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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt “Playlist of the Week.”

Living La Vida Loca, I’m Crazy In Love With You, Coo-Coo-Coo, Working Nine To Five, We’re Not Gonna Take It…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”

Two back-up drives, jacket, medications, jewelry, important documents…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”

Keys, parakeets, slippers, glasses, wallet…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Play Lexicographer.”

schmell, that which smells from hell, beyond the sulphuric odor of fire and brimstone. Any of the aromatic foods, such as garlic and onion.

James, Are you eating garlic again?

Josh, Yup. My favorite schmell from hell.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”

Are y’all kidding me? Turn the smell of old farts into a glow puff piece?

Yesterday, Phil smelled like he didn’t shower. The creep doesn’t button his shirt.

Today, after messing up the batch (I forgot to endorse the back of the checks before scanning for deposit), he let’s out his smoker’s breath behind me.

Something is wrong with these guys. I think all of them are crazy. I don’t think the stupid crystallized piece (located inside my roller cart) isn’t working.

Even Ty won’t stop bugging me about those damn Toblerone chocolates he likes so much. Kevin is spazing out from being overworked in AP.

The rest are having fun and have the time to laugh out loud. Soon the lockbox will be implemented and the uploads for ACH/EFT/WIRE will be easy and electronic.

So that means they don’t need me after Jackie returns. I can’t wait to leave this place! But it pays money and that’s good.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

Sweet Chocolates Milk

After scanning Dad’s paperwork, getting two stamps to mail my $120.00 check to the lawyer and my new tires registration card for any recalls, I sat down to eat leftover chocolate from the fridge!

Home Sweet Home!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”

I don’t remember the last time I gave up. But that would probably have to be a good time to reflect on the fact that stupid and crazy will always win over normal people.

Last December, we were referred to another attorney who could have helped us with a RO against the next door neighbor. It’s an ongoing neighbor dispute with the referring attorney.

Lo and behold, the hands of Providence intervened and I got a new job! I didn’t have the time to put together a list of stupid and crazy things that Loca Lolita have done to warrant her record.

As it stands, we owe the attorney a balance of $120.00. My parents have paid too much for my troubles and the fact that the current American laws allows for hate speech, I gave up the hope that justice and fairness won’t happen.

What’s the point of fixing my problem with the next door neighbor when America can’t even stop terrorists and terrorism and illegal aliens?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”

“I’m thirsty! Can I please have some water to drink? It’s hot out today and I’ve not anything to eat! Please, sir! Just a drop upon my tongue. I can’t continue working under these conditions!”

But his relatives looked at each and…

[Author’s note: It’ll be a long story, so I’ll temporarily stop here until I figure out how to write it.]

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”

Mom is still grieving over the loss of her only last of ten other sibling, is still recovering from her DCR surgery of the left eye, and has been overwhelmed by the disrespect from Das Squirrel over the phone yesterday.

That afternoon Dad fetched the afternoon mail and he handed Mom the above-referenced image of a sympathy card from the family of the Twit Wifey. That was thoughtful of them and the timing was correct.

Despite being hated for being outspoken and correct in her assessment of bad behavior so prevalent in many crazy/stupid humanz who dared cross her path, she had overcome the worse “And all was right in the world”.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

I’d have to wake up at six in the morning, hose down/wash up, get dressed, boil water/eat oatmeal, greet parents/parakeets, takeoff around 0650, on order to clock in 0730, so I could leave 1600.

I used to drink lots of coffee, but that’s only placebo and contributes to gout. The best way to ensure a smooth day is for me to get at least eight hours of sleep. That means I’m sleepy around 2100.