Hopefully it's Wednesday

 I swear my mom and I could have a show on Hulu called the Old Ladies of the Upper Duplex.  She spent last night speculating if the monster's girlfriend got a new car.  Were they here this weekend?  Where's the other car?  Oh my god.  I understand her worry and wonder.  I prefer to forget but yes, it appears that there's a new car.  I think they were probably gone for the weekend.  How unfortunate for the neighborhood.

I did hear from Cassie last night.  It was just two generic sentences and eh, I'm fine.  I don't mean to be dismissive of someone that showed up, but I think it was to tell others and not for me.  There were instances when I trained her early on and comments were made to by others about what she said and did.  She implied I had a smell that came from one person.  I didn't want to believe it.  I thought oh, she's just making up stuff.  Made me sensitive about it where I had about 10 deodorants in my desk.  I would walk when it was maybe too hot and I stopped once it hit like over 80 degrees and go to a store and walk around.  I still keep 2 deodorants in my car.  Hopefully they don't explode in my car.  I think about that poor intern that committed suicide.  Cassie had sent me pictures of this intern in a bikini and her tattoos and she made fun of her.  She showed up at the intern's funeral.  I thought you made fun of her?  I don't understand.  There's a lot I don't understand about people.  

I love Robert DeNiro showing up at the courthouse yesterday with Michael Fanone and Harry Dunn speaking up for the good humans that want a safe country.  This is our country.  We need more Deniros to stand up to the bullies in the world.  I saw this documentary where they showed Michael Fanone getting dragged by the rioters - not the hostages.  It made me cry.  That poor man went through hell.  I'm still mad at CNN for giving a platform to Mango Mussolini for that ridiculous town hall last year.

I hope the good and sincere humans have a good day and by good humans, I mean people that stick up for others.  The ones that don't make fun of others and pretend to be nice to those same people.  Sincere people are a rare thing I realize.  

Have a good day.  Just hoping it's Wednesday. 

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