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I give CVS/pharmacy a “five-star” for giving six emergency tablets on an expired prescription medication, which “Requires An Authorization”.

I called the automated system to refill this expired prescription medication but the expected fill time will be this Wednesday.

But since we couldn’t wait, Maw personally talked to the pharmacist, who said to bring the prescription bottle, in which they placed the six emergency pills.

So, Paw was wondering if the automatic refill feature for current prescription medications could extend to those expired prescription medications that “Require An Authorization”.

This morning’s exercise taught me to be alert to these priorities. But since stupid humans like me are imperfect and tend to forget for whatever reasons, it would be nice if TBTP and pals could fix this area, too. It would help bypass the trouble of picking up the phone and trying to figure out hire to best handle an empty bottle of heart pills.

Rev. Al Sharpton said: “What have we learned?” We counted 14 “white people” and 2 “black people” as regulars of the new SNL show.

I learned that NYC is mostly controlled by “white people” and lots of them, especially if they cross-dress, get “lucky breaks” on shows like SNL.

Paw took the opportunity to annoy me from behind while I shut-down the laptop/he got snacks for his evening medicines: “They’re destroying Obama!”

He let out a single snicker, mockingly emphasizing that he is never wrong/in control, and got the upper hand.

I’ve been blasting the creepy/demonic entity visually and had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing into his direction, specifically his nasty/possessive pie-hole.

He gagged several times while ingesting his food as I continued to banish the sulphuric smell. I’ve blasted him earlier while he made uncontrollable hacking noises in his bathroom sink.

I’ve been patient this long and have been blasting Lolinda. No longer do I have confidence in America, its system, or religion. This is war and I’ll have to do something to stop the pie-holes of these stupid Filipinos!

Was browsing my Tumblr.com account while taking a long-overdue crap on the toilet. Had a “squee” experience with the cute sloths as a “Trending Tag”.

My thought was that ALL animals not meant to be domesticated (or sold/bred by evil profiteers) as pets must be taken cared of by professional stewards because dummies like me will fail to maximize the care and treatment of these critters.

For example, Paw is more of a landscaper but fails to be a sensitive/connected gardener. Maw noticed her plants looked withered and she promptly watered them; while Paw prefers to walk around outdoors and water the plants only once a week!

The same goes to pet owners. Some own/possess/domesticate/breed animals but many fail to connect with these sentient beings as family pets.

Yeah, so while these “squee” moments pull at our hearts strings, these animals are like people, only most of us cannot understand their needs/languages. We humans are failures!

Received letter (SCD 50 (E/S)-10/09) from Santa Clara | Social Services Agency | Benefits Service Center.

They verified all information, except California Residency and income.

They need my current address by a copy of my “current driver’s license with address, utility bill, vehicle registration or even a bank statement”.

They also need “proof that previous received income from what [I] filed taxes on part year”.

I have by the symbolic due date of 11/11/13 to “return the requested verification via the enclosed self-stamped envelope”, or email my verifications.

But I’m hesitant to contact the office because I would rather buy a private healthcare insurance, which is NOT AFFORDABLE! I’ve a feeling that if I sign-up for government subsistence that I’ll be FORCED to comply with their mandated/unwanted/unnecessary tests and such.

For example, Medicare requires/forces/mandates female beneficiaries to undergo mammograms, although Maw’s family has NO family history of cancer! This is really stupid and invasive.

Truly, America is evil incarnate. I wonder if Obama and pals can fix America to FORCE their millions of men to take contraceptives as a qualifier for benefits and share in the responsibilities of making babies! Why allow only women ruin their bodies with pills?

To the Boss:

Last week, I saw the flutist briefly kneel down and left prior to the start of morning mass.

This was the following day after the sixteen year old, whose birthday fell on Friday two weeks ago, emailed me for the November R&A, knowing full well she doesn’t cantor!

Then your substitute emailed me that he needed copies of the Keyboard Accompaniment for the November line of music.

Now I don’t know WTF is going on with you people. I expected y’all to download your copies within a short frame of time.

I had cleaned up the shared folder, thinking no one else needed these copyrighted files, except your substitute.

I included scanned copies of the “copyright notices” because y’all are too damn cheap to get your own copies!

The girl then emailed me again claiming she couldn’t see the .pdf file, which I emailed the direct link to her.

Neither her nor your damn substitute replied in kind. Y’all are so fucking messed up. The brutal audience noticed the group to be more behaved without your Mom.

Huh,

Flynn…

To the Boss:

While waiting in the MB E430, your Mom came out of Valerio to greet and hug me. She asked how I’m doing, if I got her three text messages, and if I’m going next Saturday to your sister’s party.

I told her we will think about it, that it is too late and too dark for my eyesight, that I could carpool with other members of the choir. Honestly, count me out, dammit!

During the conversation with Ching and Chuck, the twosome declined the invitation and said they won’t attend tonight’s mass because we already attended this morning’s benediction.

Further, Chuck would rather live in Italy than take care of your siste’s upcoming kids. I don’t blame the sentiments of parents from this generation over the ungratefulness of their spoiled kids. At least he’s honest.

Huh,

Flynn…

So this televised commercial keeps showing islands and buying Belize. I keep joking about how wonderful that would be if only pirates won’t “visit” those places.

Somewhere in the opening segment of the commercial, there is a lovely couple walking hand-in-hand along the beach. The fat, fugly guy has to be the millionaire because the skinny, long-haired whore can’t possibly compete with someone else, who could have been handsome/more fit.

To the Boss:

I really hate going to church because of my belief system! In the first place, I’m NOT a “people-person”, too. I could barely stand being next to anyone, let alone your Mom. But because of these two unimpressive old farts, I’m obliged to attend mass until I’m good and dead! God must hate me!

At 1005 AM, your Mom sent a text to me about inviting the three of us to a party next Saturday evening. I can’t go alone to represent my family because I don’t drive well in the dark. My eyesight has been terrible lately – lots of glare through my eyeglasses and the car’s windshield.

At 1514 PM, your Mom sent a text to me about wearing the robe and inquiring about the “line up” of music. I skipped tonight’s choir because we already attended the eight o’clock mass this morning and the twosome did NOT want me to join for whatever reason! Plus, I felt that she could have asked you instead of using me.

At 2223 PM, your Mom sent a text to me about seeing me this Sunday mass. I really wanted to disappear altogether. I’m NOT going to show up Saturday evening because we will attend the eight o’clock mass tomorrow morning to complete the Benediction, in which the Adoration is 24-hours in the Chapel.

Just so you know, I noticed the loudest member of that group and his wife, heck, most of YOUR relatives have been “ignoring” me. I would turn around to “peace with the fuckers” and there would be no direct eye contact. Y’all are so fucking weird. I’m sick of your kinds. Count me out, dammit!

Huh,

Flynn…

P.S. Assholes…

After reading one of Kenny boy’s “Latest Articles” on how Halloween is a Satanic Christmas, I can’t help but wonder if my bio-units are “real”. While traveling home-bound from this morning’s mass, Maw argued that the reason why a mass was held last night on Halloween was because lots of people would have attended/crowded the following day, which was today, Friday, Nov. 1, 2013 – All Saint’s Day.

But I tried talking LOUDER over her stupidity and profound refusal to hear me of how Halloween is Pagan and should NOT be celebrated by us Christians. But she insisted that once people become American citizens, they should leave their old cultural heritages behind and assimilate with American values, such as trick-or-treat of passing out candies to children/adults dressed in costumes of either normal, same-sex attire or scary, demonic gender-bending kinds.

I really disown her. I wanted to attend evening mass to avoid passing out candy/celebrating this outmoded tradition. I never really dressed up for Halloween after my childhood. And thank goodness, I’ve never attended any Halloween party during my adult days. Today, Auntie Norma did NOT dare answer her door for fear of thugs coming into her small apartment dwelling. That was the same fear the Squirrel had last night for he brought over his firearm, just in case…

Today was yet another busy one. After Paw harvested and Maw dehydrated permission fruits, we traveled up north (East Bay) to deliver bags of these fruits to our relatives. Prior to take-off, I helped dial-out to Auntie Malou, who complained about her rheumatoid arthritis and autoimmune treatments, and then to Uncle Rudy, who already told day he has persimmon fruits and chayote squash, and then to Auntie Norma, who was waiting for Uncle Edong to drive/visit the graves of their parents later on during lunch today.

At 1100 am, we headed out. The first stop was Auntie Norma, who gave us one bag of Bong-Jing’s delicious veggie egg-rolls to deep-fry later on and a recycled gift tote of RECYCLED goodies – two Crunch slabs of mini-chocolate bars, one box of Twin Dragon Almond Cookies, and one “Dried Green Mangoes” from Profood International Corp. Maw stayed in the car and SLEPT while Paw and I delivered the bags to her. Of course, I made Maw step out of the car; and so both hollered their greetings from afar. The old lady didn’t recognize my colored hair and was hesitant to open the front door to me initially. My bad!

Our next pit-stop was Uncle Rudy. He’s nasty and kept spitting into the front bush off the empty/right side. He evaded our glances and refused to return our hugs. To to cousin Shill, your mother Ching is correct – DO NOT HUG – these entities! His pock-marked face is still give me the creeps and reminds me of a demon. All he did was brag about being in the KofC (of which I took five photos, which are now being uploaded into my online/paid cloud accounts) and the choir, which he admitted to NOT being able to sing but just to fill-in the empty spots! This reminds me of our main choir! OMG! I know now why Ruchille has a baby-sitter, whom I though was the grandmother of the 4 year old boy! That living arrangement gives me the creeps – you know, Babe working well into her 72 years while the husband and her are alone?! His elder sister is in school. And Rod was going to visit later on but we left.

Then at around 1511 pm, we came home to a screaming match with psycho-divorced nutter. To the SJPD, do NOT doubt me. I will continue to log these incidences and expect the NSA to take heed with regards to these entities, who may snap and do my family and moi harm. And well, that’s NOT nice! Alright? Good!

To TBTP/Obama and pals:

You better fix Obamacare to FORCE known psychos to take their medicines AND lock them up in a facility!

At 1511, the psycho divorced nutter, Lolinda (55 years old), checked her mailbox, made directly eye contact with moi as I emerged from Paw’s MB E430, and screamed “FUCK YOU”.

As she quickly walked back to her opened car garage, she mumbled/was about to say aloud that her husband was “missing” or breaking a Commandment by falsely accusing me of having an affair with an ILLEGAL ALIEN.

Of course, I screamed VERY loudly with my current choir volume four times “PSYCHO” (thrice initially in a row followed by “TAKE YOUR MEDICINE”)!

As we removed out Halloween decorations out front, Maw saw the daughter haul the psycho from the mailbox and back into the house.

Y’all can check out this demonic activity via our DVR unit (ADT Video Surveillance) with our full/expressed permission/consent. Y’all will see Paw checking his mailbox and Maw checking the shared chain-link fence.

Thanks chumps,

Flynn…

At around 2100 pm, the ghosts and goblins, well, cute kids in their non-scary costumes stopped going from door-to-door. Around 53, similar to last year. Used to be around 70 years ago.

Was massaging the Squirrel’s “runner’s muscle” for about an hour. A segment of muscle band was tight as a plank! I felt two disc-shaped injuries, which an orthopedic specialist must diagnose! He might have sleep apnea because of his bad dreams. Have texted him and hopefully he will make use of his health insurance to “help” his human form.

The night went well as I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing behind Maw’s noisy Halloween display, across from the front door. We were down to our last bag of chip and still have lots of candies left-over. Interestingly/symbolically, the last blue-colorded bag of chips was something with the word “Sun”.

When I’d hear Maw announce there was sounds from the front door, I would stop my massage session, run to the front door, scream “customers”, turn on Maw’s noise maker, step on a padded noise maker on the floor, unlock the top bolt lock, and greet the treaters Happy Halloween.

I really want to attend evening masses going forward. But because the stubborn old timers are so used to passing out candies, I’m stuck doing this old tradition, though Pagan, we as Christians still enjoy celebrating.