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.
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.
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.
After morning mass, Fretoid was already waiting near our Benz. In my impatience with the twosome and Myrtoid/Emtoid, I was the unlucky one to speak with the old fart. His son got a speeding ticket (49 on a 25 mph zone) southbound on MY long stretch of road during the two motorcycle stakeout. Bahaha.
Again, Emtoid complained about his orangutan of a wife Myrtoid, who is over ten years his senior! Fred and he probably got a tongue lashing from their mothers, no doubt, for marrying older broads.
Don’t get so cocky, Flynn! Was thinking if I’m “good” enough for RP and GA, then I could cover for 5 PM and 1045 AM masses. Hehe.
Sorta love my new/one/only/hot pink sports bra, which compacts my uneven boobs (similar to Japanese women binding theirs), supports my painful upper spinal, and prevents me from slouching due to lack of confidence of unevenness.
Finished ironing about two dozen of Maw’s slacks and camp shirts with my less dominant/left hand. Will now read my Nutrisystem diet regime quickly because I get impatient/have too much adrenaline, too, which could be the steroids from the medicine of the Boss.
~1500, got me my box of Nutrisystem. Will start diet regime diet dinner tonight! Lost three pounds of water last night after taking diuretic but gain it back this morning. So something is wonky about my body. Ugh!
Lying down to bed. Applying sunbursts behind ear/neck bone. 0002, low-pitch humming in right ear! Possible “alien implant” being fried. Bastards!
