I just went out back and at this point, the sun’s illuminating the patio. There were tons of webs. Yuck! Tom killed most of them.

Last night I made two new bracelets that are pretty cool. They’re designed differently than I’ve ever designed any bracelet or another piece of jewelry. One’s got two different colors, purple and pink, and they rotate and are linked from their two different strands here and there with clear beads. The other’s got 4 strands of beads in pink, orange, blue, and green with black beads along the way after every 10 beads or so. I twisted it before putting it on and it looks really cool.

It’s already 70º out and by the next few days, the pool will not only be comfy at 3 PM, but at 3 AM as well. That’s nice to know since my schedule will always be erratic.

We have to order a new part for the vacuum since I was stupid enough not to remove my hair from its brush regularly.

Tom’s showering now, and then he’ll be off to work.

Soon, I’ll be firing up the computer to check for email and whatever else I decide to do. Whoever sent me an email from the singer’s website still remains a mystery. Guess it was either random or a mistake.

Later…

The dogs were going off and I was like, what the fuck?! It’s Monday. Mondays and Thursdays are when the garbage truck comes and they go off. See? That’s how I know they must be guard dogs. Not just cuz they’re outside 24/7, but cuz they always bark at the garbage truck and by now you’d think they should be plenty used to them like the M’s dog got used to shit going on around here. There would be only two reasons the M’s dog would bark after it settled down. Either cuz of some new or different sound or a presence or cuz the M’s neglected the dog and barely paid any attention to it. They probably couldn’t get the time with all those kids.

How can kids play around guard dogs like they did that day when they were on the monkey bars? The dogs must’ve either been tied up away from the kids or the kids were introduced to them to let them know they weren’t intruders. That’s what Anna and Harry did with me with their guard dog at LaRagiones. Otherwise, Max would’ve killed me.

Wow. It’s already 93º and they say it’ll be 110º today. I thought it was only supposed to be 108º today and 110º tomorrow. Yesterday when it was 103º and about 11:00, I couldn’t fucking believe it. I heard kids scream on and off for a little while and automatically assumed it had to be two yards down, but then it occurred to me that the people behind us, who have a pool, could’ve had their grandkids over. I doubt it, though. It was probably two yards down. I really think they’re Mormons too. I can see two of the symptoms of being Mormon that they seem to have always had. They’ve probably got no less than 4 or 5 kids and they’re home 24/7. I wouldn’t be surprised if they home-teach their kids like the M’s did.

Lucky for me it’s summer now, but of course, I wonder how it’ll be next winter. Will they be on their monkey bars 24/7 and now be using their backyard to play in? Will the welfare bums party outdoors with their music and basketball? What kind of dogs could the assholes have, and will their kid be out screaming holy hell as it gets older?

I know we’re not moving for several years yet. It’s kind of obvious unless we win the lottery. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were still here in the 2000s. Therefore, I have to be like a military person. On-call to take care of any bullshit, while I hope to hell I don’t have to deal with any that I’ve got to take care of.

Another thing Tom said to me the other day was that I’d be spoiled if I didn’t have a kid cuz that’s what he wants.

Uh-huh. And what does he preventing us from having the kid I wanted make him? A saint? I don’t think so. It’s just as easy for me to say, how fucking rude, cruel, and selfish of him. You can’t make someone have a kid just cuz you want one. You can’t do that any more than you can tell someone you want one and will have one with them when you know you won’t. I may want one, but that statement was a major turn-off to the idea for a while. Good, though, cuz it’s just what I needed. If I don’t bring it up, I hope and think he’ll forget about the kid idea for a while. At least I need not worry that he’ll cum cuz of the risk of it, but also cuz of the way it probably stinks and will surely make a mess.

I’m happy to say that I got over my shitty emotional spell much quicker than I thought. I’m back to telling myself - fuck what others think or believe. I know what I can and can’t do and I know and understand myself and fuck the rest of the world, other than Tom and myself.

Other than that I’m not doing much and am coming to the end of my day.

I keep telling myself to work out and to stick to it this time, but that’s easier said than done. My weight’s up a bit. Just over 100 and I may go on a diet. I may end up taking that Slim-Fast and just dealing with how dairy upsets my stomach. I’ve got to cut down on granola bars and eat more stuff like tuna fish.

Tom’s dad really has to go through hell this week. They’re admitting him to the hospital for at least two days. They’ve got to spray cornstarch and talcum powder into his lungs to make them bleed. Then, hope they heal and that the lungs stick to the chest cavity. Gross and painful!

I hear my birds out there and I suppose they want some seed, so I guess I’ll go feed them now.