I tell myself to enjoy the peace from Andy’s constant phone calls while it lasts, but I worry about him. This isn’t like him to not call me for what? Nearly a week now? Maybe he’s just super busy looking for another job, but if I don’t hear from him by Friday, I’ll call him again, and if he can’t, then maybe Laura can tell me what’s going on. Unless he and Laura were killed together in a car accident, which I don’t vibe, then Laura would call me to let me know if something was up with Andy, I’d hope. And if anything happened to him and Laura wouldn’t Michelle contact me?

This time, I’m gonna be at the front window as soon as the Caddy arrives next door, so I can see if I can get a handle on what’s going on there with that and with the freeloaders. For that freeloader to show up two mornings in a row tells me he’s probably not picking up stuff of his he forgot, but maybe he’s picking up the animal. I’m sure that Monday and Tuesday, the Caddy did take the bitch somewhere. It brings her back around 5:00.

Once again, I thought about talking to Caddy Kid when he bangs by at 7:30 at an ungodly volume that even the freeloaders never used, but what good would it do? It’d just say “Sure! No problem,” then conveniently forget to turn the music down upon cruising by here, cuz it doesn’t give a shit about others any more than the freeloaders do. It’d be just another phony mother-fucker. The only way to stop it would be to beat the shit out of it, but there’s no way I could get away with that cuz there’d be too many witnesses. Although, if Caddy kid or witnesses pointed me out and said I beat up this dude, would the pigs really buy it? I doubt it. I bet I could lie my way right out of it. Well, we’ll see. It hasn’t woken me up again yet, but if it becomes a wake-up call problem, then yes, I’ll smash its brain right into its stereo itself.

Later…

OK, it is to get the kid that El Cocko pops in in the mornings lately. So, he’s definitely not too far away as I had felt, and they’re definitely not getting along, cuz he just pulled up to the curb, jumped out of the car, and took the kid without a word to the bitch. Anyway, in order of happenings - at 7:15 the bitch walked up and down her driveway twice with the kid slung over her shoulder as if impatiently looking for her ride. She had on a red dress and her hair was tucked under at the nape of her neck. The Caddy came at 7:17. Three minutes later he came, grabbed the kid, then split. Another two minutes later, the bitch left in the Caddy with just a few door-slams this morning. So the bitch is working.

Well, they may not be getting along now, which is nice, cuz then I have much less door slamming and stress to deal with, but they’ll kiss and make up. It’s just a matter of time, then he’ll be back.

I wonder what kind of shit I’m in for this July 4th weekend. I’m hoping that kids won’t want to come over and play ball in this intense heat and that with him out of the way, it’ll be quiet, but you never know. This bitch has some sick, rude friends just like her that’d love to badger me with noise, so we’ll see.

Again, this bitch is lucky to be getting rides that she can depend on. Most people in her situation would be forced to take the bus, including myself.

There’s something I don’t get, though, about our lovely freeloaders. If they’re such good pals with the Lopezs who obviously do daycare, why can’t the bitch leave the mistake with them? Did they have a falling out? I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, but then again, they’re made for each other. Assholes go hand in hand with other assholes.

Later…

Since getting a little smaller, I’m able to fit into one of my favorite sundresses again, but I’d still look much better in it if I were 20 pounds lighter. Not a chance, though. Not a chance.

Tom cut out a piece of wall in between the hall and bedroom closet. Strangely enough, there was insulation there. Who’d want to insulate an interior wall? He put a grill in this hole he made. The idea is for the AC to circulate its air through the bedroom, through the vent in the closet door, then through the vent in the wall when the bedroom door’s shut. It was getting way too hot in there.

Fortunately, the bitch is obviously picking up the kid at the end of the day with her ride, rather than having the kid dropped off by Daddy. That’s one less door-slamming spree I have to hear and one less case of stress and worrying that he’s gonna blast in, I’m gonna lose my cool.

Where is this boy, though? The teenager. I never see him. Hell, I didn’t even know he existed till that day I threatened to shoot the dog cuz they were stupid enough to leave it outside my bedroom window to bark at 2-a-fucking-clock in the goddamn morning. They were really asking for shit from me, but anyway, I wonder why it is that I never hear or see him? He must’ve not lived there for long cuz wouldn’t he and the bitch make damn sure he played ball every day in regard to me? That may have been the kid I saw two weekends ago where they had a little slip and had some aqua car banging about. The same day the bitch came in in a white van. But anyway, I never hear or see this dude.