122507

                                                                                                       San Antonio, TX

Tuesday December 25, 2007
                  
     3:21pm  Today is Christmas day. I haven't been logging at all lately. Earlier my mom, my sisters and my little nephew all opened Christmas presents. I had already talked to my mom about not having presents for anybody. She told me that everyone understood that may job didn't pay me money. Possessions don't mean anything to me.  I assured her they would all see my contribution soon. I kind of felt bad. Plus, I don't celebrate holidays. I celebrate every day. Christmas is all commercialized anyway. My mom had already given me some clothes and then she gave me two new bottles of Riovida. I'll be traveling with a total of three. I do believe my favorite present was from my sister Diana. She gave me the sequel to Ishmael, The Story of B by Daniel Quinn. It's about the Antichrist. I am so happy I have a traveling book. I can't wait. I am so ready to go. And to top it off there was a twenty dollar bill inside the front jacket. I love you, sis.

                   Maggie the dog.

                   Hmm, I know I told everyone that I was going to walk downtown for Christmas. It was around three 'o clock when I remembered, "Oh shit, I need to walk downtown!"

                   Oh yeah! The greatest thing happened. I found my rainbow beanie! I cleaned up the room and magically found my rainbow beanie. Hell yeah, I'm back in business! I am whole once more. I washed it in the bathroom sink and everything. It's outside drying in the sun. The little poof ball on top is just about all gone. I've been wearing it for six years straight, after all.

                   I've decided I'm not going to take off to Houston with Diana today. I'm going to wait until New Year's. I'm going to spraypaint the fence on New Year's Eve. Hopefully I can manifest a getaway car.

                   I forgot to tell you. My WPTMJ shirt, the white t-shirt with blue lettering that was all faded, I went over the letters with a black marker and I let it dry for a day. I'm wearing it today. Hmm, I don't know if downtown will be busy today. It's Christmas and all. I'm going for a walk.

                   Damnit, I was like a quarter mile down the street and realized I left my cigarettes. I'm not going to turn back. I've got twenty dollars, but I want to save that for weed.

     3:33pm  I walked up by the Church's and was surprised to see them open today. The manager saw me walk by and he yelled out to me, "Want some chicken?" I told him sure, but maybe just a couple pieces, that I was walking downtown today. Hell, that's what I just ate for breakfast, cold Church's chicken. He handed me this big box. I asked him for some plastic bags and I put all but two pieces in the bags and then put the chicken in my male purse. Fuel for my walk.

     3:36pm  Umm, I've decided I'm not going to walk downtown after all. Maybe I should. Umm, but nobody's outside today. Everybody is at home eating. It's Christmas. So, maybe I'll walk tomorrow. Before I leave I'll walk downtown. I'm going to walk back home. I've only walked like a mile and a half. Maybe I'll go walk around the neighborhood. I need to go for a walk today. I'll go see what's up with Bo.

     4:20pm  I decided to walk all the way to the gas station on 1604 and Braun. I'm going to smoke weed now since it's four twenty.

     4:32pm  Hehe, everybody thinks I'm some homeless guy. I was just sitting there smoking a cigarette and this guy Casey just volunteered me a dollar. Merry Christmas. Thank you. I'm wearing my WPTMJ shirt.

     5:01pm  Man, this shirt is awesome! You can read it all good. I didn't even pass out any flyers. I just stood at the sidewalk at the stoplight on 1604 and Braun. I just waited for the cars to pile up and stood there letting people read my shirt. Then, I would turn around and let them read havethisbook.com on the back. Then I would give the typing hand signals and mouth, "Look it up on the internet. It's free." A lot of people nod their head. I'm done there and now I'm just going to walk in random directions through these new neighborhoods. I'm going to kind of aim for Bo's house. I've got twenty bucks. I'm going to go score some chronic.

                   I want to tell somebody my story real bad. It's Christmas.

                   Did I tell you? My Fuck Bush shirt has mysteriously disappeared. The same day I found my hat I lost my Fuck Bush shirt. I think somebody's conspiring against me. Maybe my mom took it, hehe. She hates that shirt.

     6:14pm  Man, fuck Bo. I'm never going to his house ever again. I went over and knocked on the door and asked, "Is the chronic store open today?" He let me in and I told him I had twenty bucks. He said, "Oh, grams are twenty five." He sold me twenty bucks worth, two little nuggets. I grab my Frisbee to break it up for my nug-jar and one hitter and Bo says, "Oh, are you going to load some up? You say you're all about generosity." He told me, "If you don't smoke me out you're just another..." I cut him off and said, "What? Another customer? You have my twenty dollars. What more do you want?" Dude, I saw Bo had sackloads of weed and he wanted me to smoke him out with weed I bought from him??"
                   Needless to say, I'm never going over to Bo's house ever again. I should have never gone over there to begin with. And I blew those twenty bucks on not that much weed. Bo was all proud of himself, all pulling out his wad of cash for me to see, all bragging and shit. When he exposed all the money and was holding it admiring it I told him, "It's just an illusion, man. It's just ink and paper. I am not impressed at all." He had told me, "Do you notice anything different about this place?" I told him not really. He was all, "We got new couches, we got new end tables, etc." He was all proud of his petty possessions. That stuff don't mean shit to me, man. Good job, Bo. You have a nice separation-unit. Fuck Bo. He all expected me to load him up a bowl. I had even told him, "Do you want to smoke a bowl of shwag? The last of my shwag." He was all, "I always smoke good weed with you!" That's bullshit, not always. In fact, the last time I showed up I offered to smoke him out right when I walked up. Bo can lick my balls! At the end I told him, "Well, that's my cue to leave. I won't come back." Ever again.
                   I should've told Bo, "Man, it's not mine to keep if it was gifted to me. But, since I paid for it, paid you, don't fucking expect me to share it with you, especially since you are the source and already have lots of weed. Greedy ass."
                   Bo's a good little slave. He was all saying, "It's not my money." So I asked him who's it was and he said it was the weed man's. Now why would Bo be showing off the weed man's money? What the hell do you care if I know you have the weed man's money?

     8:12pm  Ahh, it's been a pretty uneventful Christmas. I scored some good weed though. I'm stoned as hell. Oh yeah, I've had yet another evolution in my mission. I just searched Google for "sign guestbook." I am signing everybody's guestbook with my spam ad. Hopefully that will bring me some visits. I'm going down the whole list that Google pulls up.

                   I've been saving all the View Guestbook URL's so I can check to see if anyone responds.

                   When I spam on IRC I just pull up my list of quotes and include a different one with every spam ad.

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