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Here are my OneNotes:

20161108-1620. In my imagination of mostly science fiction, I visualized how there may be missle silos based on two locations with circular design. Many slong years ago, I was taking summer classes at a local community college. The middle of the building was opened. The story levels of the building can be seen from the middle where students sat around and studied. I was thinking that there might be a missle silo smack dab in middle of this library. As mentioned in my old blog, I’m assuming that another missile silo might be located in front of metallic statue the height of a eucalyptus tree. I’m not surprised because the nearest airfield has a FEMA camp. Yup.

20161106-2206. For this morning’s Sunday mass, I came late as usual but I was able to better control my breath and thusly so the volume of my singing came out loud. I saw Carl B, his wife Emelita B, and the boys. They sat on the front pews, side aisle section of the priest side. I wasn’t paying attention to why the left line was only four choir members and why the politician lady paused next to the psycho bitch. And after I took communion from the crazy Filipino bitch living next door to us, I saw the reptilian shape-shifting. We were prepared to sing the next song when I glanced to his area and saw that his face a pale in color. His right cheek sported to reddish to brownish stripes! I’m assuming that Carl B is the undercover handler of the reptilian woman who has been gaslighting my family and me. Father Mark G sounded like he had tears in his voice, which quivered. I could sense that he dare not look into MY direction. I was flicking subtly while holding my smartphone, which contained my music pieces.

I’m really not upset but want these Satanic gaslighters to fuck off. Damn Flips.

20161103-1427. I showed Jannessa amd Jaaleena my smartphone in which I spelled out the names of my parents and me, and referenced our city of residence. They hugged us kindly. I hope their okay but I think they’re messed up also due to the divorce of their parents.

Here are my Evernotes:

20161109-1811. http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/091816.cfm | I was thinkg about shekel, pence, stewardship, God and Mammon. I was thinking of pay-to-play, too.

20161106-???? While ‘auditing’ my very old usernames and/or passwords, I came across yet another duplicated account for an online schedule for auto repairs. So I decided to update the odometer to two of dad’s cars: 61,550 for the chedeng and 53,662 for the beater.

20161022-0000. The crazy neighbor is sitting center aisle third pew, wearing white jacket next to caretaker. | I showed my parents and pointed into her direction. I also held it up long enough so a skinny whitish guy sitting behind me saw it. Father Joseph was pissed during the wiping down of the utensils because i kept signaling him that the bitch was wearing eyeglasses. After communion, she knelt and then sat back upon the pew abruptly so that he head might have hit the two skinny whitish young girls in veil in the faces. Her caretaker slouched away from her and had her body positioned towards the center aisle. During the last song, Mom kept praying hard that we are to be protected from the stalker. We also saw that the bitch grabbed the music issue, opened the pages, walked over to the caretaker, renter, or friend, whoever, and show her the opened pages. It worked as the Holy Spirit distracted the crazy bitch from looking at us, which she did as she received her communion earlier. I saw her look into my direction as I glanced quickly over my right shoulder. Can someone smash her crazy head? Damm Flips.

20161023-0864. http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/091816.cfm

“Safe at Home
Domestic violence, stalking, and sexual assault cross ethnic, racial, age, gender, religious, national origin, sexual orientation, and socioeconomic lines to affect millions of Americans each year. Fortunately, there is Safe at Home, an address confidentiality program administered by the California Secretary of State’s office that offers victims anonymity and a new start towards a brighter future free from fear.

Safe at Home participants can use a free P.O. Box instead of their home address to help them maintain their privacy when receiving first-class mail, opening a bank account, completing a confidential name change, filling out government documents, registering to vote, getting a driver’s license, enrolling a child in school, and more. Since 1999, Safe at Home has helped to protect more than 7,000 survivors of domestic violence, stalking, and sexual assault, as well as reproductive health care doctors, nurses, volunteers, and patients. I hope you will take time to explore this web site to see if Safe at Home may be of benefit to you or someone you know.

Every Californian should feel and be Safe at Home.”

Well, I don’t feel safe at home due to the crazy Filipino bitch STILL living adjacent to us. Damn Flips.

20161109-093527. Yeah, so this morning’s skies is covered with a single bedspread of sad whitish brownish cloud.

There were lots of chemtrails in the past week. There was one fat and fluffy white puffy chemtrail against crispy clear blue skies directly overhead our home but I forgot which day.

20161109-092931. This looks like a first notebook. I wanted to upgrade my account from basic, to plus, and then premium. But I also use OneNote by Microsoft. Hmm. (20161112-1735. Addendum. I believe that I forgot which username and/or password to use. I thought I lost these notes, of course, but didn’t. And thusly so, I have two Evernote.com as discovered one day or night during my ‘audit’ of very old passwords and what nots.)

20161002-001944. Satan: i can’t fucking stand you, dashie! Dashie: Well fuck you Satan. I’m actually really a nice guy if you just get to know me.

20160927-214419. 2143, ‘koo-loog’ in Filipino means sound of thunder. ‘kid-lat’ in Filipino means bolt of lightning. ‘bag-yuu’ in Filipino means hurricane or monsoon.

20160914-093701. 0936, Per my OBGYN of basic vitals: bloodpressure – 121/76 pulse 62, 172.6 bags of mostly water.

On Halloween, I reviewed the ‘quick-reference guide’ to the ‘California General Election Tuesday, November 8, 2016 – Official Voter Information Guide’. On All Saints Day the following day, Dad and I dropped-off our mail-in ballot into the street boxes at the main USPS location. On All Souls Day, all three ballots were counted.

Here are my notes for the following propositions:

Prop 51: No – taxing, and vaccines.

Prop 52. No – cost passed onto the consumers, of course.

Prop 53. Yes – want bullet train to haul dissidents to FEMA camps.

Prop 54. Yes – online references good idea.

Prop 55. No – taxing, and vaccines.

Prop 56. Yes – charge the smokers for adding pollutants.

Prop 57. No – Once a felon, always a felon, period.

Prop 58. No – English only, no extra ‘diversity’ for taxpayers. Consider private, start-up business ventures in language, communication, and teaching instead.

Prop 59. No – I like everything except that part about state elected officials can tinker with the amendments to the US Constitution.

Prop 60. Yes – honest work equals honest pay, including equal health and safety rules. Duh.

Prop 61. No – I like everything except the exempt part for Medi-Cal.

Prop 62. No – Once a killer, always a killer, period.

Prop 63. No – I like everything except the part about prohibiting the possession of large bullets and stuff. The imagery received was that of black market by-passing this area.

Prop 64. No – As mentioned in my OLD blog, marijuana is addicting. It should fall under prescription drugs for controlled substance. It’s like opium, heroin,  and steroid addictions.

Prop 65. Yes – I like everything environmental, except the part about keeping the proceeds in a ‘special’ fund that may be abused, misused, and whatever.

Prop 66. Yes – Let them die. I’m sure the innocent Masons and whistleblowers deserve their justice for knowing too much.

Prop 67. Yes – If this is mandated statewide, that will by-pass sneaky humanz obtaining plastic bags from other local cities and ordinances that don’t enforce the ban on plastic bags and whatnots.

As for the local ‘Measures’, I can’t find my markings. Sheesh. Y’all can guess who I voted as the next POTUS 2016.

Here are my random notes from hell:

Temp job from hell. From 10/25 – 10/27, I sent a mental message to Catherine S, the AR clerk, who is also the freaking IT Consultant (off 880 Interstate) supporting the old payroll system. They already went live the prior week, yet her new boss, who was there only for 1.5 weeks, freaked out and needed temp help.

Well Catherine S obviously picked up my stray thoughts and proceeded to give negative feedback to the new boss and my recruiter. Cathy had downturned demonic eyebrows, by the way.

There were other stinks pointing my ‘facial’ profiling as weird things approached such as Katherine M mentioning keeping the freaking automatic bathroom light turned on, Scott A the CEO complaining about my Mustang parked in his space, and Arlene C not reviewing my temp work for accuracy.

But no instead, they just complained to my recruiter unfairly that ALL the payroll detail was incorrect when Catherine S of 880 Interstate walked through two paper timecards in that batch. They also complained that I was on my smartphone to much, which was really during my breaks, since there was really no place to go except a freaking small break room!

No wonder they were acting weird, always going inside the room to pretend on getting stuff. Freaking chez whities!

Thanks to ObamaCare, affirmative actions, and diversification of humanz, I was forced into an unknown and uncomfortable situation with chez whities. Being subjugated to temp jobs from hell since the 2008 market downturn was my fate.

So I’m hoping these idiots understand that my last name isn’t Hispanic. I’m not Latino and I’m not Asian. I’m fat and fugly, which would explain my single and childless status, thankfully.

I’m thinking right now that the recruiter was flagging me to claim unemployment. I responded to their customer survey with ALL bad for service but with number ten for recommendation. I also ranted about improvements in the comments section box.

At least I got paid 21 hours of service. The IRS should know who is that international recruiter.

Well, it’s been a busy Friday cleaning up my old passwords; while irreconcilable differences between the two old farts are dramatized for my entertainment. Alas, the unclean evil spirit of destruction has been rubbed off upon us after attending the funeral and burial of the fornicator. This will probably be the last contact with my paternal relatives living in Hayward, Union City, Foster City, whatever.

Anyway, with regards to the emails and Wikileaks, I wonder why we the public cannot view the ‘Raw Message’. Below are the sample ‘raw data’ for a typical Yahoo email account:

• X-Apparently-To:
• Return-Path:
• Received-SPF:
• X-YMailISG:
• X-Originating-IP:
• Authentication-Results:
• Received:
• X-Originating-IP:
• Received:
• Received:
• X-VirtualServer:
• X-SMHeaderMap:
• X-Destination-ID:
• X-SMFBL:
• X-VirtualServerGroup:
• From:
• Subject:
• To:
• X-Originating-IP:
• X-xsMessageId:
• X-xsMailingId:
• X-MailingID:
• Message-ID:
• Date:
• MIME-Version:
• Content-Type:
• X-Yahoo-Forwarded:
• Content-Length:
• Content-type:
• Content-Transfer-Encoding:

Yeah, so, folks, as y’all can see ‘coding is poetry’ (a la Automattic.com, Matt Meister, and his Happiness Engineers). Everything is mathematical, logical, and down-right fantastical. As a fellow noob geek, we need to see supporting documents. More specifically, I’m requesting for the second time some nice docket numbers for these perpe-traitors. And, my friends, there’s more stuff that may have been stripped outta of these alleged ’emails’ as publicized through Wikileaks. Oh, we are living in exciting times. Grab your popcorn and let’s see how the protocols are processed.

Here are my lazy notes on daily life via MS OneNote:

20161103-2308. Addendum thought – last night at the freaking long Vigil Service, I experienced three separate flashes of light. It’s not like a brown out or black out. It’s like a ‘flashback’ or spiritual connection of the other sides. Yup.

20161102-1724. En route northbound 880 prior to the Warren Ave. I experienced a head pressure. I looked up and saw two Huey-like, green-colored copters with each sporting a single ‘unicorn’ horn in front. It’s parallel to its underside. The two damn copters were headed at an angle towards the eastern hills. I’m assuming the general location is the Altimont Pass. Yeah, so whenever I would sense that head pressure, I’ll assume that I’m picking up peculiar military technology. We were headed to a Vigil Mass for a dead guy, the hard-working husband of my paternal aunt Malouse. Yup.

20161102-1146. From October 11 to 13, 2016, my hemorrhage has stopped after I’ve prayed at a local church for healing. I am assuming that the telepaths have heard my plea and/or Mama Mary indeed has interceded. This is one of two miracles for last month of October. I already mentioned how my itchy left throat was no longer triggered by a loose piece of bone from the inside out of second molar numbered ’18’. Thank y’all.

20161101-2258. After returning two retail store items and then two online store items, I pointed to the blue skies and told Dad to look up at the chemtrails headed northbound. I was coming outta the loop from northbound 880 when I saw a dark purple shadow already laid out as the dual whitish trais were being spewed. This was in line or parallel of northbound 680 as we rounded over the bridge. Dad’s zombie-brain didn’t see the purple line. The time was 1124 am in the morning last Saturday, October 29, 2016.

20161031-1338. The FBI is not in the business of progress report (per that Italian lawyer on Fox News), such as a that letter to Congress by James B. Comey, or trying federal cases without trial by jury. In other words, something is fishy here.

20161029-2250. As my usual ritual, err, my attempt to depressurize prior to drifting off to sleep, I would watch Dashie’s recent YouTube video. Here is the latest sound bite between Dashie and Satan, though I have a very difficult time translating his screamings.

Satan: Fuc your Yoshii, Dashie!
Dashie: No fuck you, Satan! Yoshii is a great guy if you get to know him!

20161024-1126. Last night our GE refrigerator decided to shake and make howling sounds. I had to turn it off overnight for the freezer to defrost and release its frozen hold upon any moving pieces. I turned on the temperature again but the sound was rattling. So after breakfast and with the help of Dad, we used his loud-ass air compressor for vehicular tires, two vacuum cleaners, an old sponge, and hot water to get the job done. For my future reference, in order for me to remove the back panel, I had to remove the plain-headed hex screws with Dad’s HEX NUT 1/4 G 43493. I didn’t think of putting a label for easier location. Sheesh.

20161024-1234. Here is another soundbite between Dashie and Satan:

Satan: I watched you poop this morning.
Dashie: Fuck you, Satan! Don’t ever watch me poop ever again.

20161018-1413. Animals aren’t humanz. That’s why humanz act like animals. For without a strong foundation of God and the hope to be a better soul, we are nothing short of being animalz.

20161018-1414. You’re nothing more than an animal soul, just living on this earth thinking of material things or hope for salvation. Running marathons seem meaningless after awhile.

20161018-1403. Holy war, Syrian Christians persecuting, Russia helped protect Constantinople’s Christianity, Putin said he’s here to help Christians.

20161018-1416. USA picking on small guy Syria and a bigger brother Russia to protect Christians. Trump must side with Russia. 1419, Capital of Rome, Bulgarians helped save Constantinople’s Christians, though they fell to Islam.

20161017-0834. At 0834 this morning, and for approximately fifteen seconds, there was a quick brown out.

20160917-1411. Testing – why I don’t use Microsoft one note.

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Below are my notes via Evernote:

20161021-111317. ATT, Medicare insurance contested. Trump if I win.

20161016-002127. Here is another soundbite between Dashie and Satan:

Satan: Please lemme wipe your booty, Dashie!
Dashie: You’re not wiping my booty, Satan! Fuck that!

20161015-211050. Greetings, I didn’t receive my order. Per an email received from the USPS.com site, the order was delivered at 07:34 PM Pacific Time on Sat, 10/15/2016. We were home at that time and didn’t hear our doorbell ring. Can you please replace and/or refund this order? Thank you.

This was a script for my missing Rainbow-colored SAMSUNG J320P wallet. I have a ‘Jesus I Trust In You’ tucked into the slot where my cards should be located. Plus, I found a little plastic cross tucked in also.

20161013-181640. I was trying to charge my account for an Evernote upgrade but it was declined. It might have been the new ‘chip’ in my card. I don’t know. Ugh.

20160718-190334. Testing Evernote app for Android!

Dear Lawd Gawd, 

WTF? This temp job from hell is so freaking boring. I should hope y’all aren’t gonna ‘fence’ me in too long because it’s too slow, too quiet, too small, and too freaking cold! That’s correct! Now I’ll end up bringing my portable heater! WTF?

First, I drove around and around for a good ten minutes until I decided (since I couldn’t parallel park correctly) to park 1/8 miles away, around the corner. There’s no freaking parking, a parking lot, or a garage or carport. This is the first time that I’d have to WALK to get to work. Thank goodness I have my roller cart with wheels for my junk! Ugh

Second, they don’t have a spreadsheet application for ‘accounting’ stuff, since I’m doing mediocre payroll, such as using a TimeCard Tabulator II to calculate hours from weekly time card prior to plugging the detail into this slow-ass dedicated shit. OMG! And the dedicated software application is still freaking thinking!

Cathy was having a bad day. But with her short thickness, curly blond locks, and old tats, I’m sure I’ll survive not one more week! Dammit!

WTF? Third, there’s no coffee maker, only a wall of Kirkland cases of bottled water. So far I scrunched up a plastic bottle to take home and recycle. It’s good for the environment and wortg five hard-earned pennies!

Fourth, Kill me now. WTF! Ugh! But I shouldn’t complain. Forgive me for though the distance is only ten minutes away, the traffic makes it twice as horrible. Terrible.

I’m not happy. I was actually taking a nap at this dusty desk. It appears that the place has moved from the corner most building to this one on the right. But that was years ago. There was a paper sign with an arrow for directions on the main door.

Alex was waiting in the car, greeted me, opened the front business door to an empty receptionist desk, and let me into the one story place. He’s a tall whitish lanky guy and Alene is a nice groovy hippie.

With fangs grinding,

Evil Kitty

Dear Lawd Gawd,

At 2003 PM Pacific Time, Mom told me that she is hoping that she is wrong about the war, considering the corruption in our Americanized government.

Mom feels sorry for Trump. Deep in her heart she is praying really hard for Trump. During this morning, Mom is praying to give Trump the strength to fix this country, if he can.

Mom can see Trump’s eyes and face are withdrawn. She said that God is with those who are condemned by the oppressors, who will receive karma!

Father Jonathan sermonized four points of getting our god-damned prayers through to y’all. 1. Be humble. 2. Be precise. 3. Be {{{I cannot recall}}}. 4. Be persistent.

So here are my four pointers with regards to Mom’s perseverance:

1. I humbly request that the voters vote for the best one on the voting ballot.
2. I am sick and tired of the pain caused by liberals, progressives, and other donors.
3. I hope to recall what I forgot and would like y’all to help others to recall your mercy.
4. I’m not gonna stop making noise until y’all ‘splain ‘tuff that we don’t care to understand.

Sincerely,

Evil Kitty (((Hiss…)))

My parents and I are watching the Trump rally in NC via RSBN on YouTube.

Anyway, earlier this morning, I researched the definition of OASDI and FICA and learned that the stuff is heavily biased towards the deplorables, losers via a Wikipedia article. I read in the next sentence that the self-employed pays a heck alot more than the irredeemables.

So if y’all wanna MAGA, turn on the air conditioners and let the basement dwellers pay their fair share. I see that the 2015 cap is at $118,500. I don’t know what that means or if that’s fair.

So since last week, I misunderstood the reconciliation project comparing the payroll details between Workday (new) and Paylocity (old), determining the variances, and providing the external auditors our findings.

Her ‘last report’ today was emailed to us temp workers at 08:12 am and I finished at around 12:30 pm, leaving the psycho military veteran to his spreadsheet version. (Two days ago he said he’d kill himself if he dropped of smartphone. This was after the smoking break of the threesome, after Japanese lunch in Golden Gate meeting room.)

The second report was emailed Tuesday. She panicked that evening and explained what she wanted and I finished that second recon in three hours yesterday around 10:00 am, just in time to take off to the eleven o’clock temp job interview where I got lost driving around for fifteen minutes.

So I’m waiting for the recruiter and/or the client for word whether I’m still assigned here or at the opportunity next Tuesday, Wednesday, or whenever.

After her email bade of goodbye, I took off homebound at 1300, ate lunch at home, and assisted in cooking and house chores.

Yeah, so tomorrow I have an eleven o’clock on-site interview with the manager to a new temp job from hell. It’s supposed to be two months and I supposed to help with light collections of past due invoices.

Unfortunately Mom had sensed that these temp jobs from hell are connected with the Democrats, mainly Obama and Hillary because if these recruiters are Republicans, I would have had a full time job by now.

These recruiters are taking around eight dollars per hour on my hard earned work. I know because I was filing away the invoices for the AP department in a past temp job. Mom didn’t like how I’m being cheated.

Anyway prior to eight o’clock last night, Robin R, the hiring manager to tomorrow’s on-site temp job interview called our freaking landline and asked for Mom!

WTF? Usually, the incoming phone calls to our landline comes over to my smartphone, in which I saved Robin’s work number and cellphone number!

So whatever the fuck is going on, I don’t like it! Y’all are on watch big time for mixing your business with this political call.

Which is just what Robin called about – Proposition A, which is low-income, affordable housing to these god-dammed refugees in San Francisco!

So, I’ll go on-site and turn refuse later on because y’all ars trolling what political positions we take.

We’re not Democrat and will not be voting for Hillary! Bull shit.

We’re watching the second POTUS debate. And holy crap, Anderson Cooper! You’re an asshole for asking that question. Stop asking that question and go after Hillary! That’s not important. You are not fair! I’m gonna get y’all!

Dear Lawd Gawd, 

Mom told me to thank you for healing unto moi, for the helpful humanz who allowed your healing to manifest, and to proclaim your glory with praise and thanksgiving.

Yesterday Friday, I stupidly showed up for work without verifying via simple text message to the client and was dismissed one and half hours later. The SAI military guy didn’t show up. 

At around nine o’clock I arrive home to see my parents eating breakfast. They said that the power was out since 08:20 AM. No wonder the garage door opener didn’t work! Plus, the streetlights at two major intersections didn’t work!

After the sacrosanct ranted about stupid Flips and not to have them as friends, shared a photo of his granddaughter graduating from the US Army with that backwards US flag patch on the right shoulder, suggested that I should be co-owner of my parent’s account, we left for the bank and then had lunch at Island Pacific.

After lunch, I felt a sharpened foreign body poking my tongue from the bottom left molar. I left a voicemail message with Maria but knew she was a bitch. So at around 3 o’clock, Dad and I arrived at the dental department of the free clinic. .

The receptionist claimed that someone canceled an appointment and so was able to accommodate unto moi. That place only takes emergency care Monday through Sunday at two time slots only – 8:00 am or 1:00 pm!

It was by luck, err, your blessings that I was seen by a dedicated Asian, soft-spoken, conservative dentist, who is always available. I believe this socialist regime is kinda, sorta worth the ‘test’.

Unfortunately, the following example will illustrate the failure of public jobs.

After the dentist presented the whitish, probably bony foreign body upon the circular mirrored instrument, he order an xray to ensure I didn’t have a cracked tooth.

The elderly blackish assistant was freaking stupid! She was gonna xray the incorrect right area instead of the left and was instructed to take a second one because it didn’t capture the back molar.

The second failure was raising her apish voice at the Asian dentist, who softly apologized. I mumbled to him that he was patient.

He wanted a pointy tip and she was confused. He asked several times and she flayed her arms around while getting loud. Fucking idiot.

So anyway I noticed that my itchy left throat area has miraculously stopped irritating unto moi and my coughing triggered by this referred pain ceased! Amen!

Dad almost fell asleep while waiting. Bless you for blessing me with his stubborn patience. Mom was busy sewing when we returned home.

Now my bite seems more aligned after I gave birth to my VERY painful troubles, which was probably locked inside the gums for years because of a slight painless protrusion!

Or that was a bone from the Nutrisystem lunch of white bean soup with jalapeño initiate it month ago. I was having lunch with the boss lady and talked about my brother when I felt something hot or sharp.

The inside row along my bottom swelled up for the past month until I prayed really hard for healing these past three days to the prophet, the surfer, the dj, and anyone else willing to assist

And so I’m grateful.

With lots of indigent hisses,

Evil Kitty