went to the clinic at Neah Bay with 'barb...who shuffles and gets there eventually but has a hard time of it because she's elderly, aarthritic and has just gotten over a huge attack of gout.. on our way through the village I saw D's little red scooter at the SC up there...felt a bit wistful but there it is...can't have everything, especially things that might not in the end be good for you...he's awfully brusque, sort of pushed me out of the way looking for a movie he did...said the dogs couldn't be in the house, that sort of thing..also what other people know about him, that it might be an iffy proposition; however, I thought it was a learning experience till now but I still owe him a house cleaning for the $40 he gave me the first time I was there and said that's what he needed...
I dunno, looks like rain today..still haven't painted my canvasesses and here I sit at the VC writing on the blogs, watching the dogs sleep on the sidewalk out front./..the light isn't purrr fact for painting but it isn't bad...there's a matinee at the library tomorrow at 1 pm 'Murder She Wrote' apparently a black and white Agatha Christie...I might go see it...what else? read Intelligence Report which is all about hate groups in this edition, not about the East West issues whatsoever makes you wonder who's keeping the big secrets, like who's using my sweetie's bod for their pleasure, kind of think it must be my brother and my mom because they've been like two cats in a bag lately...snarly, mean and so forth...doesn't feel like family at all...although maureen at the post office did feel a lot like dad with her braid to her waist, I can see him being the big chief with that hair, who he is...not getting a good picture of my mother though...just the hater version which is all about Aryan Christian horse pucky and so forth...she was telling how the Hindu faith is devil worship and I thought, and your gay daughter is not gay? well, they learn to figure it o ut and make it look good, very transcendental that older son being the monkie moron that he is...meth'd out and so forth...they'll figure it out, kind of a leadership thing since they got the Nelson caddie I guess...we'll figure it out...closer we get to who we are, the more the commie bugs come out of the woodwork and we have to admit yes, we are racist about skinwalking user states of those who would clone us..
in the meantime, miss the sweetie but am better off with no black eyes...guess broPat is pretty smug about that one since he said 'he'll clean his own house'..and so on...what a Pro fume...haven't been back to see Cher since...although at this point I prolly should though I feel more like the quicksilver messenger service typing away
I dunno, looks like rain today..still haven't painted my canvasesses and here I sit at the VC writing on the blogs, watching the dogs sleep on the sidewalk out front./..the light isn't purrr fact for painting but it isn't bad...there's a matinee at the library tomorrow at 1 pm 'Murder She Wrote' apparently a black and white Agatha Christie...I might go see it...what else? read Intelligence Report which is all about hate groups in this edition, not about the East West issues whatsoever makes you wonder who's keeping the big secrets, like who's using my sweetie's bod for their pleasure, kind of think it must be my brother and my mom because they've been like two cats in a bag lately...snarly, mean and so forth...doesn't feel like family at all...although maureen at the post office did feel a lot like dad with her braid to her waist, I can see him being the big chief with that hair, who he is...not getting a good picture of my mother though...just the hater version which is all about Aryan Christian horse pucky and so forth...she was telling how the Hindu faith is devil worship and I thought, and your gay daughter is not gay? well, they learn to figure it o ut and make it look good, very transcendental that older son being the monkie moron that he is...meth'd out and so forth...they'll figure it out, kind of a leadership thing since they got the Nelson caddie I guess...we'll figure it out...closer we get to who we are, the more the commie bugs come out of the woodwork and we have to admit yes, we are racist about skinwalking user states of those who would clone us..
in the meantime, miss the sweetie but am better off with no black eyes...guess broPat is pretty smug about that one since he said 'he'll clean his own house'..and so on...what a Pro fume...haven't been back to see Cher since...although at this point I prolly should though I feel more like the quicksilver messenger service typing away
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