I just spoke to Andy who told me some pretty gross cockroach stories. Luckily, though, he and Michelle are moving at the end of the month. They’re finally gonna bomb his building early in the morning on the 23rd. Therefore, he’s gonna need to sleep here. He says he’ll be over at 4:30 AM, go to bed, get up at 1:30 PM, shower, and then go to work. I’m sure Tom won’t mind.

Too bad he can’t get in Quinn’s bed, since he loves the guy so much, but Quinn’s just too in the closet.

He said he microwaved something for over a minute. Then when he went to pull his food out, a cockroach ran out! How’d it survive being nuked?

Then he was holding a strip of meat to his mouth with his fingers when he felt something tickle between his middle and ring fingers. Gross!

He also said he went to swat a roach and its guts splattered in his eye. Even grosser!

I wrote Minnie and Bob letters by hand since I had nothing better to do and he’s asleep right by the computer. I hope Minnie can find the time to write back this time.

I still can’t believe God can be so cruel and unfair as to have a child raped into her that she says she’ll give up, but hell if he’ll give me a child! Anyway, these are the kinds of things one much accept and expect. God don’t make no mistakes - bullshit!

Later...

This is weird. My tits usually get lumpy before your period. Mine are still lumpy since I got such a half-assed period. I just hope to hell my PMS before my next period isn’t a nightmare with bloating and sore tits. The sore tits and bloating are the worst part of it.

I’m gonna have to dye the underarms of the purple dress Andy gave me cuz they’re pinkish because whoever wore it sweat their ass off. If she who wore it wasn’t hot, she sure must’ve been nervous as all hell and very uncomfortable about the occasion she wore it to. It’s too bad that the people who made this beautiful dress didn’t think of this. They should’ve put a type of water repellent on it. Putting that on it alone would probably discolor it, though.

Later...

I thought of what I’m gonna do at the end of the year with my dog calendar pictures. It’s high time I remove the watercolor pictures from the boarded window in the living room. They’ve been there long enough and a change is due, so, this is where those dog pictures will go.

Can you believe I’m 30 years old, yet still have occasional dreams with Donna A in them? Last night I dreamt of her and Denise M, but don’t really remember what it was about. I believe at one point I was at Valleyhead again with something like 5 days left till I was to be discharged.