I’m not trying to be cruel to animals but in an attempt to uphold the standards of our country... if you think a pigeon or drone pigeon is spying on you rice goes a long way...that’s why we don’t throw it at weddings anymore technically... there was a pigeon with a microphone or a microphones pigeon on federal indictments that didn’t go to trial and haven’t had the validity of the evidence argued prior to the actual trail starting... this has been done a lot... a lot a lot, try to make it worse on who you think may or may not have told me such and remember to look on the mirror as you were just telling me the same thing... remember pay off a $30,000-$50,000 car in 90 days or less and you automatically and without having to notify you of such... get investigated by the FBI... social media, emails, where you purchase your... everything....
So I’m productive today- I mean everyday but today especially. I was trying to add some special security stuff to my apple account and couldn’t. I was like, wtf. So I was trying and trying to unlock these special features and then I was like ohhhhh- I totally get it... I’ve been able to do a lot recently. Haha as much as it may seem like I haven’t I totally have. But like all the deletion of my iCal events and stuff... I mean an event I had set up for Tuesday didn’t go off on Tuesday and it’s been added to every day since... I don’t know. I’m annoyed though. I don’t know how adding two step verification would make it not possible but anyways I couldn’t do it. It kept asking for some code (I guess your iCloud code is different from your like phone passcode) that I didn’t have but I need in addition to another apple device to verify it and I know it’s like a little paranoid but it was because of something greater then myself that I even managed to get my iPhone- so thankful for the nonprofit that is responsible for that. The point is that I have a wish list- on amazon that has some items on it. Like, a MacBook Air and an iPad Pro (take your pick.) Yay! Right? Yes, absolutely. Some other things like gym shorts, an electric toothbrush, one of those water pick things, a candle, like basically all stuff that I had and was stolen from me (either by the the two people, the Sheriff’s, the three people, or my apartment people in San Jose that never let me back in my place except for one day to try to grab everything.... I left clothes in the dryer, like some things half packed all with the intention of going back- but yeah, not so much. I know I know, stop being such a little bitch. I had the courage to make it at the request of a family member. How frustrating is it that I finally made it- after procrastinating/debating over which items I wanted and should I get the latest iPad Pro or the older model but then it’s only a little cheaper and it was just a lot- and one reason for procrastination was that they have repeated done this- I’ll be on the phone for flipping hours.... and nothing will happen from it that’s good. Literally, usually all bad happens- like them knowing where I will be sleeping so that they can let the police know that I’m trespassing in the park. Same thing with the gym shorts and the tooth brush and ugh. It worked out though- I even put these face wipes that I like. But literally. $221 a month does not go far- it’s crazy. And since I’ve shut down the government every time I’ve applied for federal help and yes- I think my records are all complete but how I shut the government down, get my social frozen, and whatever else.... all this to say I’m trying. No I’m not applying for more jobs only to have it all like tarnished and crapped on and have it be that I’m in a position to feel less than or like I’m not enough or that I’m not ok. Oh but isn’t that, well what are you going to do josh, what’s the next step, it’s like they’ve become so wrapped up in the drama of my life that they’ve not only kept it going this long but have found it entertaining. Like, they wanna know what they’ve deserved to have a family member with HIV and I’m like... please, like it even affects you. I mean, that’s how naive my outlook on life was. I was like oh, well dang, I mean it did hit me like a ton of bricks it really did. But anyways back to the income- for the 20 or so nursing jobs I applied for, was made an offer, and then didn’t get to start orientation for plus the ones at like hotels, fast food places, and there’s one more category I’m missing but can’t think of.... out of that I have rent to pay, backpacks break, flip flops break, toothbrushes have to be replaced, mouthwash, soap, saying toiletries doesn’t really give umpphh to what all that actually means. Like, walk to your main bathroom and look down... maybe open a drawer but don’t overwhelm yourself ;) - so some of those face wipes and stuff get pushed to next month on such a perpetual basis that I simply have pushed them out of my mind... except for times when they would allegedly go down my bag pocket or... actually no, items like that I never forgot to pay for... cause I was like- so if I’m wiping my face with something I didn’t pay for or whatever... is that all bad? So I told the family member, reminded and after a week was just like never mind. After I swore up and down and sideways that I wasn’t going to give them the high and satisfaction of ‘doing that to me’ I effing fell for it. I not only took the time to make the list and debated over a maybe $100 difference on a MacBook Air- like for real but then I repeatedly, not annoyingly I don’t think, asked in an anticipation of is it going to need a signature, will I be home... all this bullshit. I’m sorry I act weird sometimes and now I see why people just do it on their own like the struggle is their own but when you’ve got someone in your life who sends you more phone chargers (thank you) before you’ve even alerted them that someone has broken yet again another one, I can’t help but wonder... am I being ungrateful when I think the whole scenario was just for the joy of hearing my lovely voice over text or me having to ask for a replacement and all that drama. It seems like a legitimate concern- yet I’m always made to feel ungrateful or like a good for nothing, or worthless... but never the less I’m like done- and i do say that all the time but then shit like that happens and then I choose to invite them back in... yes, I can ignore the wishers like Oprah says but then they eventually become screams... yeah, whack whack whack with a golf club and then your deflated lung ass having chest tube toting self will sure wanna call home. There there- now did your learn your lesson as well as feel bad about all the worry and hard work i had to put in just so I could have this phone call with you and make you feel bad? I was talking to someone who helped me come to the realization that there are those that would much rather see me or have me or someone they know or love die of a drug overdose and be labeled an addict or something other then complications from HIV which stems from lack of care, resources, and being thrown out of safety and into a nightmare fueled by judgement, hatred, and the need to maintain their own reputation vs.... just leave someone alone. Like I hate to say it, cause God knows the onslaught that will come from the conservatives in my life- as they get violent, wreck less, and more plea of temporary insanity like then is reasonable or acceptable- so just leave someone the eff alone. Stop putting on body paint, trying to have the last word or even a conversation because it’s going to end up being on your terms and not that of what’s natural so it’s going to be either frustrating, upsetting, disheartening... or it might be just what you wanted. A reason to complain, woe is me, or... stop it. Like, I can feel your metabolic syndrome type issues going into a higher level of seriousness as there is a difference between 119 and 120 as far as your blood sugar is concerned and those little bury tubes and loops and filters that your blood goes through when it’s trying to recover from just a damn phone call that was about bull crap that shouldn’t happen... cause why you gonna break someone’s phone charger... but if she says that I’m not making my gentrification quota and waking around as I should showing off my white skin so people can talk about it on the phone and I can be scanned by police cars, etc and have the whole process move along... then, yes, you did have someone break my phone charger though that may not have been what you wanted it was a ways and means to get what you wanted. I walked to get another one, had you worried while my phone was dead (cause you didn’t know the dets only what you wanted), then once all was well.... well damn he’s quick... let’s try this again and again and again.... I mean and let’s slice or destitch the stitching on his backpack so it falls apart... I mean, all of this time and effort on your part and money and resources and bandwidth and stress... and you’re going to have the balls to tell me that I’m the one with the problem?! Looney Tunes wouldn’t even have a spot for this in their world and somehow I and... doctors, lawyers, judges, the government, the president for freedoms sake, lord let me not forget the over worked over stressed I’ll have another one mental health professionals... cause where would we be without... oh and law enforcement et al, and I even had a teacher in jail (San ho) tell me to my face that she had never heard of any of these ‘social measures or interventions or violence’ that goes on. 1. If their had been an electric chair in the room I’d be still cooking cause she was not happy. But hey, I was just asking. And she lied. And that was ohhh- shit m, 3 misdemeanors, three felonies and a strike ago. I mean people have changed they wardrobes like 5 times... and I’m still pissed there were times I spent a week in jail and was never allowed to shower. Got to remember my ‘special’ self was going to the dorms and causing lockdowns... yes, after I blogged about such travesties I started going to dorms were it wasn’t so lock-ish but... then ended up having to go back to the lock down places and then..... you know what it’s like to be in jail with 100-130 ‘criminals’ whose worlds for the time being have been completely just straight up fucked with because I’m in there over someone who can’t stop calling the police making threats if they don’t arrest me they gonna blah blah blah... at least me laying on the floor demonstrating what I went through as these two off duty rookies manhandled me into a wrap- which sinches you via a rope around your arms connected to a thing around your legs (so they cannot bend at the knee) and then connect the arm one to the leg one and pull real real hard and then breathing is the issue... so telling them they were breaking the law and that I wasn’t jay walking wasn’t an option.... however, being put in such requires a hospital check me out and ok me to go to jail, only to be charged with ‘delaying an officer.’ I couldn’t make this silly stupid shit up if I tried. I mean honestly.
So I’m productive today- I mean everyday but today especially. I was trying to add some special security stuff to my apple account and couldn’t. I was like, wtf. So I was trying and trying to unlock these special features and then I was like ohhhhh- I totally get it... I’ve been able to do a lot recently. Haha as much as it may seem like I haven’t I totally have. But like all the deletion of my iCal events and stuff... I mean an event I had set up for Tuesday didn’t go off on Tuesday and it’s been added to every day since... I don’t know. I’m annoyed though. I don’t know how adding two step verification would make it not possible but anyways I couldn’t do it. It kept asking for some code (I guess your iCloud code is different from your like phone passcode) that I didn’t have but I need in addition to another apple device to verify it and I know it’s like a little paranoid but it was because of something greater then myself that I even managed to get my iPhone- so thankful for the nonprofit that is responsible for that. The point is that I have a wish list- on amazon that has some items on it. Like, a MacBook Air and an iPad Pro (take your pick.) Yay! Right? Yes, absolutely. Some other things like gym shorts, an electric toothbrush, one of those water pick things, a candle, like basically all stuff that I had and was stolen from me (either by the the two people, the Sheriff’s, the three people, or my apartment people in San Jose that never let me back in my place except for one day to try to grab everything.... I left clothes in the dryer, like some things half packed all with the intention of going back- but yeah, not so much. I know I know, stop being such a little bitch. I had the courage to make it at the request of a family member. How frustrating is it that I finally made it- after procrastinating/debating over which items I wanted and should I get the latest iPad Pro or the older model but then it’s only a little cheaper and it was just a lot- and one reason for procrastination was that they have repeated done this- I’ll be on the phone for flipping hours.... and nothing will happen from it that’s good. Literally, usually all bad happens- like them knowing where I will be sleeping so that they can let the police know that I’m trespassing in the park. Same thing with the gym shorts and the tooth brush and ugh. It worked out though- I even put these face wipes that I like. But literally. $221 a month does not go far- it’s crazy. And since I’ve shut down the government every time I’ve applied for federal help and yes- I think my records are all complete but how I shut the government down, get my social frozen, and whatever else.... all this to say I’m trying. No I’m not applying for more jobs only to have it all like tarnished and crapped on and have it be that I’m in a position to feel less than or like I’m not enough or that I’m not ok. Oh but isn’t that, well what are you going to do josh, what’s the next step, it’s like they’ve become so wrapped up in the drama of my life that they’ve not only kept it going this long but have found it entertaining. Like, they wanna know what they’ve deserved to have a family member with HIV and I’m like... please, like it even affects you. I mean, that’s how naive my outlook on life was. I was like oh, well dang, I mean it did hit me like a ton of bricks it really did. But anyways back to the income- for the 20 or so nursing jobs I applied for, was made an offer, and then didn’t get to start orientation for plus the ones at like hotels, fast food places, and there’s one more category I’m missing but can’t think of.... out of that I have rent to pay, backpacks break, flip flops break, toothbrushes have to be replaced, mouthwash, soap, saying toiletries doesn’t really give umpphh to what all that actually means. Like, walk to your main bathroom and look down... maybe open a drawer but don’t overwhelm yourself ;) - so some of those face wipes and stuff get pushed to next month on such a perpetual basis that I simply have pushed them out of my mind... except for times when they would allegedly go down my bag pocket or... actually no, items like that I never forgot to pay for... cause I was like- so if I’m wiping my face with something I didn’t pay for or whatever... is that all bad? So I told the family member, reminded and after a week was just like never mind. After I swore up and down and sideways that I wasn’t going to give them the high and satisfaction of ‘doing that to me’ I effing fell for it. I not only took the time to make the list and debated over a maybe $100 difference on a MacBook Air- like for real but then I repeatedly, not annoyingly I don’t think, asked in an anticipation of is it going to need a signature, will I be home... all this bullshit. I’m sorry I act weird sometimes and now I see why people just do it on their own like the struggle is their own but when you’ve got someone in your life who sends you more phone chargers (thank you) before you’ve even alerted them that someone has broken yet again another one, I can’t help but wonder... am I being ungrateful when I think the whole scenario was just for the joy of hearing my lovely voice over text or me having to ask for a replacement and all that drama. It seems like a legitimate concern- yet I’m always made to feel ungrateful or like a good for nothing, or worthless... but never the less I’m like done- and i do say that all the time but then shit like that happens and then I choose to invite them back in... yes, I can ignore the wishers like Oprah says but then they eventually become screams... yeah, whack whack whack with a golf club and then your deflated lung ass having chest tube toting self will sure wanna call home. There there- now did your learn your lesson as well as feel bad about all the worry and hard work i had to put in just so I could have this phone call with you and make you feel bad? I was talking to someone who helped me come to the realization that there are those that would much rather see me or have me or someone they know or love die of a drug overdose and be labeled an addict or something other then complications from HIV which stems from lack of care, resources, and being thrown out of safety and into a nightmare fueled by judgement, hatred, and the need to maintain their own reputation vs.... just leave someone alone. Like I hate to say it, cause God knows the onslaught that will come from the conservatives in my life- as they get violent, wreck less, and more plea of temporary insanity like then is reasonable or acceptable- so just leave someone the eff alone. Stop putting on body paint, trying to have the last word or even a conversation because it’s going to end up being on your terms and not that of what’s natural so it’s going to be either frustrating, upsetting, disheartening... or it might be just what you wanted. A reason to complain, woe is me, or... stop it. Like, I can feel your metabolic syndrome type issues going into a higher level of seriousness as there is a difference between 119 and 120 as far as your blood sugar is concerned and those little bury tubes and loops and filters that your blood goes through when it’s trying to recover from just a damn phone call that was about bull crap that shouldn’t happen... cause why you gonna break someone’s phone charger... but if she says that I’m not making my gentrification quota and waking around as I should showing off my white skin so people can talk about it on the phone and I can be scanned by police cars, etc and have the whole process move along... then, yes, you did have someone break my phone charger though that may not have been what you wanted it was a ways and means to get what you wanted. I walked to get another one, had you worried while my phone was dead (cause you didn’t know the dets only what you wanted), then once all was well.... well damn he’s quick... let’s try this again and again and again.... I mean and let’s slice or destitch the stitching on his backpack so it falls apart... I mean, all of this time and effort on your part and money and resources and bandwidth and stress... and you’re going to have the balls to tell me that I’m the one with the problem?! Looney Tunes wouldn’t even have a spot for this in their world and somehow I and... doctors, lawyers, judges, the government, the president for freedoms sake, lord let me not forget the over worked over stressed I’ll have another one mental health professionals... cause where would we be without... oh and law enforcement et al, and I even had a teacher in jail (San ho) tell me to my face that she had never heard of any of these ‘social measures or interventions or violence’ that goes on. 1. If their had been an electric chair in the room I’d be still cooking cause she was not happy. But hey, I was just asking. And she lied. And that was ohhh- shit m, 3 misdemeanors, three felonies and a strike ago. I mean people have changed they wardrobes like 5 times... and I’m still pissed there were times I spent a week in jail and was never allowed to shower. Got to remember my ‘special’ self was going to the dorms and causing lockdowns... yes, after I blogged about such travesties I started going to dorms were it wasn’t so lock-ish but... then ended up having to go back to the lock down places and then..... you know what it’s like to be in jail with 100-130 ‘criminals’ whose worlds for the time being have been completely just straight up fucked with because I’m in there over someone who can’t stop calling the police making threats if they don’t arrest me they gonna blah blah blah... at least me laying on the floor demonstrating what I went through as these two off duty rookies manhandled me into a wrap- which sinches you via a rope around your arms connected to a thing around your legs (so they cannot bend at the knee) and then connect the arm one to the leg one and pull real real hard and then breathing is the issue... so telling them they were breaking the law and that I wasn’t jay walking wasn’t an option.... however, being put in such requires a hospital check me out and ok me to go to jail, only to be charged with ‘delaying an officer.’ I couldn’t make this silly stupid shit up if I tried. I mean honestly.
Back to the true tragedy...Like, omg. The shock, the horror, like please God can he please be high when he dies so that I don’t have to say it was pneumonia complications related to HIV and an overdose instead. I know that’s so real. I’m so fortunate to be able to have gone through all this so that I can be a face with the stigma that exists. It’s a challenge- like, I haven’t ever really needed anything from my parents. I mean I had a roof, food in the fridge to cook (thank you Discovery channel as you taught me in the beginning- no idea where this food network idea popped out of nowhere from but it def helped..), parents without records that I know of- (sad I don’t get to have that same blessing in disguise bestowed upon my children if that’s something thats decided because even if it’s all crap and them charging me with what they did to me instead of what I was doing to the ‘people’ it’s still always going to be there. No no- there is an expunged tab) no offense but you guys haven’t had to do anything like this for me since like maybe freshman year of college. I am sad to say that I can’t believe you would be mean to people who are and have been kind to me. If not directly- then she sure is a ci for those that are... like remember us going shopping then that little incident at the clinic or wherever??? Im probably way out of line- but that reaction doesn’t come from that. Like, no. Not ever... the one that did was because of compatibility and it was in a simulation lab... so just saying... I’m done pardoning her reaches as they are so long, and far, scurry. Not like Wheeza- but like... why am I taunting the situation... because not only have you asked them to compromise their internal mora code by doing what you wanted instead of what they felt they should do, you then at a later time managed recollect your generosity in one way or another or just add things that completely negates their hard work (as evidenced by my wrap sheet- I hate to say it but I’m so glad UAB and specifically UAB School of Nursing was ready for me cause trust they ready for everybody.... as soon as I said on a resume you put education before licensure because one may change while the education earned can’t.... ya’ll she looking and trying I’m sure... even if a credit from high school or some shit like that comes into question don’t be surprised. Been living in this for 5-6 years...) Then take it a step further and the threats come, the character assassinations I’m making an issue of because it takes a stellar person to allow me to be in their life and they have to be so in a way because quality vs quantity is a value I was instilled with by a middle school librarian at an obviously perfect time.... meaning what? Meaning I should have known better... I should have never talked about my life here or the stellar people I have in it- like my Filipino family here which are ‘Dreamers’ I guess (for thinking they could just take me to breakfast or dinner and everything would be ok- ain’t that some shit), or my amazing friends, and sadly the ones who have and are still by my side and give me courage to open my eyes in the morning are still going through it. If not directly, just out of the ‘what the hell’ when they hear or see that I still haven’t figured it out or made them stop... but I don’t know how and I’m tired of feeling like I’ve been turned into a nightmare or hell instead of like a blessing that a friend should be and that they are for me. I don’t know... but all of this and fuck back to... I don’t know how or what to do- I’ve tried asking people left and right... not to name them all or what their role is or was and no one...
the person that assaulted me with her titties and nasty attitude a year or two ago totally just tried to have me arrested at the market. I’m like dang that was two years ago, I wasn’t even doing anything but looking at the clearance stuff, and literally two employees from the market had to get you off of me- angry ass person with ulterior motives! I mean- it’s like she knows my credit score or something... which brings me to another point. It sucks that... well I was like why is there a bus stop for the xzy bus there and then literally like 200 feet later there is another xzy bus stop.... ohhh, it’s cause there are people that can’t go within however many feet of the shopping center, eh? Is that like life long or? I mean that kind of sucks- I’m sure those people wanted to be in that situation or have those circumstances applied to their lives ... yeah no. Haha watch in 10 years me and my person are going to be going to that same market and that same person is going to try to have me arrested- like this is a legitimate reality and concern. All cause I’m assuming she didn’t get the last word and still wants it. Ok- well I just wanted a coffee and some boneless buffalo chicken fingers and yeah... leave me alone, thankfully they didn’t say anything but I am so concerned for just how far that person may take it... I might be personalizing this and she was talking about someone else while she made her presence known to me... point is the store said I was fine and she seems pissed. Oh well- I just hate it for the person and the whole shopping center situation. Like, that person may have come up like no body’s business and yet just like Julia Roberts in that hooker movie... you’ll be sorry cause me and my coin are going over here. Those people you alienate and are just heartless to will eventually be your downfall- for real though.
Like I’m so annoyed- I was about to pass out from hunger as they were out of the chicken I wanted.... hmmmm. So got them, then walked home and clearly I’m being used as a I don’t know. But I would rather be being arrested and sleeping in parks then contributing to bullshit. I didn’t even know that had a term or even existed. I’m relatively annoyed by it though. Like, how much bullshit is it that I’m sure the term for it in the south hasn’t been identified cause that’s what I was told. Have I said this before? That if someone of color, I’m not sure if it matters what color but fuck. Like it shouldn’t matter but since it does I’ll say that in the situation I know... when a black person (insert Rudy/Raven Simone quote about not liking being called an African American because she’s an American which I totally see the issue- I don’t like the term black because someone once asked if I grew up around a lot of blacks) was going to move to our neighborhood when I was a child... I was so upset that I heard my mom on the phone talking about how people in my neighborhood didn’t want them to purchase the home. I was like, but mom it shouldn’t matter- I’m sure with more judgement or honestly concern then she was willing to lie to or dismiss...so when she says not because of skin color... but because in the states (My word) they put a financial price on color. I dunno I dunno. But technically if this was the same situation I would be decreasing home values and increasing homeowners insurance rates. But I’m not. My white ass is doing the opposite and I’m trying to not... like usually how it works is the homeowners insurance either goes down or doesn’t change and the home value increases... so if you’re a renter it makes your rent go up... maybe by a lot or forces you out of your home because... my white tale has ‘falsely’ or not by legitimate (renovations, etc.) means increased your homes value which literally... I’m so sad to say... and you guys probably already know this. Or maybe not.. maybe all this ICE and deportation and murder (death toll in the border camps... and then for the kiddos....- I know, I’m bitching about the heat in the place I stay and there are people and children dying of heat exhaustion and dehydration in those camps. Like is anyone concerned that these kiddo are potentially falling off their growth chart? Like, you know, those nutritional supplement commercials... those supplements were designed to help a child get back on, what we as a medical community, consider to be a normal growing pattern. Like height, weight, bone density, etc.... point is... I don’t know what to do. It does seem a bit (insert derogatory term here) but remember just like I love my Filipino family that are the dreamer’s they are/were threatening or actually deporting.... I love my tan people. No disrespect but since we as the ego centric people we are as Americans (we think the entire world revolves around us...) identify myself as white and Rudy as black then technically they fall on the tan side of the color spectrum. Perspective...that totally plays into the money and insurance game just as it does with automobiles... any who But I’m doing this and I hope it makes the world a better place... cause now they’ve even moved groups to Texas? And I’m like... oh God in prisons in Texas they live in tents and make men wear pink underwear... this terrorizing an the entire country in one way or another... as we are only told what won’t make us create hype. And this issue does pertain directly to me because remember I do love my Mexican. (Worthless as my mom may have called him or be trying to make him be or seem- I think it’s a little projecting back onto her if you get my drift.)