L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Looks Like it's Gonna' B-1 Pain in me' Grassmole After Another, With the New Next Door Peeps, Starting at Around Half Past 11 This Morning, AGAIN

 

Posting up at around 28 minutes past noon today.

L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Looks Like it's Gonna' B-1 Pain in me' Grassmole After Another, With the New Next Door Peeps, Starting at Around Half Past 11 This Morning, AGAIN

Fortunately it didn't smother fracking awaken me or Ida been major urinated off, but it still is a pain in the rear end and then some, YO. Right shy of half past eleven on thisssssssssssssss Tuesday moUUUUUUUUUUUrning peeps, a loud CARVANA TRUCK parked right outside of me home, and is swapping very expensive looking automobiles, and it all has 2 do with the new move-in-peeps next door 2 freaking me, and it is one noisy pain in the rear end, let me tell U. I am glad I didn't need 2 get 2 a doctor today as opposed 2 yesterday, as 4 a quarter hour, my driveway was blocked as a result. It is now 7 minutes shy of noon, and most of the job appears 2-B about over now, but this was quite annoying, and this Maggie character, or whoever; is gonna' B fun, huh lovely Mizz 'L&O' Nora Louwan-DA??????? I had already been up and going since about five minutes or shy shy of eleven, waking from being hot, since all I had running were outside fans and it got vely nice and cool last evening as well as the past several evenings and early mornings around my town, being vely nice and cool. But as the sun comes blaring up in the east, me' east windows despite having blinds and white curtains, bring major solar heat into the living room area, and I needed 2 switch over 2 the goddessdog AC from outside-fan setting (O-F-S). Still, me' pernt Sir Archie is that if this noise was what had woke me up instead of the heat of the room and sun, I would right now B a big fat glass BOT-BUR (BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED, in other words, and extremely close 2 BOT-BAR, or ALREADY RATED with the day closed out and over B-4 even being clock-noon or half way over clockwise, YO peeps! Now here is what I fracking forgot 2 tell from yesterday, when doing the prior blog, YO folks!!!

I was expecting no matter how many times they told me on the phone that I wasn't gonna' pay a penny, 2-B paying at least 40-80 bucks at the new eye-dock place, so this was already in what I sometimes refer 2 as being in the A-B or the anticipated-budget of me' rotten life's endless woe-whiz-me miseries and dealings, good peeps. There was a 44 dollar fee 4 the imaging, a procedure that no medical insurance, 4 whatever the reasons that R all behind the way their systems all operate, just ain't medically covered. I already had it budgeted out, and would have been beyond absolutely shocked if it did not go down that way, Mister 1980-Sivo, oh coworker lunch stealer SIR!!!!!!!!!!! But I did manage 2 get an excellent exam and great new glasses that will B shortly ready 4 me 2 go and pick up there. They have a non glare anti-blue light glass as well as R inside of some frames that were nice and inexpensive since they normally R frames 4 dark glasses, but the insurance allowed me 2 use these and so all the stuff I wanted in the eyeglasses was totally free and along with the exam other than 4 that one special procedure, all free, well not that anything is free, but it fell within the allotted amount of 550 smacks annually provided 4 eye-care by me' U-H-C system. What went wrong is that my last ear plugs got lost, or one of them. I had the in my hand while getting into me' car after the appointment there was over, and somehow one of them dropped while in my driver's seat and trying 2 do 2 many things at once with a body and failing dexterity caused by old fracking age, and one of them dropped out of me' hand, underneath me' stupid fracking car seat, and is lost forever, as one is no good without the other, and it is very hard now 2 find ear plugs that have the soft and spongy make up, and the hard ones R no good 4 me at all, they do not block out sound one tiny dang non-Hollister wee tad bit. I have a couple of these type left in a box that I plan 2 find today, and then I will begin a search online 2-C if thgey R available on Amazon or some place like this, since I am not able 2 find these spongy type of plugs at any local stores around here, only the rubbery or the hard types that totally suck a duck 4 blocking a lot of sounds out. I need good plugs in my life, as the WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES use NOISE AGAINST ME AND ALWAYS FREAKING HAVE, since the dawning of my earliest memories of my dealings with these stick head mothershmuckers. This really ticked me off yesterday, and I yelled the 'E-F' word, ten times or so, while driving home, and as loud as all get the Christ out, when nobody was close enough 2 hear me. When I arrived back home, a vely annoying weird sound was coming from somewhere, and it took me quite a while 2-C just from where. One of me' 3 DVD players was making some goddess awful sound. I turned it completely off, and it appears 2-B okay now, but it must B on its way out as I have been having weird things going down with it now 4 some ding dang time folks. This was yet ANOTHER UTILITY-ELECTRONIC STRIKE on the PPNR Mountainpen yesterday, and should have been added into the previous blog. It is amazing that I can think at all, huh there Mister Paul Chrodochrome Simon of early 1973? All U need 2 know is that those 2 incidents and both within a half hour of each other, canceled out the 'good-magnetics' from just B-4 that, over at the eye doctor's joint, Mister casino-Cheater-Winn of Halloween Day, 1983, YO!!!!!!!!!! There is always a possibility that he cheated me or that this was a completely supernatural incident, all that is known is the mathematical proofs that 4 that deal 2 have gone down, the odds were so high that it would make winning the Powerball Jackpot look like something that could B achieved by any little kid in a playground and any day of the fracking week. But let's naught get off on tangents here, YO folks. My life is so messed up that no words on any blog ten times over, can hope 2 truly get this whole dang thing out, naught ever ever never, oh Mizz Blake, and Mizz Ross, from '83; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Simplllleeee as THAT.

END TRANNY, U EVIL SICK UGLY GRANNY.