Well, now it’s officially car stereo day. I hope to hell, since I’ll be sleeping from around late morning to early evening, that no stereos wake me up.

It’s gorgeous out there right now. A little warm and windy, but the wind chimes sound so pretty. I saw lightning, so I wonder if it’ll storm. I doubt it will, and it was probably just heat lightning.

Tom explained some things to me to give me a better understanding of a couple of things he’d said. I had thought he said that we didn’t have a choice about either getting me pregnant next month or soon enough, but he was saying that in order to get me pregnant in the first place, we had no choice but to screw. The truth is, that in order to dodge me getting a miscarriage, God and he must keep the screwing and cumming down and mostly God, has to watch what days he cums.

He also said that she wasn’t the one that filed for divorce. They both did together and no, he wasn’t miserable about the divorce, cuz he was miserable being with her, cuz she was crazy. I should’ve already written about this, but she was a schizophrenic who was raped by her brother (he didn’t know she was crazy when they got married), and I guess she got more and more out of it and one night, he said he found her standing over him in bed, holding a knife, while thinking he was the brother. So, the divorce was basically cuz he was miserable and cuz she decided she wanted to experience life on her own. They were married for about two years and I think he was somewhere between 18-20 when they first got married. She’s one of the ones he said he never had problems cumming with and they used rubbers.

Tom introduced me to something really cool yesterday that I wish I knew of a long time ago. In my ‘whatever’ file on the computer, I had phone numbers and addresses, bookmark names I use to mark my spot in the journal files I’m slowly proofreading, text colors I use, and an inventory of my CDs and tapes. Well, the thing he showed me is called Cardfile and it’s to electronically replace a Rolodex of index cards that a lot of offices have. I also made a group of cards with each journal file’s general info. Like what journal numbers are in which group, the ages I was in that group, where I lived, and the dates that group ends and starts.

Tom told me that he’s heard that the average married woman’s complaint is that there’s not enough sex. That’s news to me. I thought I heard that the average woman’s complaint, married or not, was that the guy’s either too horny, too violent, or both.

Then I asked him how most women, including us, worked this out (those that say they aren’t getting enough sex), and he said, by compromising. Wait a minute now. I thought he too, wanted more sex. Therefore, if two people want the same thing, then you don’t have to compromise on anything, right?

I caught him in his bullshit about my getting pregnant next month too, whether or not he knows it. We cleaned my stereo and got a hair out that was real close to wrapping itself around the motor again. He said that about once a month, I should clean the lens. I said I’d do it during each period, so I don’t have to mark it down on a calendar and try to remember how long it’s been since I did it last and he said OK. He knows I’ll be getting my periods.