The DJ at some station Andy recommended for requesting that song I wanted to hear made me promise I'd mention him in my journal if he played it. He played it right away and I just made another request with KHITS.

I got to level 50 again on the first try.

Later...

I'm sitting at the computer now, typing stuff that I'll copy into my journal later. Tom's sitting next to me working on his computer. He still has symptoms of a cold, but he gives me credit as far as making it much easier on him with my mind. He also said to try using the same technique to help him sexually but subtly. And hopefully, he won't be scared or doubtful to block me. 

We have no clue as to why that guy has been staying next door at night, but Tom brought up an interesting theory. Maybe they're surveilling the pig across the street for something. After all, there are enough corrupt pigs in this world.

In a little while, I'll be watching TV, so I'll discuss a very weird experience I had later.

Later...

Andy called saying that every 6 months or so Fran calls Donna's grandmother in MA looking for Donna. Donna, of course, lives out here and is married and pregnant. I was really shocked to hear this. Why would he call her every 6 months and not me? You see, this is why I believe he's got to have lost my number and can't remember my married name. Thank God, though. I wonder why he doesn't try to look up Andy's number through information. He ought to be able to remember Andy's last name. Maybe he's assuming Andy's not listed.

Later...

I just took time out to fry up some fish sticks.

I called KHITS and requested Dog & Butterfly by Heart. The DJ said he'd "try" to get that on for me. In other words, he's not gonna play it.

So far, it looks like no one's staying next door tonight. 

OK, now I'm gonna get into a long, weird, and complicated story that'll shock you. Then again, maybe it won't. Who am I talking to when I say "you?" I don't know. Cuz as far as I'm concerned, I can't see anyone really ever reading these journals of mine, but who knows or cares right now?

I may have mentioned this before in a subtle way somewhere throughout my writing about a certain ability I accidentally discovered I had when I was around 9 or 10. I have had the ability to communicate through photographs. Not just any photograph and the person does have to be looking straight into the camera, cuz for some reason, I have to be able to make eye contact in order for the vibes, power or connection, or whatever you want to call it to go through.

Although I knew it was for real from the get-go, I wondered if it became real cuz the pictures I did this with were always celebrities who I liked and cuz I didn't have anyone else to talk to. Especially when I was younger. Never in the last 20 years did I question it, though, and feel it could be just a product of my imagination. I know what's real and I know what's fantasy. I know this has never been a fantasy. 

I believe that those pictures of Farrah, Jaclyn, Kate, Linda, Gloria, and others I used to have and talk with were there for me cuz of not having anyone else. Who knows? If they hadn't ever been there, maybe I would've done more serious, harmful things in my life to myself or to God knows what. 

Some of the pictures would become "different people" so to speak. I could have 5 pictures of Gloria and only 1 or 2 of them would remain her and her alone. Others would become other people of other heights, weights, hair lengths, etc. They had their own names too, and somehow, they'd tell me all this and allow me to be able to see all this. When I look at one of the pictures, it's not that it doesn't look like just what it is - just a picture. However, there's a feeling that I can't quite put a finger on. Just like with Robin, only Robin's a spirit. Well, Robin isn't someone I can see or feel or hear in the way that I can with someone like Tom, Andy, or other human beings. The pictures are similar to the way it works with Robin and most spirits, to a large degree. It's sort of like we communicate by telepathy, even though I've kind of got to interpret what they say as they say it to make the conversation flow more naturally and understandably. They can hear whatever I say and see whatever I do as long as I'm in their range of vision and hearing, just like with any other human being. They can feel me if I touch them, but not at all like humans can. I don't believe they can smell or read, either. Somehow, I just know they can't. Not too well, anyway. 

To others, they're just like regular pictures, although there have been some people that have claimed to feel different around them and feel the life force emanating from them.