In case I didn’t already say, last weekend was peaceful. All I heard was just a few door slams. So, that means that next weekend we’ll be in for ball games and shit like that since they seem to be making a scene every other weekend lately.

In good news, el cocko hasn’t been around for at least a couple of days. I didn’t hear any car doors last night and Tom couldn’t see for sure, since he’s got a dark car and parks so deep, but he didn’t think there was a car there late last night. I also haven’t heard any doors today, so hopefully he’ll be gone for more than a week, but I doubt it. He’ll probably come in tonight or tomorrow night, but before the weekend for sure.

My parents confirmed that that little old picture was Papa Joe. She says she’s gonna send that back to me, along with tons more.

I had to play phone with Andy for over an hour, just to hear the same old shit, but I’m not like my mother, so I didn’t tell him to shut up cuz I’ve heard it before. I just let him get it all out.

He said today’s Marla’s birthday. She’s 48, so I left her a birthday message. I also updated her on Andy’s life, which isn’t too good. He’s still jobless, admitted too lazy to go out and look for a job, hanging more and more with Quinn (as Andy admits - he only cares about looks. Not personality), and he relapsed and got stoned big time. Two guys who are totally obsessed with Laura are constantly calling and going over there, too.

He’s also still torn between staying here with this climate or going back east for a shot at a relationship with David. He’s gonna test the waters with David in July when he goes for a visit.

The weather was gorgeous again today and it looks like summer’s finally here to stay. Tom says it’s supposed to cool down this weekend and rain, but it won’t get cold enough to turn heaters on. Of course I know now that a cool, damp, rainy day won’t stop this weekend’s ball game.

Tom mowed our yard with his parents’ electric mower. It’s great too, cuz it has a bag that catches the cut grass.

He’s gonna call tomorrow to make an appointment for someone to come out and look at the vents for putting in a new AC/heat pump. Yippee! Of course, he’s still too scared and uninterested in making a doctor’s appointment, but I’m not interested in seeing a doctor, either. That is unless this exercise program hasn’t affected me by May 20th. If it hasn’t, and if I keep having such strange and erratic periods and spotting, I may have to look for a doctor myself, then go rule out the possibility that something’s wrong, or see if I can fix it if there is something wrong. I think it’s just God playing games and reminding me who controls this body. That’s fine, God, I don’t want a child. I would like to be thin, but I still have some very serious doubts that that’ll ever be again. My disgusting weight and measurements are 125 pounds and my measurements are 38/30/38. I’d like to be 100 pounds and measure 33/23/33, but if that’s not possible I’ll settle for 110 pounds and measurements of 35/25/35.

Later…

Heeeeeeeerrre’s the freeloader. At least it’s still slamming and not basing. On the other hand, there was no one home earlier, so that could be the bitch and animal being dropped off, who knows?

Later…

That was definitely the bitch’s ride that drove her in and the black cock’s definitely there now. It came in with the music soft, but I know that’s his way of testing me. I know this is his lead-up to loud music.

Oh, this fucking freeloader! Kill it, God, kill it!

Speaking of God, I am very very proud of him (and surprised) cuz just when I thought there was no such thing (besides me nowadays) as a “happy sterile woman,” I find that there is. Laura doesn’t use protection but says there’s obviously something wrong with her. She thinks it’s the drugs. Very possible. I think that’s what sterilized me per God’s will. But the good thing about it is that this built-in birth control system has gone to a woman who actually wants one!