Web Journal Of Red Pill Coyote - December 5, 2021

Alapalooza with Stan the Chicken, I tell you... In some ways a lot has been happening and in other ways, not so much... 

A few days ago, we were over at Texas Road House and I decided to make a tower out of salt, pepper, ketchup, and steak sauce. I HAD IT BALANCED FOR QUITE A WHILE! I even took a photo of it. BUT BUT BUT my mom took my phone and deleted the photo. And I had a mini meltdown. Puking lava at mom for what she did. I tried it again and it fell apart and the famous butter splattered all over the place. SO I GAVE UP until I got enough will power to try again. Even this one blonde waitress said that this would take talent BUT I FINALLY GOT IT! And I took SEVERAL PHOTOS THIS TIME. One of those photos is what I used for this entry's poster and I hope you like it. I asked the waitresses if they wanted to be apart of it... I guess not... I thought dad's smile in the photo was pretty adorbs, though...

I was grocery shopping with my mom and I see somebody over by the Starbucks area... They look kind of familiar... THE PERSON TAKES OFF THEIR FAAAAAAAAAACE MAAAAASSSSSK. I hate it that people are still wearing those.. Like, take them off and smell the flowers and fresh air, why don't ya? Anyways, it' was my cousin Erin. I went over there and I told her that I was pregnant with leprechaun fetuses and I wanted to personally buy her drink orders with my Irish midget embryos out of the kindness of my heart. So yeah, she didn't use her money. IT WAS ALL ME. I paid for her whole order. I say it was nice of me despite not being invited to her wedding or how her and her friends went to some pumpkin house. Ya know? I would have liked to have went. BUT WERE NOT GOING TO KEEP FOCUSING ON THAT. If I focused on all the people that don't wanna have anything to do with me, it would be everyone in this area and we'd be here forever. Lol. Then I saw Kayla. Not an actual friend. She's just an acquaintance I met at McD's, one day. She's one of those people who hangs out with SOOO MANY PEOPLE. THEY ALL GO TO FUN PLACES. I've known her a*s since 2016 and I've never actually hung out with her despite spiritually scrapping my balls across a field of glass to try to do so. And then I have to keep reminding myself that I have the birthmark of the ice capsule due to the horrible Baphomet, so I'm not allowed to do anything legitimately fun with people. I JUST HAVE TO KEEP WALKING UP TO WAL-MART EVERY EVERY FEW DAYS LIKE USUAL. Hahahaha.. I need to stay on topic. But yeah, I was just going to greet Kayla and leave. Like, I don't see the point of just talking to her for about a couple minutes and leaving like usual when she's always hanging out with people. BUT THAT'S WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED. But I feel like I played it cool. At least as cool as I could ever get. BECAUSE I AM A LOSER THAT NOBODY WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH, AFTER ALL AND I LIVE A NOTHING LIFE. But as she walked away, it reminded me of when I THINK she noticed how stinky her bath farts were and I felt like a fairy trapped in a watery methane bubble of hers... That's why it all connected back to Tiffany's cover of angel baby... Where I'm slow dancing with Tiffany and she's in the form of THAT ONE DREAMS NEVER DIE PHOTO WHERE SHE IS WEARING A WHITE DRESS AND A BOOK ON HER LAP AND WHEN I'M IN THAT FART BUBBLE WITH HER, EVERYTHING IS COVERED IN PERIWINKLE COLOR AS WE'RE RISING! YESSSSS BABY! Sorry, I really like Tiffany's cover of Angel Baby. Lol. It's that good. This is not about me wanting to date Kayla. I just wanna be ACTUALLY BE INCLUDED but that's why if I see her out in public, I don't feel obligated to talk to her anymore. I could have easily have just said "HEY KAYLA" and walked off. I hope she doesn't feel obligated to talk to me. Next time I'll tell her that. That just now entered my mind. LIKE PLEASE DON'T PRESSURE YOURSELF. Lol... HER AND HER FRIENDS GO TO THESE REALLY FUN LOOKING PLACES LIKE A GIANT PICNIC BASKET AND GO KARTS! AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I CAN'T BE INVOLVED! 

Anyways... Yesterday, I took some scissors and tried cutting off this really specific foot fungus that was hurting me because I tried anti-fungi ointment and it seemed ineffective. So I just took that pair of scissors and I've been cutting, slashing and stabbing the bottom of my foot. I even recorded it for everyone's entertainment. And then New Boston had their annual Christmas parade on that same day. I WAS PLANNING on to hold up signs that said "PLEASE CHANGE JOE BIDEN'S DIAPER ALREADY!" and "PIZZAGATE IS REAL!" but mom scolded and belittled me until I put them back in the shed where I had them. And even after I put them back, she was still interrogating me about it. All because it had nothing to do with Christmas. Who cares? Whatever happened to those kids that were on Jeffrey Epstein's private pedo island? But I was really annoyed because I had planned that for quite a while. And I'm so sick of people playing with my veins like puppet strings. But I guess it didn't really matter because the parade was real underwhelming. It was just short. Only lasted like 7 minutes, it seemed. The highlights from my point of view were me picking up the candy with my mouth like a bird as I flapped my wings and I screamed at the Grinch "HEY YOU STOLE MY CHRISTMAS!...but you're still handsome". That was fun. BUT DAAAAAYUM! DID THE SIRENS HAVE TO BE SO F*****G LOUD!? Do people actually enjoy that?

TODAY, we had lunch at Bob Evan's in Portsmouth because Ollie's BBQ was too busy. That sucks because I really like some of the workers up there. But our waitress was somebody that I went to East P-Town school with and as soon as she acknowledged me, I froze up like a bad tasting pop sickle because I have so many bad memories there. Especially the massive bullying. And when she said my name CODY, it felt like I time traveled to the era of 2006 - 2011. I mean it's not her fault. She never really bullied me but I had PTSD flashbacks and she obviously didn't know that would happen to me. But all these weird, awkward, negative energy feelings flushed through out my body. An ogre impaled me with playground equipment. But ultimately, she for some reason thought I was in the parade yesterday. Specifically she thought I was playing the Grinch. Which would make sense because a lot of kids at that school said I act like the Jim Carrey version for some odd reason... BUT YEAH! That girl, Bri... She's cool... I have no real issue with her. I just hated school...

Later on in the day, I tried buying my parents some presents but they didn't want them... That trip to the store to shop felt counterproductive and it made me feel like an axehandle hound trying to fight a Slide-Rock Boulter. It just doesn't work.... I was already sliding down the pulse lane because it felt like customers were talking about me... 

I also tried getting this loose beagle that was running around because no one else would... That was overstimulating to say the least...