Tag: myThoughts

After doctor told me of my fatty liver earlier this week, understood why spasms under and behind right rib cage. Had lots of bubbles in my urine part two days. Don’t even drink alcohol because of my medications.

Used to eat Westernized snacks during childhood. Sense of taste and smell diminished. Not excited to eat. Nutrisystem allows me to focus on getting better, though not feeling any better. My liver hurts.

Not into fruits. Hits my system too fast and hard. Have failed other self-diet regimes. Need a chef/butler/trainer. Wants reason to exist in this damn humanized meat sack.

Before I got really sick, was loosing appetite. When I see pictures of delicious food, apathetic. Don’t care for eating anymore. Just forcing myself to live for the damn Lord.

Damn guitar tuner didn’t seem to work, thought it required the internet! Duh! So slow! Couldn’t register my soft voice while rehearsing.

Alas, my eye candy is gone from my heart and mind. Must be someone/where else, huh. Wonder what damn surprises the Lord has in store for me/my fate.

Definitely sang better if LOUD, like a rock star. Not into controlled choral music because can’t breathe singing softly. Too boring, soothing, calm, like smooth jazz during evenings. Hehe.

Noticed damn microphone near, right side of parish organ. Good to know certain people know what I like. Too bad I can’t get what I WANT!

Keyboard at parish too hard! Can’t show off on damn planks! Not baby grand soft! Getting pissed off about sheet music falling off without binder clip!

Has old thought regarding choir. Must focus in Praising and Glorifying only the Lord once a week. Maybe might sing/sound better if “heart” into this simple truth. However, ends up I come home to crap, my daily bread. Ironic, eh? Such is this hellish planet. 50-50 deal, catch 22, no-win situation. Last laugh always on antagonist. Poking us with red-colored, coal-hot, pitch fork of perdition for eternity.

Bitch: “My nails are long and are still soft from my shower.” Whatever! She always demands her way. It’s hard to see during nite; whereas tomorrow is daytime and I could apply nail polish too. Now I understand why my cousin Chill keeps saying “No” to her equally demanding mother. Now the Pawtoid is FORCED to cut the old fart’s nails! The old guys from our church complain of the same thing from their wives! WTF are these Flips so cheap! Can’t they go to the nail salon and spend their money, even on prescription medications for their nuttiness?!

So kids. When you reach 18-19-20-21 years of age, move TF out of the house or you’ll end up on the nag stick of perdition! Quickly anon! Do so and do not regret or turn back, even if you are living pay check to pay check. At least you won’t be responsible (too much) for hurt feelings. That’s why there are senior living assistance and the almighty NURSING HOMES for the difficult ones! Hurry now!

Like Maw this evening, had a thought this morning about ungrateful relatives who mysteriously disown us and about Junior and Lindtoid only inviting us once to their house for the past seven years. Perhaps TPTB and pals could teach these fools more hard lessons for their offensive egos. Thanks.