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At 1220 pm and after putting away the grocery from DeCA, I’m able to escape the damn house-wife’s meme of Maw downstairs and quickly blog upstairs about today’s event.

To the Boss:

I’m stressing out! What part of “no” does your Mom NOT understand? Can’t I have at least one day/weekend time-off/break? I’m already burning out just committing myself to two groups and I just don’t feel comfortable standing next to a kid and letting her Mom accompany us.

I really want to avoid your Mom’s “confidential” conversation/gossip/whatever. I really just want to sing but I can’t refuse her “kindness” without hurting her feelings and at the same time getting sick to my stomach. I’m not feeling well and my sleep is not great recently. I don’t know. Whatever.

It may be this alleged “beta” programming (which I borrowed/stole online), just like the twit wifey, to agree and never refuse any good opportunity in the hopes, I guess, to avoid controversy. I don’t understand why I feel so strongly about being notified in such a manner. I must be picking up residual emotions that is in conflict with my understanding.

I hope y’all can do without me because y’all have been singing/know each other longer than me and I feel like a total outsider/stranger, seriously. It’s like being left out and being used as a damn plug to keep “normalcy” and appearance up. I’m sensitive to those around me and some personalities are NOT friendly. I take it hard, I guess.

Anyway, could you please tell her to stop bothering me unnecessarily via phone calls, emails, text messages? I really don’t like talking on the phone, which is why I don’t return her phone calls, because my verbal skills, well, sucks and I can’t answer/hear fast/properly enough. I’ll get “talker’s block” or “brain-freeze” when I’m unsure how to answer any inquiry. Plus, the reception on her iPhone is VERY poor and I’ll misunderstand the conversation.

Thanks,

Flynn…

At around 0922, two male workers (blue overalls, dark shades) parked in front/on the far right lane of the Mountain View, CA (I think and am not sure) fire station and they removed several new/bright/orange construction cones from behind their white utility vehicle. This was done when we were the fourth to third coming from behind. As soon as they saw our sea-foam colored Mazda Protégé, they paused with the orange cones in their hands, looked up, and gazed directly at our vehicle! I kid you not (a la “El Rushbeau’s” sound-bite)!

At around 0924, I was waiting inside the car for the twosome while trying to enter this blog/save this draft. At around this same time, the Mom of the Boss called my smartphone. I was so stressed out that I took out the batteries and slammed the smartphone, battery, and plastic back cover on the front passenger seat in front of me. I was trying to enter this blog and it was a good thing WordPress.com/good internet connection was able to save part of my initial draft from the first paragraph above.

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To the Boss:

Whoo! Whoo! The Lawd has answered my prayers! Like you, I’ve been given the “shaft” by your Mom again via text messages. She is NOT consistent. For example, last Sunday, she wanted to give my parents “Bihon Guisado” and “Buko” but decided to give it to the kids because I ate $3.50 “pancit” as “repayment” for my troubles as cantor thrice. I was starving seriously.

I’m free, free at last! Allelujah! I’m NOT going to show up again with her group! My reason will be: “It’s too much!” Y’all will hear the talented kid scream the R&A LOUDLY this Saturday evening. She has new braces, by the way. I can’t wait to leave the main group eventually. Bahaha!

Thanks,

Flynn…

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To TPTB and pals: Thanks for teaching me about “politics” in religious settings/tax-exempt organizations and how to deal with emotionally disturbed/troubled souls o’plenty. Y’all can take over now and deal with them directly. Huh.

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Been feeling sleepy, more like crashing from not drinking coffee, and probably from drinking warm milk. Refreshing to sleep at least one hour during mid-afternoons. More like not caring to do anything, just waiting for death.

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THERE IS NOTHING TO SEE HERE! MOVE ALONG!

Noticed today’s referrers came from my favorite author’s main website. So, maybe it’s that time again. Huh. The other one is something about “submitting a blog”. OMG! Please! My blog is only supposed to be read by TPTB and pals, not by “low information voters” (a al “El Rushbeau’s” sound-bite)!

So, I’ll assume that the readers are from WordPress.com. Listen folks! Get a life! Get off the computer/internet and breath fresh outdoor air because the indoor air is full of chemicals, like formaldehyde off furniture. It’s unbelievable how two old farts are too involved with crap from the television. Turn off your televisions, too!

Obama speech started and then Maw announced her blood sugar level was 144! That’s a recognizable code! We finished saying prayers to The Sacred Twin Hearts (2nd night). I was visualizing both the mother and son, Con and Ment. Bahaha! It’s the least I could do to unite these troubled toids. Last evening/tonight, Maw cried during the song: “Oh Sacred Heart, O Love Divine”.

I noticed during Saturday mass the emotional response of the Boss through the veins popping out of his forehead before the start of mass: I had my “blond ambition” highlights on my hair done earlier that morning. He came back from the Art & Wine Festival in Mtn. V (a Roman numerical value of five. I didn’t want to spell out the city, of course. Bahaha!); and after the cantor (in which too much vibrato drowned out the words.)

Oh, back to the speech. The old soul let out a chuckle at 1809 and 1811 and 1812 “constructive thoughts”. Something about “flip-flopping” and other stuff. The usual heckler is not listening. She won’t stop talking and eating snacks. Obama is reversing again. Of course, there can be no way to predict the outcome with any diplomatic path 1813 via France, UK, Russia, China. 1814, old soul: “Assad will still be in power.” 1815, “No! We won’t watch those damn videos! They are used to killing each other for thousands of year! Leave them/Syria alone!”

1817. End of speech. Wise cracker: “Baloney! They beat/stone to death their own family. For them they are happy to be a matyr so they’ll get virgins!”

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Wise cracker: “She is using you. Her mind is far away. Something is wrong with her. She is disturbed and doesn’t have anything in her head, except church. Even her son/daughter knows. If he/she really cares, he/she would stay and talk with her. And she is chasing after him as he leaves. Why all of the sudden is she close/nice to you? Where are all the other people she works with? Doesn’t it ring the bell? That tells me when everyone walks out/goes on strike, something is wrong. If she is the only one there, she must have done something that is wrong. You’re NOT getting anything from her group. I know your intention is nice but you’re not wanted/appreciated. She is just sticking you as a cantor to make you happy. There is a disconnection between the Boss and her. Why would I have to tell the “coverage” that they’re in the back? Instead, I saw the Boss sitting alone at the piano and had to tell him that his Mom was at the back. Then he said you people don’t need me when he saw the three of us practicing.”

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Has sadness, that I was being set-up.

I knew he was standing behind us because I saw movement of shadows and the guitarist’s wife was motioning with her left hand for him to shut-up because they were pretending to practice singing while I accompanied the Mom and her.

I’ll like the two groups as long as she is NOT there and mayb if the conductor made everyone happy enough for them to stay/not strike. I think the Boss is not happy because I saw him inhale deeply as if sighing.

If I’m the only one annoying these losers and you assholes don’t like my ideas, y’all won’t get hired at my local parish! Bahaha!

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“Sen Levin: President Obama wants time to check out Syrian plan to turn over weapons.” (Studio B with Shepard Smith/FoxNews)

1211, “Is it possible that we’re being played? [Are we giving away our right to strike when we want?]”

Flynn says: Yes and not really. America is still a “super-power” regardless of the “take-down” of America’s military might/advanced-alien technology by the well-paid journalist of the mainstream media on cable news programming is spewing.

Besides, if America can allow my own neighborhood to be chemsprayed recently in order to control the alleged West Nile Virus (WNV), then I’m not surprised if other leaders/countries/nations/whatever can and will use full force of these alleged “weapons of mass destruction”. This analogy is no different that insecticide/herbicides.

As per the sentiments of the wise cracker for a while (please refer to an old blog, which I’m too lazy to “link-back”: “[Find out what Assad wants, why/if he spewed chemtrails and pals over the Syrians, and how he hopes not to do naughty things ever again!]”

P.S. We have NOT been answering incoming phone calls from the Universal Surveys, The Media Research, or a local organization from the area code 510 (East Bay). Our opinions stand: We don’t like unnecessary wars. This is specially if the evidence does NOT demonstrate such chemicals were used against people – beyond a reasonable doubt.

Last night after choir rehearsal, came home without any incident from that god-damned, divorced psycho nutter. She can die.

Saw Juan’s white van parked on the left-hand side of her driveway before/after I left/arrived.

Saw that her garage was opened/closed when I left/arrived to/from choir rehearsal.

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Definitely, I’ll die from doing office work, just like the Boss. Unfortunately, I don’t fair well in groups because of my deafness and shyness. I know people think I’m a sales clerk. So maybe I could show people stuff and sell it to them, like CD’s of concerts…

But for now, I’ll just stay home and be complacent that the Lawd knows best. After “putting out” for these men, I don’t know what else would happen to me. I’m vulnerable and won’t survive.

My assignment is great. The burden is heavy. My problem is giving answers/meanings to many “thoughts” of assumptions, guesses, speculations. I’ve been warned to stop giving reasons to things I know little to nothing.

I realize that it’s difficult enough trying to “convince” people to awaken and to take notice of the bull-crap of this hellish planet. I’m not succeeding with more stubborn people who refuse to accept other “thoughts” as valid.

Definitely, I’m falling into the cracks and probably will never work for income ever again. I might as well just depend on the “community”, just like any tax-exempt organizations. So if y’all still see me attending daily mass from Monday and Friday and choir rehearsals on Mondays and Thursday, then y’all know I’m broke. It’s my refuge, the asylum among imprisoned souls as “outlined” by my Vedic astrology report.

My favorite head-hunter hasn’t found me anything. Yesterday, I’ve sent a generic email to them but there is no response. The last time I called them, they were working on only “one” assignment up in Fremont. I’ve heard nothing. The other day I intercepted a phone call from them and I’ve heard nothing about an assignment up in Mountain View, CA. Even the research study up in Redwood City, CA didn’t call me back within one to two weeks.

So I’ll stay home and continue to blog while slowly dying from hopelessness…

To the Boss:

I just realized that money speaks! Bahaha! I think you were trying to tell me to back-off because volunteering is NOT worth anything, especially in this economy. I didn’t know you were paid for one year and then mysteriously you started to disappear when I joined her group! Your Mom told me that her group was having a difficult time finding an accompanist. Instead of putting me on a payroll, since I was un/deremployed and needed some income and could have done a better job performing (per the sentiments of two older guys of the group), y’all just hired your own kind. I know y’all trying to save me the headache and stress. But seriously, I’m pissed. So I’ll just sing until I die and go nowhere…