To the REAL royals of this planet posing as “commoners” of my heart: I’ve not forgotten “my family”. I cannot go into further detail other than that my purpose won’t end unless you let me know PERSONALLY. Then again it is NOT supposed to be any of my god-damned business to get involved with you and yours because, I guess, TPTB and pals won’t have it any other way.
Which leads me to this: bemusing my unemployed state as it were just a passing load of hot air. Today, a headhunter has been “helping” me get a gig for an extra buck an hour. And the interview is supposed to be next Monday at around 1:00pm. I really don’t care because the system is supposed to recirculate back into my back bum pockets.
Through all Friday’s pomp and circumstances, there are a few notables that I should mention in this weblog. There were trees inside the WA! That quite uplifting, including the high pitch and deep tonality of the choir. The presentation by the Lord and his psychology in marriage and relationship went well. There were lots of references to Jewsuz Christ.
The clothing of the bride is very classic and elegant and surpassing too in fashionable taste is the Queen in a pleasant sun-colored dress of yellow. The neck has sun rays. The uniforms of her husband, son and grandsons are rather fine and dashing indeed — all gentlemanly and refined. *The two little flower girls had on lovely pleated dresses of white.*
Unfortunately with the ravages of time and sun, the skin texture of her husband is rather blotchy and uneven. Her son and his consort seemed to limp at a slow and steady pace. Her confusion in her place among the royals are still ever present. As for the balding grandsons, those sight is a sad reality but nonetheless mischievous with the presence of the red-headed lad. *The Queen surprisingly has smoother texture skin. I wonder why.*
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After thought: Perhaps I should to remind the ungrateful fat bastard and company that her Majesty has every right to cap on her subjects. Now I know why your brother had to be given a hard time. Because you failed to realize who you are messing with: It is my failing to keep your promises and guarantees to HER FAMILY. Don’t you get it? You are really not going to get away with it. No “moron” would dare try to silence what is true. To TPTB and pals: See to it they don’t let their idolatrous words destroy trust and faith in the Almighty. I’m still waiting.
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*Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110429 at 23:20:28 PM UTC.
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