new plans finally

okay, so apparently i'm going to illinois. fuck it, i can handle that. i need a change, cause 'west coast' people are not as cool as they said they were. so i'm here at the berkeley library deciding how the fuck i'm to get out of this town. it was easier being broke on haight street. and this computer is beyond slow. and these stupid library computers are so ignorantly restricted for human gerbils that, just to move files from my phone to the sd card on the phone, or even through a flashdrive, which i like to do for backup, i have to move one file at a fucking time. should monkeys have to use computers that way?

so i'm getting the fuck out of california till it gets fun again.

my new online friend, tina, is helping me get to wherethefuck.com illinois. peoria. and i know there's metal concerts in peoria, at least, i've seen that name on the backs of slayer shirts, so i'll be fine, in fact, i think even mudvayne came from around there. i can wiki that anytime i need to.

so how the fuck do i get out of california with no money. san francisco has this thing, called 'homeward bound', where, if you know someone out of california that will help you get set up in a place to live or whatever, that the san francisco place will pay your bus ticket home to them, they put you on a greyhound for free, as long as you're going to where this other person is. so i'm gonna try that again, but that means i have to get back to san francisco. but hey, while i'm there, i might as well take advantage of the free food that i know where it is, the libraries, and the possible nudity, especially on the beach again, that was nice. sounds fun, actually, i wasn't quite ready to leave san francisco, i wanted to have more fun there before i left. there aren't that many other cities where you can be naked and not get shot.

which makes me wonder, what if the second coming of christ was a nudist like he should be?

machine head would be right.

so i've got thirty six minutes left to use this slow ass snail dinosaur piece of shit made of too much plastic and not enough metal, to figure out how the fuck i'm getting where today, and i'm sober and without smoke or money. got pockets full of oranges incase i miss lunch, two bags of skeeter brand, nut free cinnamon graham bears, a bag of mini carrots... wait... skeeter brand, nut free graham crackers... what the fuck! are you serious?

anyway. so that's my day. made a new friend that's actually being human. shows the rest of you, i knew i would find someone better than you. human fucks.

i will create a twelve step program that sobers you up from those credit cards.