. Just simply NOT calling or talking was all that it took. No questions asked. Just fade away and disappear.
20230611-2220. I could never be someone else for a day because I don’t look like or feel like anybody else but me, myself and I!
I’m already distraught over having to re/incarnate as my present self who can’t even present herself anything else about weird!
So I can’t imaging being someone else! No way!
20230611-2216. I tried pulling out weeds from the backyard using my own gloved hands. But I ended up injuring myself, My right thumb felt outta place. I felt sore for a few days and was absolutely winded out from heart palpitations, partly due to drinking DARK roasted whole coffee beans. So we paid 1K for the gardener to remove the weeds and mow the two lawns out front and back.
20230611-2211. There is no such word as nothing. For there is always something. Nothing else matter but something else does! Get it?
It’s like saying there is no GOD and that nothing existed before GOD came into existence. Get it? There has to be a CREATOR of all sorts to make the concept of something matter.
20230611-2206. There’s really nothing to worry about.
“Come what may”, as my daddy would say.
With that said, who care? I know I shouldn’t care about what happens in the next six months. I’ll continue to spend like its no tomorrow and save up for the next big expenses. That’s all I could do for now.
20230611-2203. I’d advice my teenage self to open up and be more confident. Talk to more of your classmates and stop being so afraid of what to say. Sign up to be a leader. Put on makeup and do your hair. Participate in drama classes. Get involved with the community. Stop hiding inside the house. Get married earlier and make one dozen of babies – 6 boys and 6 girls.
20230611-2158. I hate uninterested and uninteresting people who are always glued to their smartphones like Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey, whom I kicked outta our Thanksgiving lunch back in November 2022. Since then that bitch hasn’t spoken to us. Well, both of them never really were close since they lived together.
These are the grossly indoctrinated invaders into progressive liberalisms of Commiefornia and their bad attitudes that only concern themselves. No conversations. No sharing. No talking. Just silence. What’s the point of them ever visiting if that’s the case?
