Tag: myAsides

Well, at 1715-1718, I texted Carl B our complaint regarding the neighbor living adjacent to us. I’ve made screenshots for my archives, of course and this is in case we the ‘family of demons’ who are ‘pretending to be rich’. My parents came home from the service repair shop at the dealership and reported to me that the crazy bitch was watching the shuttle drop-off and pick-up, courtesy of the dealership. She ran to check the mailbox. She talked loudly in public to intimidate my parents while Dad was gardening. My parents could only ignore her ‘disturbance of peace’.

Yesterday, I noticed that both smiling Halloween paper decors – orange pumpkin and purple skull – were gone. They were hidden inside the tall rosebush. I believe the gardener removed the offending parties. I noticed that a faded reddish carpet is atop a pile of yard trimming over the weekend.

Also, a long whitish truck with a top bed and a dark-colored peep hole was parked on our westward facing street. It was pointed northward and left around past noontime three days ago.

Also, the crazy bitch living directly adjacent to us has been opening her garage upon my arrival, especially today; since I arrived home later than usual around 16:30 due to taking a one-hour lunch to avoid the potluck luncheon at my temp job from hell and instead to attend noontime mass and leave after taking Holy Communion.

She hasn’t served as Eucharistic/Communion Minister for two weeks. Last Sunday morning mass, that caretaker, renter, or TNT with the butch, light-brown hair, was sitting alone at the third pew from the right front facing section near the center aisle. I managed to pass out Xmas gifts of original fruit cakes but three missing attendees.

Yesterday, Mercedes delivered her banana-nutter dark-brown cake inside a regular quart-sized ZipLock back. I just finished my post work shower and had my towel wrapped around my head. Mom as rushed to greet the widow, who drover herself. Her Danny boy was busy at work to drive her. Prior to dinnertime yesterday, Dad threw it away unfortunately.

Today, from 1500 to 1540 Mom couldn’t get through to my smartphone, which was set to vibration. I couldn’t hear it because of my bad hearing. I had to reset their debit card limit higher for both purchases and cash. The ‘lock’ feature was turned off. This is a prime example why cashless society will NOT work effectively. There will be lots of angry humanz, including my own mother who was stranded for ONE hour because y’all are giving us cheap technological advancement that is not working effectively! I couldn’t process these transaction through the banking mobile app for Android and instead had to log online on company time to access the freaking main website. Fucking idiots better not touch the cash! Fucking internet, mobile, electronic cards! I couldn’t even get through to the customer service 1-800 phone line to confirm that we’re okay with my limit reset. Fuck!

Today, at 1600 I left work and hurried home. I received another text message from Das Squirrel. He’s stranded at the tire company and is waiting for them to finish. I texted a reply if he needed my help and that today is an even numbered date of 12/20. And so I don’t understand what luck we received.

20161218-0008. Here is another soundbite between Satan and Dashie:

Satan: Unbox the dope, Dashie!
Dashie: I will never Unbox the dope, Satan!

20161212-1251. Mom was talking about her sleep doctor, who is a beautiful Grecian woman with short dark hair. Both Mom and her doctor hugged each other for the Trump win. Father Michael says Merry Christmas after Monday noontime mass. He wore baby blue cassock with white fleur-de-lis.

After un-subscribing from my news feed of mostly controversial stuff, which may include fakes, I now have more time for other stuff, such as blogging!

Well, I’ve not been posting my journal entries of daily life. For example, did y’all know that I’ve been wearing compression or support stockings for two weeks? That’s correct!

Mom noticed that my cankles were swollen! She pressed the ankles and there was edema! So for awhile she’d messaged the suckers with some petroleum jelly while I took water pills.

Voila! My cankles are now skinny! I’m wearing my fleshy colored ones, which are more slippery and easier to install, at my temp job from hell. Whereas the blackish colored support hose with diamond ate freaking difficult to install and tighter, yet very supportive.

Mom said that I was drowning myself with too much water and that can kill a person. It’s called overhydration. I simply wanted to flush my kidneys and avoid CONSTIPATION without resorting to OTC laxatives.

I noticed to that I felt like I walking on gel cushions. Seriously, I felt and imagined that bottoms of my feet were squooshy.

Now I feel like can walk more comfortably and solidly as if I could feel my stride rather than limping along in fear. Yes, I’m also less outta breath, too, as if I feel like suffocating.

I’m drinking coffee to help excrete my overhydration and increase my fat fighting metabolism.

20161206-1957. Junior left a few minutes ago. As he stepped outta the front door, i noticed a dark blue sedan pull up and park in front of the driveway of the crazy Filipino bitch living adjacent to us. It was a cold night. Dad saw some burnt Xmas bulbs. Mom saw the lights for the first time.

20161204-0033. Here is yet another soundbite between Satan and Dashie.

Satan: Your plushie doll and I just became the best of friends.
Dashie: Well fuck the both of you guys. I knew there was so something evil about that mother fucker.

20161130-0700. Starting work. en route, saw one dark layer clouds, revealing golden hue, due southeast. be brightened a bit as i sit in break room drinking coffee.

2016128-2136. I came home after two hours of temp job from hell and helped Dad install single string of big old Xmas bulb lights around the house from 1000 to 1330.

20161128-2133. After church where bitch served next to priest, I went to pick up new EPSON FastFoto FF-640 at Bestbuy.com, parked Dad’s MB E430 on our long stretch of side road, over inflated my tires from below 30 psi to 34 psi, I installed my scary stickers of a blue-eyed wraith woman with long hair and a bug-eyed skull head on my left driver side window. Then the bitch installed her skull head and assemblyman sign at the rose bush nearest the garage in the following day. That psycho needs a good ‘shot’.

20161127-0015. Here is a another soundbite.

Satan: Fuck all your links, Dashie!
Dashie: No fuck you, Satan! They’re all great links [whatever].

2016125-1946. Two staged events to sweeten the deal as POTUS.

20161117-1423. Deja vu while deleting terminated SSN and Emails.

20161115-1657. At 1615, I barely turned off my car engine and the crazy bitch opens garage. My smartphone was dropped in the car and I retrieved it only to see that the maroon van is not parked on left driveway. I hosed my car. Then Virgil’s car was there after Mom and I backed outta the driveway to pickup meds. Yesterday after we arrived around 1515, Virgil backed out his car. Crazy shit heads.

20161114-1610. Mom said to reimburse Trump the campaign money he used by RNC.

 
So, I’ve been purchasing stuff via Amazon.com online. My new smartphone case sports a death head skull in red-colored flames. I use my smartphone to read my music material. I hope that will trigger the zombies into their new homes – hell. I also bought stickers – scary faces of skulls, wraiths, and aliens – to stick on my car to ward off the crazy bitch living adjacent to us.

Last Sunday, the fourth pew located on the front-facing, Saint Joseph side and near the center aisle was empty, meaning the reptilian wasn’t present to serve as Communion/Eucharistic minister. This could have been due to my text message to Carl B, the CFC participant and worker at our local jail in Milpitas, CA that the possessed psycho was ranting.

Last Friday after I came home from my temp job from hell, Dad reported to me that while he was mowing the lawn and gardening Thursday, the prior day, he overheard the crazy Filipino bitch cursing aloud in public – Bullshit, Bullshit! We don’t know why a church volunteer would say bad words in public. That’s VERY unbecoming yet the stupid Filipinos in my neighborhood continue to tolerate her presence. Evil.

Oh, and that pastor Father Mark G is so fucking nasty. After taking the vile host last Sunday from he, held his breath as he looked up at me with wide eyes, turned his head quickly to his right, and proceeded to cough violently. He’s possessed, too. Jerk. I told Mom and she said don’t let them take you down.

I’m surrounded by crazy Filipinos. The mother sitting to my left doesn’t get it. She has to be more responsible in bringing her music material. I too don’t care if she is young or old. She would beg me to send her copyrighted music material. And when I don’t have a copy of limited printed material, I mumbled a threat that I wouldn’t attend Sunday mass. She then begged her son, the conductor to send her a scanned copy of the same shit that I was about to send her one night. I’ve learned to play the game and in exchange I sent a missing copy to her via email. But as a disclaimer the body of my email would include – for your personal use only.

Here are my old notes taken from my Evernote.com account:

20161125-0843. Mom speculated that Trump is forgiving HRC due to a briefing about the government mind control. Last night, Das Squirrel shared a story of his coworker who didn’t know or recall what happened during a hypnosis session in which victims were told to bark like a dog. He said that the hypnotist knew who were susceptible to mind control.

20161125-0808. Last night, Das Squirrel shared his insights. He said that we should not worry too much about the POTUS but worry moreso that our Senators are the ones affecting our livelihood. He also said that he asked his political science professor in our local urban university why we have a president in America, when America already broke away from Britain and its monarchs.

20161123-1402. Mom had a novel idea. And of course I would have to help and process her request, so as NOT to upset this dying elderly parent. I already had that in mind a few minutes ago and uncanningly and moreso recently our ‘thoughts’ are becoming more synchronized. She wanted to have the bench reupholstered to my to Kimball upright piano, which measures 42″ height (up and down), 26″ width (front and back), and 58″ length (left to right). The bench itself measures 34″ long by 13″ wide by 2.50″ high. I forgot to measure the top opening for a matching runner, but Mom got one-half yard of a nice fabric material at Calico Corner, which has 40 percent off on Saturday tomorrow! Well we back around 12:30 PM for finalizing our order – material and labor included, of course. I guess the sales person saw our MBE430 and she’s new and treated us kindly. The boss seemed to be an SAI woman. Both are short in stature.

20161121-1859. Das Squirrel shared his insight about how Trump has BOTH power and money, whereas the trillionaires, such as the Rothschilds and Rockefellers, only have the influence of money. He said that Trump is considered the most successful and powerful business man. I tried to insert my insight that Trump filling the empty chair as POTUS is only symbolic and that the workers below and within this pyramid-shaped concept are the ones responsible for pushing for bills to be signed into laws. But I guess my words are not as loud and strong. Grrr.

20161120-0106. Here is another soundbite between Satan and Dashie:

Satan: Fuck your notification [garbled word here].
Dashie: No fuck you, Satan! It’s for your people!

20161119-0754. We attended morning mass and sat near the organist in the hopes of avoiding the stalker, who is the crazy Filipino bitch living directly adjacent to our garages. This thin whitish old guy with dark gray short hair, took photos with small palm sized black camera. He came from right most side aisle, past the organist area and proceeded to take photos from right to left, past the front of the stage area, paused at the statue of Saint Joseph holding the child Jesus Christ, who was holding a blue BALL in its left hand, and then down the left most side aisle towards the front double doors in the back. He had white long sleeve, camel colored slacks, and wore hobo slouch back pack.

20161119-0632. I had a thought of Cup of God’s wrath, a spiritual energy of retribution, instead of a Purple Grape of wrath with a white cream topping which I symbolically offered to HRC. I had incoming thoughts of the Twit Wifey and her Chinese family offering real human food to their red-colored, demonic statue at the based of its feed. I was thinking of teaching these Chinese that Thoughts Matters in offering unseen food, not freaking human food, to these demonic host entities residing in its territories, in exchange for protection against other demonic host entities competing for food. I think these fools are misunderstanding the food offerings to these unseen forces for eons. Dummies.

20161118-1828. http://www.infowars.com/more-winning-ford-ceo-calls-donald-trump-lincoln-plant-will-stay-in-kentucky/ – I don’t know if I watched this YouTube video but I think that is good, since I do own a Ford vehicle and would expect the prices of domestic parts to be cheaper. That was a deciding factor in my 1998 Mustang purchase – inexpensive parts and domestic services.

20161118-1823. http://www.dcclothesline.com/2016/11/18/shock-video-80-yr-old-italian-hotel-owner-forced-by-police-to-house-refugees/ – I was having a comparative thought in which this European business was forced versus Americcan eminent domain. I was also thinking about how Trump can defend Americans against such forceful practices.

Dear humanz, 

Please stop messing your other selves and my stuff. Y’all are being played, grilled, and trolled by mainstream ad nauseum news media and by other ‘specialized interested’ shadow groupies. Whatever y’all do the illuminated ones are bored and are laughing behind your backs. We always have your backs but only if y’all behave and repent. I grow weary if y’all will ever wake up from your nightmares. If and whenever y’all decide to ask for our help, no way! You’re on your own! Get a life and job and stop crying! I have to get back to my temp job from hell. It’s only good until Friday. I’m almost done filling out the blank cells. The other project is a quick fix, too. 

With lots of cauterwailings,

Evil Kitty (your villainous messenger)

20161114-1035. I’m blogging while waiting in the car for my parents to complete their grocery shopping for fruits and Thanksgiving ingredients, such as celery for the bread stuffing. The weather is cool. I’ve been experiencing bronchial spasm. And I’m working tomorrow. Yay!

20161114-083548. After Mom’s blood work, we tuned into 560 AN KSFO and heard the coworker of Brian Sussman report on a box spring (mattress) on the road. So you see folks, this is ‘real’ news on-the-go. Most MSM news report on historical events and repeat those to hypnotize the viewers into believe that reality, when in fact it’s just a small sample in a vast universe or multiverse. Yup.

20161114-080117. Today is the second day of early morning San Francisco Bay Area fog. Visibility seems to be 150-200 feet. I researched the California DMV for signaling 100 feet before intersections. Yeah, so it’s about 200 visibility of seeing the taillights of motorists ahead.

20161113-203220. I had an incoming thought about the successful experiment with humanz, especially Democrats shedding their liberal tears. Since these ‘useful idiots’ can be programmed and mesmerized very easily, they’ll believe anything. So maybe they’ll believe in UFO, advanced ALIEN entities, ‘false flags’, hurt feelings, categorical divisiveness, etc.

20161113-192913. I had a very bad, nefarious thought regarding overpopulation, especially illegals and felons. Y’all can send these unwanted humanz, and without their knowledge and consent to the gulag, known as D.U.M.B. to work hard and to be eaten alive. Henceforth, y’all can use the railway system and FEMA camps. My bad!

20161112-224858. Sound bites about a blue-eyed stuff toy.

Satan: Fuck your plushie, Dashie!
Dashie: No fuck you, Satan! It’s a great plushie!

We attended morning mass. I had a feeling the crazy Filipino bitch was gonna follow and stalk us. But this morning she was late. Towards the end of the post-communion song, I knelt down until the priest finished cleaning the utensils. But I saw outta the corner of my right eyeballs that Lolita took her sideways glance away. Of course I started pointing into her direction with my left index finger and then whispered to Mom let’s leave. We did as soon as the priest left the stage. I’m not gonna hope in God or Father Mark G or Carl B, the handler to this damn reptilian Flip to stop her. She was wearing a tight, aqua blue sweater with a little hoodie and unbuttoned long-sleeves and dirty-look, blue jeans. She sat up at the third pew between two Filipino women wearing dark jackets and probably one with long and the other with short hairs.

We then ate at McD and saw on CNN the beautiful Frederick Whitfield reporting on the butt fugly former FLOTUS dressed in white, slouching on her left side like a snake, and showing her man muscles, on the cover of a Vogue magazine. I was expecting Melania and my excitement was destroyed. Sheesh.

Then we did a ‘dry run’ time locate the building to the I.D. Access Card. I thought it was at the ‘Freedom’s Front Door’ to the old dispensary. By the entrance was at the back of the adjacent building near the dumpster area. Mom panicked and wouldn’t shut up as usual during times of uncertainty. Sheesh.

Then we went home and processed the groceries. Mom worked on a$1.21 per pound salmon heat, while I gave the two parakeet boys a shower bath, which they didn’t enjoy because usually they would splash around inside a plastic clear blue container bath. Dad vacuumed upstairs. Last night he quickly moped the flooring with regular hot water and a cotton terrycloth on a stick.

Then Das Squirrel came over to pick up his reptilian-shaped claw knife from France via Hollywood, CA.

We’re watching YouTube videos. A recent YouTube video by UFOmania freaked him out. It was about THE HOLLOW EARTH HEAVEN OR HELL?

Congratulations, y’all! My profound tears fell around thirty minutes ago and was more profuse upon the concession call of HRC to DJT.

Yes, yes. I was hurt profoundly. I cried while listening to Libera, the choir boys on YouTube for the past one hour.

Mom awoke just as Pence and the rest lined upon the stage. I had to get up, go to the bathroom, and wash out my eyeballs.

I was touched and asked God for forgiveness of all and at all levels, reality, and dimensions.

Good luck and may God bless HRC, the witches, and covens for working hard to remind us of Lucifer’s light. 

Amen. Jesus I Trust In Y’all.