Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: food

  • 20060930-Saturday Afternoon

    We ate our breakfast and left to go out. First we dropped off a couple of ‘Kali-Maw’s kitchen knives at the store but couldn’t wait because the guy won’t be in until this afternoon to sharpen these cutlery. We then went to the mall to walk around for another one hour.

    I got lost on our way to the office supply store and I decided to visit the local church fair. It was small with about two dozen booths. At least we got to spend 20.00US notes on food: two combo plates ($5.00 each); two hot dogs for ‘Kali-Maw’ ($1.50 each); one bag of chips ($0.50); two ice creams ($2.00 for sundae and $1.50 for cone); and three bottled water ($1.00 each).

    The entertainment sucked big time. Two guitarists played my favorite songs from the flower peace era. Then the next group included a bunch of uncoordinated kids. The last set did a horrible job on the hip-hop dance. The older professional band did jazz and we left because the sound system was too loud for us, especially ‘Kali-Maw’.

    I suppose we could go out again so I could get my much needed mouse pad with gel wrist support, which I recently use at work. This version reduced both the bump and pressure on my right ‘heel’ section of my hand.

    The current time is 02:08PM and there are no further police activities. I forgot to mention the police vehicles left the sides of the rode at around 01:44AM, which was about ten minutes after I got off my computer at home. I do not understand why they are trying to prove their presence to me in particular.

    P.S.
    I forgot to mention the local church fair had lots of weird looking people, who were white men. One was the sound manager of the local church fair. He did a good job with coordinating the jazz band’s sound and making the speakers hurt our ears. His left eye was more prominent and the whole face, especially the right side seemed messed up and burned red.

    The second guy was also weird looking. He stood behind me to my right and asked if I was Alice; while I was waiting for my sundae and cone at one of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. I looked at him briefly; told him bluntly, ‘No’ and returned my gaze to the booth. His right eye was more prominent. His face was also reddened; doughy and too big and long for his height, which is slightly shorter than me.

    The third guy with gray hair, light blue, island shirt and light blue jeans acted confused. He was the second of the two weirdo’s who stood behind me to my right. After I already had both ice creams in my hands, he told me he had no money to buy ice cream. I too was confused as I took out my wallet and put it on the counter, for whatever reason; while deciding whether I could either pay cash instead of the food ticket or hand him ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. But I told him I could buy one for him later. He said, ‘It’s okay.’

    I went back to the table where my parents were sitting and told them about both guys. ‘Kali-Maw’ got mad and said I had nothing to do with those people. ‘Shiva-Paw’ laughed as usual. The second confused one stood in front of the booth and ate his ice cream for a few minutes and went to the ‘Dessert’ booth located immediately to the left of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. He got another free food from the fair.

    As I mentioned before, these entities are loosing their human guises. And for whatever reason I am prime bait with my ‘ask and shall be given’ aura. I didn’t freak out but wanted to give that confused guy ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. I want to know what the ‘pluck’ is going on and why these people keep coming to me for help!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-Crap Happened

    The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.

    I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.

    My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.

    I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.

    The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.

    Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.

    But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.

    My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.

    Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060924-Sunday Story

    Today, besides cooking pancakes for breakfast, I’ve done nothing but get some much needed rest after lunch of spaghetti and meatballs cooked by Maw. The sky was blue and the air was cool.

    All three of us went to the early morning mass at 07:00AM. There was a Chinese couple sitting behind us who talked too much. Maw was pissed because she couldn’t pray well. So I flicked them off by pretending to scratch my right ear and rear end. People like them should not attend mass if they cannot shut the ‘pluck’ up.

    Um, yeah! I’m trying not to be prejudice by being some behaved robot. But I do not have to be nice all the time. What is not nice are Brat and that Chinese girlfriend of his. Both came over sometime during my long nap in the afternoon. According to Maw, they didn’t seem to care to about the people of the household and proceeded to talk to the parakeets instead. They are both rude.

    This shows they only care about each other based on their ‘kayak love’. I do not care for both living together unmarried and prefer Brat to marry a Filipina. Twit is not all that smart and, once again, I do not understand her English. I feel I no longer have a sibling and don’t care if she exists either. If she marries Brat, I won’t recognize her as my ‘sister-in-law.’

    But if they choose love of ‘freedom’ over ‘security,’ their twisted affair is none of my business. Her yawning at the sight of boredom, her refusal to eat the spaghetti and meatball cooked by Maw, and his accusing us for not informing him of Maws emergency check in at the hospital from 11:15AM to 03:15PM yesterday all show how stupid a couple they are for lacking manners.

    By the way, if her culture requires ‘her’ side to pay double the cost of ‘his’ side, my bio-units should have 100K by now. We could hold that over her head forever and torture both for closing the doors many on us in the first place. They should move far away and from our lives: Out of state, on the other side of the planet or off the planet is by far a better option.

    Also, Twit (in her attempt to be ‘nice’) picked the red peppers growing out front without Maws permission. Stupid ‘idioms’ is so freaking clueless! But Maw couldn’t tell her to stop because it was too late.

    What kind of training did Twit get from her ‘tradition’ and from the educational system here? Don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you. G*d-d@mn! Why does love have to be this blind?!

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    Sunday September 24, 2006 – 09:38pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060921-Ice Scream!

    I scream for ice cream and had a double dose of chocolate bars this afternoon. One was the chocolate almond version and I had given one to the auditor after the one hour 404 compliance crap. She liked chocolate ice cream and as a rule we users need to be nice to auditors. I did a good deed today.

    So downstairs I went to get the goodies for both of us and I spotted a billboard full of pictures. I see that these are the pictures taken during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage. I saw my picture and my co-workers like the one.

    I, however, could have used more makeup (to cover my adult acne/pimple problems), a nose job (because the bridge of my nose is nowhere in sight) and eye surgery (to allow me to see without my glasses).

    I ate my first ice cream and remembered there were two more pictures that I could claim as my own. So back downstairs I went to look for the pictures and get my second helping of delicious chocolate ice cream bar. And I found only the second picture. This one showed me in the center with the CEO/founder to my left and the temp who no longer works with us on the bottom right.

    The CEO/founder is of course an very dark skinned Asian – more specifically South Asian Indians (which has nothing to do with American Indians because they are on either side of the world). Any way both of us were wearing dark shades and we looked cool together. The temp was covered up by the letters of the postcard unfortunately.

    Both pictures are now proudly displayed on my cubicle wall. This is finally a testament to my hard work at this company. I have given my blood (never!), sweat (stinky) and tears (whatever) for over three and three-fourth years. Maybe another two years should be enough when I qualify for all those stock options.

    I ate my second ice cream bar and felt sick and had to wash down the sweetness with hot coffee and milk. I usually do not put sweetener into the coffee because the stuff is already nasty enough. Then I continued to work diligently until I arrived home at 05:30PM.

    There is little else to add to this blog because the current time is 06:34PM as I rush before dinner is served. The air is cooler now thanks in part to the vertical fan blowing my heat from the left. The wind is blowing the trees as I view the setting sun from the upstairs computer room.

    I should have brought my pictures home and scanned those to share with my public. Yeah!

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    Thursday September 21, 2006 – 06:35pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060918-Bored Again

    The current time is 08:12PM and the air feels warm. I don’t like warm and have the fan oscillating around to cool me. Work was done. Dinner was eaten. And the dishes were completed after delivering two of three pizzas to Brat in exchange for two peaches and a plastic container of red grapes from Twit.

    During dinner, I’ve learned that ‘Liar Lunatic’ has been told by Maw that ‘Liar Lunatic’ is no longer her friend. The liar drove to our house and had been greeted by Maw’s screaming from her doorstep. The liar sobbed and shed her crocodile tears and claimed she meant no harm when she Maw was needed as a crying towel of problems. I told Maw don’t believe her anyone and avoid associating with her likes.

    We have learned last week that a relative, ‘Hell-Lie’ has died from lung cancer as big as a fist and probably from exposure to working the assembly line in the electronics industry. The biggest lie was presented during the relative’s funeral. ‘Liar Lunatic’ believed the deceased ‘Hell-Lie’ was a summa cum laude graduate of the prestigious University of the Philippines.

    If ‘Liar Lunatic’ was indeed smart, she should have been more prepared and not have been transferred to this charity hospital where she later died. Or at least she could display her diploma somewhere as ‘proof’ of her hard work to earn an accounting degree. We did not attend the old hag’s funeral due to this bio-units feud. The old town folks already warned that she was too aggressive for my more docile but deceased uncle.

    The only one who cried was the youngest daughter, ‘Anal-Yen’ who took care of the mother (and perhaps other paper works to secure her future of one house in Las Vegas and another in south San Jose). I am not surprised to learn that the grandchildren did not cry since we all know how mean and nasty the old hag was during their growing years. I’m not much into eulogy but the old hag needs to be forgiven no matter what.

    By the way, I did see a white butterfly hovering outside my bedroom window around 09:38AM on Sunday, 09-17-2006 while I was putting on the freshly laundered bed sheets. I remembered my other relative in the Philippines getting a visit from a similar white butterfly, which hovered around her head. She said that was my docile but deceased uncle. Come to think of it, this butterfly may have been that old hag, ‘Hell-Lie’. I wish her a good journey wherever that may be, of course.

    P.S. Bored again sounds similar to born again. But this has nothing to do with Christians.’ I happen to be bored and then thought I could blog about the afterlife in the form of white butterflies. The old town folks claim these are souls.

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    Monday September 18, 2006 – 08:38pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060917-Small Critters

    I love eating spinach and anything crunchy like popcorn. I remember watching a cartoon character who got strong from eating spinach. Once again, the AIDS epidemic and other prevalent cancers and diseases are by far higher than the examples of health concerns presented by the news media recently.

    Let’s see. This time it’s E.coli bacteria. This E.coli bacteria is supposed to be normally found in the gastrointestinal tract. I could only assume the same people being hospitalized have eaten their own crap. Some speculate the water is the cause. Perhaps, this is another attempt to make people stay home and cook their own meals for once. Cooking at home would save hard workers from spending money by not eating out.

    Today, we spent around 20.00USD notes on breakfast at Denny’s restaurant when we could have prepared ours at home for pennies. For example, in one eating: our eighteen eggs worth one dollars notes is scrambled at 0.20USD for four eggs and one bag of ground coffee worth 7.00USD notes is brewed at 0.20USD for four cups of coffee. Eating at home allows us to control the ingredients and cleanliness of our foodstuff prior to ingestion.

    Let’s see. There is Listeria microbes found on cold cuts, hot dogs, sausages, sliced ham, turkey, or chicken. On Friday, August 18, 2006 the FDA approved the spraying of viruses as a food additive on the foodstuff we eat. Does this mean we should stop buying those tasty and salty ready-to-eat processed meat for our lunch meals via our deli stores?

    Let’s see. There is the Bird Flu virus that affects poultry in Asian countries and south-eastern Europe. This goes to show that the live birds do not need to suffer inhumanely in cramped cages or unsanitary conditions while waiting for buyers to mercifully turn these birds into tasty edible parts for dinner.

    Let’s see. There is West Nile virus is transmitted by a culex mosquito. This goes to show that these nasty critters could be controlled when responsible citizens take proactive solution and hose stagnant water lying around their properties or properly dispose of any left over junkyard items, such as tires.

    Let’s see. I remember the 1980’s Mediterranean Fruit flies in California and how planes flew over and sprayed our neighborhood weekly and for months. The Malathion smelled horribly through our non-airtight, aluminum windows and then Mom got respiratory illness afterward. Go figure!

    No matter how big the world happens to be there are smaller critters that seem to plague us in the air we breathe, the water we drink and food we eat. I believe we all need to respect nature and switch to organic and kosher foods.

    This means no more inhuman treatment of animals by caging, shocking or boiling even while alive. Our foodstuff should not include hormones, antibiotics, pesticides or food additives either. We should get rid of those frozen foods and eliminate the microwaves too. Oh look! I’m glowing! (zzzztttt).

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    Sunday September 17, 2006 – 06:10pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060911-Burp Bored

    The current time is 1950 (PT) and I’ve eaten too much – one chocolate muffin with a tall glass of organic milk prior to dinner with another tall glass of water. Burping indicates that my tummy has had its fill and I should stop eating.

    But do I stop eating when I feel full? No! Do I step away from the computer to avoid EMR? No! This means I do not follow my own words and expect others to do the opposite of whatever messages I happen to have entered into my blogs thus far.

    Burp! This is my answer for today’s remembrance of a certain September event years ago. Today, I was too busy at work trying to catch up from last Friday and too busy to care if the event ever happened.

    I should feel more sympathy for those who lost their lives but remembered being more angry at that time years ago. I am still angry and for good reasons. I wanted my freedom from working too hard but that ideal has eluded me up to this point in time.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060907-BLT Sandwich

    Latest news: Flynn’s green boogers picked fresh from within the recesses of her congested nasal passages. Boogers have been flung deftly all over the place – on the walls, on the floor and, yes, in kitty’s dish. Wait there’s more! Boogers taste good and are quite salty. Try some while it lasts. Stay tuned for more!

    Hey: Look, here, people! Don’t I have the right to laugh at my joke about the boogers? The real humors are is these latest stories of this ‘oh, drama but laughing tool’ via the mass media regarding another attempt to pick, prod and play with your memory cells residing within your gray matter, or the brain, which is encased in your thick skulls.

    Once again, I had expected something like the sudden appearance of this ‘OBLT ‘ to pop up and present itself like a hemorrhoid that would never heal as with the psyche of those affected by a certain September event some years ago. People need to pray for forgiveness, heal their hearts and try not be tormented with these newsworthy nonsense.

    At around 2323 (Pacific Time), I had experienced another temporary flare-up. This was made possible, not in part because of the ‘OBLT,’ but due to of the almighty effects from a tall glass of organic milk coupled with a good zapping session of about one hour at the base of my tail bone.

    This means I’ve eaten too much good food stuff lately to have made a big dump earlier. So the choice is yours: Either sit in front of the televised programming (or whatever media happens to be available) or stand in line to at your local greasy food place. Either ingest the stinking garbage or digest the delicious BLT (or bacon, lettuce and tomato) sandwich.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060902-Shopping Saturday

    The time is currently 15:22 (Pacific Time). We have arrived from shopping at our local mall. We traveled southbound 880 to a popular mall and briefly looked around for any sale and found those were priced too high for us. Lunch was taken with the two-entree plates, three tap waters; two veggie rolls and two fortune cookies. My fortune read something like: You will be a guest by a royal host.

    I did meet someone who was supposed to be second in line many years ago and I wonder if this fortune means anything to me in the near future. Perhaps this message is a signal that I may once again meet with my friends from abroad and maybe that Yahoo! chatter,  who found me online. But fortune cookies are meant for entertainment purposes, right?

    So my parents and I walked slowly towards the second floor parking lot towards our next mall destination. The beater car took us towards southbound 680 and then southbound 101. We met the traffic at the exit where the second mall is located but I decided to make a right exit and a U-turn at the second traffic intersection.

    So for another one and a half hour, Mom and I did shop for bargains. She got around 70.00US notes worth of pants marked down at over fifty (50) percent; while I spent 40.00US notes for two more pairs of denim jeans. I happen to prefer cotton and denim jeans are part of my wardrobe.

    The other two pairs of jeans purchased after the baseball game last Wednesday, 08/30/2006 were wonderfully priced at 14.00USD and 10.00USD. But both were horribly loose at the waistline. At work yesterday, I had to use two safety pins to keep the darker pair from sliding off my second hip, which is the widest part of female hip. The looseness was one fist bigger.

    All four pairs are currently being washed in hot water. This is to further shrink the loose fitting. My lighter jeans from years ago are those lighter ones back in the 80’s. They happen to be baggy for my poor circulation while sitting down at work the whole day. The sizes are fourteen (14) for my once wider hips and petite for my shorter legs.

    BUT, due to recent nefarious and malodorous activities with the fear mongers from abroad and online, my jeans size have dropped down to its ‘normal’ ten (10) petite. The newest technology of stretch denim jeans allows enough room for movement yet tight enough to show off my slender look with rounded derriere.

    I can’t wait to see how much shrinkage the two pairs at twelve (12) petite jeans compare with my newest purchase at ten (10) petite. I am short but with high heals I look taller. It’s my short legs combined with a long torso that has been a challenge for finding the right clothes to wear.

    The day overall has been sunny with blue skies and I saw maybe one noticeable wispy clouds in the sky. Yesterday had lots of wispy clouds. The blue beam at the ranch about one quarter mile away from my house shined skyward at night again and perhaps to mark the ‘celebration’ of Labor Day weekend for us hard-working underlings.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060831-Which One?

    Oil doesn’t mix well with water and for good reason. If oil and water did mix, the water breathers would suffer and die. Oil spills do much damage to nature on the surface because the dark coating not only makes the tourist spots look bad but makes the habitants suffer and die. The clean up is expensive, by the way. The recover is slow too.

    The fumes of nasty stuff from both smoke stacks and automobiles pollute the air. This makes life difficult for the air breathers, especially those with asthma. Smog coating the blue skies with brownish muck doesn’t look good either. The products from petroleum in the form of plastic, solvents, fertilizers and pesticides do seem toxic if ingested.

    Radioactive material, moreover, is not a basic foodstuff value. I wonder why anyone would bother coming near the stuff and know the damage is possible or promote radiation as a fear factor. Isn’t already expensive enough trying to extract oil and manufacture material, which harm our environment and us? Come on! Duh!  Where else would we all go? Duh!

    Briefly, I would prefer water anytime. This is because we quench our thirst with water, bathe our stink away and provide a source of life to plants and animal. Once again (you freaking yet smart and wise numskulls) already know that there are alternative AND free sources of energy. I do not understand why we continue to avoid the laws of nature at all cost.  What exactly is the cost, huh?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060831-Popular Poop

    I am currently feeling very much pain in my neck, right elbow and more noticeably in my right wrist. This newest torment has been since 17:00 (Pacific Time) yesterday on Thursday, 08-30-2006. I do not understand why this has happened to me.

    I have ingested two pain-killers this morning and the effects have begun to wear off around mid-afternoon. But I continued to work diligently with the pain until 18:00 (Pacific Time) tonight to catch up on work that I missed from yesterday. I did most to the cash receipts entries and I expressed how the company is killing me to my associate who called me.

    I found out that my reporting ‘manager’ will be leaving next pay period. This is the third ‘manager’ that has bailed out on me and my department. I must stink to have scared them away. One of the three ‘managers’ remained for another department. I must leave this company because I feel all alone again here. I do not belong in this box either.

    Yesterday, the Finance department of my company attended a baseball game at Oakland, CA. One of the temps drove four of us and we ate at the restaurant using our 20.00US bogus bucks (each) to pay for the meal. My half eaten hamburger was wasted due to being full from eating the mounds of garlic fries. Yum!

    I thought I wanted to take the leftovers home because my mindset is not to waste whatever food we have been blessed. But since they do not have a nice plastic or paper bag to use, I was forced to leave the foodstuff behind. I feel bad but was happy after having drunk one ‘Bloody Mary’ with mild spice.

    I do not like the taste of this first kind of drink and instead could have had a V-8, which is tomato drink with lots of salty taste. The vodka in the drink did not do much to make me feel any better after having been put through the ringers one last time earlier that same morning. I was louder than normal maybe because the place was noisy and I wanted to be heard for once and from my soft voice. I later bought Fosters beer to drink while watching the baseball game.

    I spent twenty minutes on the surprise call on my cell phone to renew my contract and ended up agreeing to try out this free one for 30-days and for a guaranteed, full refund if not satisfied. I will give this new one to my parents for emergency purposes because my original but bulky cell phone has a nice camera that still works. I should buy a ceramic dot to place on their new cell phone to reduce the EMF.

    Ever notice how hot the cell phones get while using it near the ear holes? I do not use my cell phone much because of the emanating heat, expensive usage if I go over my minutes and, well, no one really knows me or care to call since I am a private person. Moreover, phones make me nervous and I avoid those whenever possible.

    We watched four and a half innings – two innings while eating lunch and two innings while baking under the sweltering heat of the sun. I did see two high trails but those disappeared easily. There were two light planes and one noisy helicopter. Dragonflies of about at least three were dancing in front my line of vision. With my mini-binoculars on hand, those handsome baseball players made my viewing more enjoyable.

    We didn’t stay for the rest of the innings and told the tall manager, who arranged the event, that we were going shopping. I bought two new pairs of denim jeans of darker color because I lost one pants size due having too much on my mind; one grand Tangerine juice drink; one Ethos bottled water; and lost my expensive shades. My head nodded to sleep in the car while going southbound 880 and couldn’t sleep well later on at night due to the pain.

    So at 19:21 (Pacific Time) tonight, I heard the wailing of the fire trucks sounding about two blocks away at the railroad intersection of my road. There was intermittent howling but now has stopped. It is now 19:25 (Pacific Time) and a bunch of low riding Asians marked my writer’s solitude with their racing down my road again.

    Earlier around 18:30 (Pacific Time) tonight and while driving my usual route home bound, my ‘watchers’ pulled from their parked position. This time a paddy wagon of black and white happened to be my local police department. I am amazed how easy they work together to follow me around in my gray Ford Mustang. (‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida didn’t know what a Stang was; so that means he is not Americanized).

    I do not mind being watched by the cutest guys as long as I am not harmed by them.  I do not understand, however, why some co-workers continue to touch me in their friendly manner, such as patting my back or placing their hand on my arm. I feel that they mean no harm but my person is off limits! Cooties to you all, I say! Yuck!

    My purpose is to share who I am with the rest of world based on my reality as a simple person and novice writer and while I am still alive to know what happiness and love are from all walks of life. I know my blogs have been profiled because I met some characters over the years. (I will blog more of my time line later on). But for now, I must tend to my mysterious pain of my right arm areas continue to bother me. Ooo! Ouch! Oow!

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    Thursday August 31, 2006 – 08:05pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060829-Pie Peace

    What would I have to do to obtain a piece of mind? I would prefer certain predatory parasites (that I met via Yahoo! chatting many years ago) from calling and hounding me. I would love to be far, far away from them as much as possible and live my life in relative peace.

    Remember I mentioned in one of my now deleted blogs about giving away my miserable, hard-earned 20.00USD note to this homeless lady hanging around my local bank? Well, she asked me, ‘What is peace?’ Being not very quick-witted, I answered her: ‘Duh. Happiness is peace.’ I have not an idea in my head as I looked up at the blue sky for the stupid answer.

    Back to the pathetic pods, who do not understand my silent treatment by not returning their phone calls or leaving my written requests to stop bothering me. These pains in the pie holes should realize I could take much needed action towards, say, justice.

    I refuse to be fooled. I am frustrated and disappointed. And I hate them all for what they are capable of doing to us poor folks! Perhaps I need to calm down with a piece of delicious sweet potato pie! I’ve not tried one because I can’t afford to feed myself.

    I suppose eating any piece pie would help encourage me to be more positive. Let’s see. I love custard pie, especially anything chocolate or coconut and anything white, fluffy, whipped cream topped with those colorful sprinkles as eye candy, and sometimes those chicken pot pies.

    Ooo! Ooo! Um, yeah. I guess I’ve no more vital data about my boring and simple life to add to this blog while I am still alive. Please share whatever pieces of pie that may come your way. Others like me are waiting for the long and overdue happiness that comes with sinking one’s teeth into any scrumptious foodstuff – like pie!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.