All Over Town

2000h
Yet another call from the ISP and cable company, attempting to get me to get TV service. I had told them I don't have a TV and don't want one at least a year ago, and the person said they would record that detail so I don't get called again. Such luck, and it seems that their calls are also timed for the moment like all the others. Moments like supreme interest in a particular product that I encounter online, or when updating my knowledge of something. Earlier, my mother called just after I had put a tortilla on to cook in the frypan, timed to get me out of the kitchen for a few minutes with the next ingredients out on the countertop.

And a major Fuckover day, with at least 30 rage-ifications, and double that for lesser jerkarounds. First my brother did his "hurry up" to arrive at his place by bus, the asshole reneging on giving me a ride. Then the city bus freakshow, ringed by at least six dudes who were heavy on the looking stupid act, one with the proverbial coffee in hand, aka the Coffee Corps. I got at least two unwarranted starings on the bus by passing Fuckwits. And the redcoats again, and even if it was still raining, at 2.5 days worth, some in red shirts no less and no umbrella. It seems they like to get close to me with the umbrella, bathing in its aqua blue color.

And maybe the perp excitement was all about getting me out after an night on my just-laundered bedsheets, in keeping with their fascination with my laundry and the seeming energetic effects of sleeping on it.

The perps even kept me in place as the bus was coming into the bus stop by having a coin leap out of my hand and at my feet, and then they dumped a large splash of water 6" up from the pants cuffs. Good trick that, as they could only pull it off by keeping me frozen so I would not get the coin while the bus was moving next to me.

I get the training session on caring for in-town brother's cat and house while he and his Thai girlfriend are on holidays for four weeks. I cannot imagine them travelling as they don't seem together in the first place. All the Christmastime advice he got was to cut her loose so he wouldn't be had up for spousal support of a common-in-law wife. He still doesn't get it, and has no idea of what a supportive spouse is like. Having had native Indian girlfriends and live-ins before, it seems to me it is all about the brown skin, on behalf of the perp's intense interest in the color brown, skin tones being part of their research.

Then my brother gives me a ride to the bus stop, and still no buses after 10 minutes, which if most odd for that route, so I suppose it was about the gangstalking wierds, one cretin in particular was doing his back and forths and then got progressively closer with each pass until I moved. Then a pink and red dressed gaudy act came to the bus stop, then a native Indian couple of obesers, and still no bus. And lo, if said in-town brother doesn't come by, and I get a ride downtown. Another major vehicular gangstalking show was on for the ride, and then he strangely pulls off to the L side of a one-way street to let me out into traffic packed around his vehicle, one being a trash hauling truck that also "happened" to be passing by the bus stop before he came. Then to the LD store to get a bus pass, replete with untold numbers of Fuckwits, though not a bad as last night. I get my consort of dudes in and out of the store, especially before entering and exiting, with one in lead-ahead gangstalk mode when I departed. Regular readers will know that the perps also have an insane obsession over my wallet contents and the plastic cards in it, and of course, the magnetic stripe on some of them, the monthly bus pass being one. I haven't had a bus pass since 10-01-2010, three months, so I suppose this was sufficient "fallow time" to try it again for whatever the fuck they are looking for. I have had inumerable wallet thefts in the past, and they still won't come out of the closet and declare what is so fascinating about my wallet contents, especially the colored bills we have here. In the past month, they let me have red $50 bills in my wallet, the first time since 2003 when the ATM's suddenly stopped dispensing them.

Then back to my place with my gangstalking entourage and just-stand-theres (with coffee in hand), and even door service and lobby gangstalking in place before I took the stairs up to my sixth floor apartment. I had an early lunch as I had a doctor's appointment at 1300h, so back to the city bus freakshow again.

Then I got screwed in having the correct lunch ingredients on hand, more cognitive sabotage, "thinking" I had tortillas on hand which I didn't, only a frozen package and no microwave to thaw them. By then the oil was heating up in the frypan, so I had to settle for the meat and tapenade ingredients only. I have been through this many times, when back in 2006 it would never happen as they then couldn't screw with my recall as to what food I had on hand in the kitchen. Now, they can screw with my recall of every specific kind and duration (short, medium or long term).

Then with new bus pass in my wallet, I waited for the bus to then get a double decker freakshow, with some relief on the upper deck. It is like being a Fellini movie and seeing all these oddities assembled in one location. Then the dudes started arriving stop by stop until ringing me again, one also doing coughing duty, timed to bus noises. And after pressing the "next stop" button I didn't get a bell sound, and when in the aisle to see if the light was on, why a Fuckwit was coming at me and blocking the light for "next stop". Nicely arranged by stopping the bell from ringing. So I had to sidestep this Fuckwit in white camo and blue shoes, surely another arrangement, as they had a white camo coated woman next to me at the bus stop who arrived noiselessly to then sit on the bench with a significant vibration.

Then a trail of four dudes outside the doctor's office, and then at least that many again inside, one on just-stand-there duty with his brown outfit and his red ballcap in hand, standing in the middle of the reception area. And as it "so happened", the appointment date got screwed with, and it was for the 17th and not the 07th, and so this jaunt across town was totally pointless from my perspective. All to have me use the bus and pay with coins, and then a in-town brother visit to get me more exposure in advance of getting the bus pass, and then a bus pass paid trip going the opposite direction, and all for naught.

I walked back into downtown as there was an inexplicable lack of buses returning, though choked with waiting passengers (read, Fuckwit gangstalkers) at the bus stops. At one location a Fuckwit was standing in mid-sidewalk bending over and attending to his grocery bags at his feet. He then stood up to putz with his cell phone as I got closer. I walk past this freak another 40' to the intersection and wait for the traffic signal. And when in mid-crossing, the Fuckwit runs up behind me scaring the shit out of me, making out that he wanted to get across faster than I did, all for him to wait at the adjacent traffic light. Then he tails me from the other side of the street for one block.

Then to the local supermarket, with my brown dressed entourage in front of me, and a dude cluster at the front entrance. I go extra distance to get a shopping basket because some fucker's ass was next the usual stack, and then went onto the tortilla section. I had to pass through the cooked chicken counter, and there was this trio of dudes each in ballcaps, mustering in some choreography. I attempted to get through, but was obstructed, and had to wait for these total wierds, all about the same height and build, and pretending to shop while they did their clusterfuck dance. I have been swarmed before, and I suppose this was the first in-store swarming with such a uniform looking crowd. Anyhow, I made various trips back across the store due to "shortages", Fuckwits on my ass or pre-stationed where I intended to go. Anyhow, I was glad to get out of there.

2310h
Continuing adversity with objects pulled from my grasp, water flickings, and so many things "going wrong". At least 50 rage-ifications today, screaming at the assholes at every turn due to provocational extra-conventional abuses.

Even tonight's CD copying and compressing efforts have been fucked with software glitches and never-before behaviors, often forcing me to do things differently, as well as "errors" in file naming, metadata naming. A fucking brutal day, and I am still intensely pissed over all this insane adversity I am being put through.