Here are my boring notes:
2358. Zap! Zap! Had to lift my right eyelid, tears and all. And zap! Out! Cooties! Burn! Ouch, ouch! Hehe! Still some smokey/oily tearing that BLOCKED my sight for the past friggin’ week. Flushing with regular tap/faucet water and anti-bacterial soap didn’t work. I sense improvement with my orgone/orgonite, which I’ve put away for a while as a test.
2325. Zapping pathogens in right eye with DC’s old rusty pennies. Just recalled a few minutes ago after looking in mirror and seeing hair-like mucus strings. typing with left hand while feeling stings. Ouch! Burn! Burn!
~2130. While walking around and praying the rosary, I felt an energy well up around me as the hairs of my body stood up. This happened around this time forward or backward. I cannot recall. But I was praying/connecting with the NA Indian bones that are buried in our area District 4 and maybe the whole Bay Area. I was offering them images of their hunting grounds, jewels, songs, dances and wildlife that used to thrive in/around the Guadalupe River.
2100. Has seen boy wear my bone-colored, polyester shirt selection from “Burlington Coat Factory”. Makes him look “aglow”, mature and more professional instead of wearing those dark-colored gang-looking shirts of black and gray. All he needs now is a coconut and straw for the juicy water. He said we would wear my medium-sized shirt that made him look thinner. It has a quarter-sleeve length that needed to be rolled up with two buttons to hold it up.
2030. Recommendation for tribunal of five may include representatives from five “political” parties.
2026. The boy said our form of government is a republic NOT a democracy.
To TPTB and pals, initiate a tribunal of five. One president is no longer effective, including monarchy. Representation of the people must be re-established. Thanks.
1827. The boy said after dinner that our area has been known to only give 30 minutes for archeologists to make their findings and then the developers raze over the lands where bones of our ancient ancestors were buried. It’s so sad for the NA Indians.
1700. Saw a blue-colored uniform guard making rounds along the visitor parking lot to MY temp job location. He is a black kid. I could tell because his pants is lowered and loose, which is fine. He said: “Have a good evening, ma’am.” You know what? He is polite and I really felt respected. Man. I could cry now. I must be getting old! Oh, yeah. I was using my black umbrella and wearing Maw’s over-sized jacket. It must have made me fatter and older, too. Hehe!
You know what? I really want a tan now. I’m sick of looking Asian WHITE. Really, I’m acting stupid, thinking I’m always on top because of my BIG head. I actually like being on the bottom/humble and just being a worker. I don’t strive anymore to be a professional. I just want normal social behavior, which I’ve lost due to agoraphobia. Scary people! Ah!
1500. I had to ask the receptionist if anyone found my missing hat. This time a black girl with white eye shadow; TWO fangs among her LONG set of teeth and light-brown contact lenses asked Teresa the main receptionist, if anyone HONEST enough would have given back the hat. That place is marked for deletion. Perhaps, someone else needs it more than me.
For whatever reason, today and the past few days were extremely hot and too hot to walk outdoors during my break/lunch that my black-colored/funeral umbrella offered better protection for my photosensitive skin against the vile sun rays. Teresa and two other Mexicanos held their heads down in dismay. What? F-ck? Am I ugly or what? F-ck what wrong with you people!
1015. Maggie and another girl asked me about the weather and if it was raining. I told them I was protecting myself from the sun rays and proceeded to take off Maw’s over-sized white jacket as further protection against the vile heat. I really don’t like these old farts. They are REALLY friendly but NOT nerdy enough for my designer-mentality, you know? It’s f-cking boring there! F-ck! Thank goodness it’s only two months. I outta there! F-ck!
1211. A tall black lady wearing purple sweat/jogging outfit flashed her camera bulb twice at the lunch room. Maggie and maybe three others were seated in the corner in front of me. The black lady left the scene out the side door near the coffee machines.
0813. At 0757, Northbound HWY 880 slowed down because of an accident two lanes from the center divide. A white chunky car with nice, shiny wheels got its front all smashed up. There were four other cars parked in the emergency lane with patrol cars. One squad cop in beige uniform was directing traffic to go on either side of that lane. The stupid/dumb drivers kept speeding up along the carpool lane on the farthest left. Must have been a SPIC. See? Showing off again! It’s karma, I’m telling you.
0735. The divorced nutter/possessed psycho tried to open the electric garage several times but it kept going up and down 1/4 for several attempts. I thought it was the renter because the gray-colored, station wagon was parked directly in front of the house. So I hollered that I kept calling the cops on the divorced nutter. But it was her and she looked back at me, just as I was finishing my reversal out the driveway. She was headed towards her white HONDA CR-V vehicle, which was parked across from the “white” neighbor with the tall/old palm tree.
To the SJPD and pals, perhaps you really need to do something about immigration and looney bins in/around our neighborhood. If they won’t fight for us, I’ll have to fight for myself, eh? Is that is how it has to go down on this hellish planet?
She is pretending that she is out or going to work. How the f-ck is she able to afford a house when there are normal people who need that kind of space?
706. Maw mentioned something about why Romney is “losing”: It’s because of white liberals instigating racism.
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