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Dear diary,

I’m taking my break, munching on Cliff Energy Bar from Costco, which is only one minute away from my old home.

My thumbs won’t stop working. It’s my lifeline for y’all. I learned Sunday morning that the Lawd Gawd might be adding more to my plate, but I’m rationalizing that humanz can squander stuff and NOT finish college courses.

In the past week or so, and last night, Mister Mel is becoming seriously injured, but because he’s clueless, he doesn’t know when to stop. So the Lawd Gawd is adding yet another stress factor to my plate.

Last Friday too did not bode well as I’m messing up stuff. I’m stressed out from imperfection. And I knew that one email wasn’t gonna go well, which was why I delayed it three days. So I’m hoping for stress relief if I’m gonna survive the plan of the Lawd Gawd.

For the past few Sundays, the deacon has revealed stuff that seemed directed unto moi. One sermon was about NOT taking the bait. This one was about learning to be there for each other, but I forget exactly my thoughts.

Last Saturday night we attended a choir member’s 18th birthday party. I was enjoying the simplistic event – plastic plates and utensils, dinner buffet, and small dance floor. The DJ played my favorite old school sounds. I was bouncing in my seat. A parishioner was joking, always a joker, and kept my daddy happy.

I gotta go.

Sincerely,

Flynn B letting the Lawd Gawd do the stuff.

Dear diary,

I’ve returned early from lunch and forgot to stop working after walking to the lunch room to refill my mug of French Vanilla.

Without fail, I would rant at my daddy. He’s annoying and I’ll be the dead one first from all the stress of dealing with another elderly folk.

So he serves the usual lunch of boiled frozen vegetables with a small teaspoon of chicken powder soup and meatballs, and leftovers of overly cooked chicken abode, which I only perfected once in my life.

That’s what usually happens. I would perfect something only once, such as cutting my mommy’s hair and cooking one chicken adobo dish.

I’m cursed. So y’all can either pray for me or stay away. As mentioned in my old blog, my presence unhinges humanz to wobble, drop stuff, bump into stuff, and to trip over stuff.

Anyway he served only one tablespoon sized frozen vegetable. I think he’s crazy to try looking like a skeleton. Freaking weird behaviors that he got away doing for many years.

He won’t stop talking about politics and I would always say I don’t care because he won’t ever change his mind. So I told him that we’re eating Cup O Noodles, or I’ll never come back home to this crap.

Sincerely,

Flynn B.

Dear diary,

I’ve been trying to wake up at seven in the morning, that I can eat breakfast and relax. It’s been raining too, and I like it that way

So two days ago, there was a strong downpour before the meeting on calendars and that was after a hilarious incident in which I said I’m not like that.

And so two doses of coffee and little to no hope, I get nothing in return but higher heart rate.

Yesterday I received my CPAP supplies and the nasal mask hurts my nostrils as the tension band secured the device for a well deserved rest.

I’ve been clocking in for seven hours. I think I’ve been waking up two to three hours because of my sleep apnea.

And as for my daddy he’s still able to cook lunches and dinners and I still have to drive him as he refuses to do anything alone and with others. He’s antisocial.

I don’t care anymore. I’m forcing myself to do stuff just to do stuff with meaningless ends.

No,

Flynn B.

Dear diary,

I’m smart! In thirty minutes – ago, I’ve learned how to do a Mail Merge via the MS Word docs. I’ve emailed my cross-trainer and bragged, and requested the FINAL list.

But the line items are 729. So if there is a way to plug the data from the MS Excel .xlsx file into the MS .mdb file, I’ll be a happy kitty cat. Nope, I guess NOT!

The seven fields are: full name, super title, employer name, street address, city, state, zip code+four. So that’s seven fields to Copy and Paste times the 729 school district Members.

I guess the deadline is this Friday, or is it the next Friday?

Sincerely,

Sniffling Flynn B.

For awhile, I have been a subscriber to: CrimeMapping.com | Helping You Build A Safer Community

How I Defined My Alert

What
Arson, Assault, Burglary, Disturbing the Peace, Drugs / Alcohol Violations, DUI, Fraud, Homicide, Motor Vehicle Theft, Robbery, Sex Crimes, Theft / Larceny, Vandalism, Vehicle Break-In / Theft, Weapons

Where
Address here, City here, State here, Zip Code here (2 miles)

Published
Date and time stamp here.

But I do NOT see anything here for a smiling stalker, who would sync her unwanted presence by checking her front mailbox and upon our arrival into our garage.

Hmm. No wonder very few humanz call their local police, because it’s too much stress for all parties. I still need to learn and understand the sheriffs capacity to deliver good service.

Anyway, I’ve been living in USA and I still don’t know everything as a citizen. It’s information overload!

I called back in April, from my mommy’s hospital bed, and hoped for her arrival home without further stress from Respondent.

So far it’s been quiet, after the call and after blogging about saying the banishing prayer during her Saturday backyard activity of harvesting persimmon fruits from the highest bare branches.

I’m at peace but still disturbed that humanz won’t change and the chaos of this hellish planet continues despite prayers.

So I’m disappointed but ever hopeful. I am wondering why I’m actually forty to fifty humanized years in ‘enlightenment’ and appreciation of life and living and how stuff exists.

So that’s why I’m still blogging in Private mode, because I cannot take the stress and I assume the detectives and investigators can do stuff.

Oh yeah! Yesterday I was snooping, knowing Respondent used to work for a district from a public transparency website. And so I typed only the first two letters of the last name, scrolled, and found her SSN!

My heart raced and my stress increased from the sight of her name. ” So can y’all imagine the psychological and emotional toll on my elderly parents more so than unto moi?

I’m never gonna recover but force myself to sing at two volunteer gigs and do my best at this temp job from Hell, while trying to hold my potty mouth against my daddy.

Sigh.

Dear diary,

I knew it! I’d like to take my breaks at ten and three, with lunch at noon. But as expected at temp jobs from Hell, there is work to do, not too much that is short circuit.

Yesterday at 1430 my auntie tried calling twice but I was at work and normally I have my smartphone turned off. As soon as I got home after 1700, I dialed for my daddy who was watching his favorite news channel MSNBC upstairs.

After awhile, I went back upstairs and inquired on the phone call. My auntie had a dream of my mommy at Santa Mesa, an old house in the Philippines. She inquired if the grave, head, or tombstone is completed, so she can visit my mommy.

So I probably had another visitation by my mommy that same night. Two nights ago, I felt something touch my right side hair full of gray, silver, or white. Of course I would be talking aloud to me, myself, and I, along with my mommy.

So yeah I guess we could never leave this earth plane. And I tried to explain to God via my mommy that the Matrix is messed up.

And so I donated to two charities that night and then another one last night, because I have no one left – no children, no grandchildren.

Sincerely,

Flynn B.

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Hilarious. A scrawny dork and a billionaire.

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Yes, yes. I’ve been mumbling the short and long versions at this temp gig from hell which is HQ, located down the road. Within minutes take my lunch at home where my daddy prepares stuff.

I can truly enjoy and relax for one hour, because of the convenience and relaxed and calm attitude with the usual bad and damned outlooks in life.

If y’all heard me ranting from afar, say last night or after midnight, that stuff from 2008 was from EDD the Satanic regime, and now this stuff is similar.

But my sentiment has been from the hard work of my parents, and I do NOT wanna take what I did NOT work from my blood, sweat, and tears.

Oh yeah, last night Dad Squirrel finally sent me text message regarding a co-worker. Do y’all remember your three hands up in the air? Well that stuff might have been sold from his worker and unto moi. And so one girl returned it after finding out and the company filed a report and the guy might be in trouble. Brouhaha! I feel sorry for you and the boys.

So when and if anything happens, y’all should know as the Lawd Gawd creates and knew us all from the beginning.

Of course, I’ll pray, but for whatever reason, I noticed my presence has unhinges these workers who would cross their ankles, trip, and drop stuff.

The HUGE guy has mottling features across his face and I was thinking adrenochome, while walking back to a borrowed desk. I kid y’all NOT!

Dear diary,

I haven’t been blogging because I mentioned prior to setting my personal weblog into private mode, I’ve been busy.

I’m now waiting to be processed and have checked in early by fifteen minutes as instructed. Thanks goodness I estimated correctly the travel and waiting time.

But I’m feeling poopy and gaseous, and I cannot decide if I should hold it some more or wait in sufferings until I’m finished here.

While doing stuff standing up earliet, I had a thought about stuff. And so I was thinking that the guy with the economic gig might have signed up with these Satanic regimes.

It so happens the HQ here might have processed his files. But I’m always assuming, which is typically a reversal of my reality. I’ll have to go way back to 1979 and that should keep my butt busy.

Yesterday my daddy did the gardening as the weather was warm. Prior days have been bone chilling but for two days the sunshine has been full force, bright, and warm.

I’ve been stopping the nonsense with news and found that my nerves are now more calm and relaxed. I’m learning to take my time. But I’m still drinking coffee as a doctor said that’s supposed to help with headaches.

As for my wellbeing, I’m still fat, but strangely I’m feeling less pain and I’m more tolerant of triggers. I guess I have to let go of my bad attitude.

I’m still sending off bad vibes as those nearby me tend to drop stuff or bump into stuff or trip, too. So I try to force a smiley face and happy.

Well I gotta go.

Sincerely,

Flynn B

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Shhh 🤫! Hush up! Y’all know nothing!

That’s why I hung on the words of my supervisor many slong years ago before meeting group one, which was before meeting y’all, herein as known group two or three or whatever.

The old Chinese woman told me that whoever marries me will be a lucky man. I guess that would be JC as a Filipino parishioner gazed up from her chair and told me that: You look like a nun.

So like Kissy mentioned in her post online that God is good, y’all better believe it because I’ve waited too long for nothing.

Eh.

Behold! Numerically synchronization showing 60,333 on the car dashboard.