I did not write last night, it completely slipped my mind. So much going on in the world and though I was sitting in front of the computer keyboard, I opted for distraction. Bill was home but in a funk. I think it was because he saw what I looked at online. Hot men.

No one nearby, no threat but still I think it bothered him. I’d like to think if I saw what he looked at and liked I wouldn’t be bothered or threatened and would probably make a joke about it. But I don’t know. I love him too much to throw it all away.

My friend Daisy. She’s a sweetheart, a genuinely nice person. I’ve known her for years and we look out for each other. She has a son that she raises by herself. She has a good job and works with neurotic Filipinos. She has my sympathy.

Daisy and I have been in contact this past week. She knows what happened to me at work and worries so much about me that she prays. She tells me her god will take care of the situation. I was quiet about that. She maintains a childlike belief in a higher power.

One of those ‘god only gives us what we can handle’ types. Try telling that to parents who have lost a child. Or a baby born with its organs in the wrong place. Daisy trusts her god in everything. I keep my mouth shut as she sends me emojis of hands clasped in prayer.

Bill and I have discussed this a few times. He was once of that belief. I can’t say that I was. Maybe it’s because I was raised catholic and went to catholic schools and catholics just don’t think like that, that’s why they have a pope. Perhaps it’s a protestant thing.

I do think that Daisy was influenced in voting this season by her pastor who more than likely directed the congregation to vote for L’Orange Merde. I tried to dissuade her of that. Daisy is an immigrant and L’Orange Merde’s scumbag staff have expressed a desire to deport aliens both legal and undocumented.

Her childlike belief will see her through. She is sweet and means no harm to anyone, and she probably prays that I will be delivered from my homosexuality though she would never come out and say that.

She does work for that notorious liar S. Khan who is more than likely a con. Yes, that rough beast has been written about on this here blog numerous times but now I don’t care. He’s an impotent balding thing.

Shahabudeen Khan probably voted for L’Orange Merde being an immigrant from Guyana who happens to be muslim. He is actually stupid enough to do something like that. I don’t care, he’s a fat fuck and if I ever saw it again it would be too soon.

I’m not bitter, I just don’t give a flying fuck if that turd once known as Schlomo the DKB knows about it.
Khan expected a medal for each time he told me he loved reggae and never ever got high. I didn’t know how to tell it that there were no medals for being pathetic.