6/24/2012: agoraphobic furniture beater

(The following is an example of the kind of entry I excluded because unless I was to have a 24/7 security camera pointed at me, there is no way of providing the proof that I did what I say I did. Even though, it would be absurd for me to make it up.)

An hour ago I beat the shit out of an ottoman with my baseball bat. I’ve done it before and it works perfectly and doesn’t get torn or tattered. It’s the only way I can work my anger out about this reality without hurting anyone.

I know this place is a lie and everyone seems to speak in code around me. I barely leave my apartment because of it (agoraphobic, in a sense).

So, like clockwork, this tweet JUST came in to my Twitter feed, after I just beat the ottoman:

I mean, aside from the fact that I KNOW the tweet is referring to what I just did an hour ago and that this entire reality is a fucking sham, what kind of stupid joke is that supposed to be? No one would make such a retarded joke, because it’s NOT REAL and is only being posted in response to what I did…because my every thought, every action is being observed.

Here is the receipt for the ottoman that I bought last year when I moved to my current place in Seattle:

The ottoman: