EIGHT A.M. IS APPROACHING. So I'm "posting" this in my A4 notebook first.
Just above this entry are the last lines of a "my landlord's not chucking me out any more" one from nearly a week previously, which concluded:
Still with a home. Whoever prayed for me, it worked. Thanks to you. But thanks most of all to God Almighty. Wahey!!
Which statement was, of course, with hindsight, starting to look startlingly premature at one point.
But God works in Mysterious Ways. And you cannot lose faith in him just because you don't get something you want or think you ned. Even if that thing seems as essential as a home.
Having said all that, perhaps I should take you back to my time living with Lona (this will be the next episode of my Life Story when finally I get round to posting it). Lona is better known here perhaps as NutNut. She took me in off the street - almost (well: almost, because circumstances are complicated) and I stayed in her home for over two years. While I was there I picked up the habit of reading the Bible. This she seemed furiously opposed to (even though she did, on occasion, read her white confirmation-style Bible herself). Perhaps she felt it somehow hypocritical of a street junkie to be doing that. But there was no hypocrisy in my actions. Hypocrasy is not practising what you preach. Seeing as I wasn't preaching to anyone, neither was I a practising, praying or churchgoing Christian there could be no hypocrisy. I was merely perusing an interesting book. I still don't go to church: which church to go to. And infrequently pray. So how can reading the Bible be so very wrong? Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder why she was influenced by dark forces. Strange powers were circling all around us those days. I had remarkably odd dreams (e.g. of horned Egyptian god-like devil skulls staring at me) and frequently woke up screaming in those days. Which is something I rarely do now. Though I can shock myself even in my sleep by making a most resolute (and sinister-sounding humming in my throat when I try to talk or scream ... But as I say; that was happening every day at her's. It's really infrequent these days ...
Saw Valium Marilyn this afternoon. Have made appointment to go see Posh and Becks on her cable telly 8pm Tuesday night. Mother Hubbs was upset with me bc I arrived late for Sunday lunch but I couldn't help it. It has been a hot and beautiful day ...
I've got those two tunes (well, one tune - "Don't Want You Back/F--- U Right Back" by Eamon and Frankie going round in my head. Click on their pink names and you'll be able to see both their videos.
Also don't forget my Obie Trice hiphop comedy about false teeth. I didn't rate it the best rap vid of all time for nothing!! - STOP PRESS: if you tried it b4 and got some Jesus divert don't worry. Click the link just above; go to the top screen. That one plays.
I got blinkin' diarrhoea all day thanks to that RAW hamburger I munched into yesterday. I was so hungry/greedy even once I did know it was undercooked in the middle I couldn't help nibbling the better-cooked outsides ... And now the squits ... akk!
STOP PRESS OBIE TRICE IS WORKING NOW. SO IF YOU WANNA WATCH MY FALSE TEETH HIPHOP VIDEO CLICK HERE
Releasing the inner blinger in me - I have only just - and belatedly - realised that having grandchildren gives me a good excuse to release my inner blinger. So ... we took a trip to Homebase...
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