I’m taping a 3-hour doll show now to see if they show Glenora again so I can at least get her code number which I was stupid enough to tape over. I won’t be able to pick out a doll for a few weeks, though, cuz Tom went over the limit on the credit card.

Two things went as I predicted. One was that Tom won a small amount of money at the racetrack yesterday ($16) like I saw, and two, the freeloaders were quiet. It’s today or Monday that they may make a ruckus.

Woke up at 112 pounds. Tom says it cuz I was stuck (I’m now unstuck). Even so, I took a water pill so I don’t have to starve for two weeks to get back under 110.

Yesterday, Tom not only surprised me by suddenly leading me to the bed for fun but also with how wonderful a job he did when he went down on me. I even got off. For your average woman, it’s a million times easier to get off when you go down on her than when you screw her. Screwing can’t hit the clit just right and in the right kind of way. At first he told me I didn’t have to get off since that’s not what this was all about, but I did. He did such a good job. Better than he’d usually do.

Once again, though, I don’t like the lying. That’s the only thing I have a problem with. He claimed, upon us getting into bed, that he didn’t know what would happen. You mean to tell me he just “happened” to go down on me after not doing so for ages? I don’t think so. I know he planned to go down on me, which was great. I needed the change. All we’ve been doing is screwing. But must he lie about it?

God really does find all kinds of ways to ensure our destinies. Even if it means using others to help. What I mean by this is that since we’re starting all over, he’s gonna use this as an excuse to not cum for years. Well, I hope he’s happy and doesn’t mind sacrificing cumming with his wife.

So, since we’ve gone back to the beginning, I can enjoy being selfish by having the sex be just for me, and not having to wash cum-stained sheets. If he’s as serious as he has been about going back in time and reenacting the sex we had in the beginning, then we’ll be having 1-sided sex for sure and he won’t cum till around the middle of 2001. Oh, how good it feels to have sex like this now! In the beginning, when we had our 1-sided sex where he didn’t cum, it was miserable for me. I hated it and I hated the infrequency of it, too. But now, if we switched to having sex more than once a week and during weekdays too (he claims he doesn’t know when or how often we’ll have sex), I’d be bored silly with it like never before.

I typed him up a little Valentine’s note and now I’ll go get my Evie messages.

Later...

Wow. No Evie messages. I wonder if I sent Dureen and Art a blank message, though. I thought it’d be funny if they found that I found them yet again, and took a moment to think of their most loved things, besides themselves. I came up with their bird and dog and so I typed in maxchicken. This produced no results, so then I tried chickenmax and the thing went through. I’ll know if it’s them in a day or two if the name changes again. If I send a message to chickenmax in a couple of days and get a message saying there’s no such user - it was them. If it’s them since their names didn’t work, their animals didn’t work, that should mean the flags would be next. Chickenmax, though, does seem like a name people may use. I mean, it doesn’t sound too original, so if I had to guess, I’d say it wasn’t them. Even though they do have a bird named Chicken and a dog named Max, Doe66 was more obvious than chickenmax.

Along with going to the track, Tom stopped and got me ink cartridges and some really cool treats for the mice that Mary gets for her hamsters. It’s colorful, crinkly strips of paper in a thin, cardboard box that they chew their way into. It’s got pink, blue, and yellow paper. He got one box that’s a couple of inches wide that I put in the small aquarium (I set up the aquariums again) and a box that’s about six inches wide that I put in the big aquarium.

I found a neat way to set up tubes in the rat’s cage. It’s hard to connect the tubes to the shelves once the shelves are inside the cage, but you can’t really do it before putting the shelves inside cuz they won’t fit through the doors. So I used the chains that hook the hammock on that they never used and it’s really cool. I think they like it. The chains hold the tubes in place, so I created a little ramp-like thing. The plastic rings that go on these tubes have holes in them for the chains.

I still have a strong vibe saying we’ll move in June, or very close to June, but what if the house takes close to a year to sell? God, I hope not! Tom says that houses out here are commonly selling in just 30 days lately. Well, I hope it stays that way and that it sells fast enough for us. I’ve seen houses take way more than 1-2 months to sell out here.

Thank God the freeloaders don’t know we’re moving soon enough, cuz if they did, they’d probably figure it was close enough that I wouldn’t complain to the city if they went back to their old shit. They would’ve thought wrong.

Later...

I feel like it’s Monday morning. A regular Monday morning, that is. God, I wish that were true.

Anyway, I watched the doll show and no Glenora. They had a couple of OK dolls, though. I wrote the code number down for one of them just in case. She’s a 24” doll named Giselle and she’s $50. The only thing I didn’t like about her was the frilly thing she had on her head. It was some kind of hat that might have had feathers. I wonder if I’ll be able to get the damn thing off her head if I get her, what with the way they glue/weave hats on. I don’t know why, but it seems that doll makers are obsessed with putting things on the doll’s heads. You almost never see a doll with nothing on her head. She was a ballerina-type doll and although her outfit was gorgeous, once again, it was blue. Blue seems to be the number one color for doll clothing. They had a lot of William Tung dolls (the guy who made Glenora), but most of his dolls were hideous. They had a 36” doll for just $119! She was pitiful, though. Short hair, shitty outfit.

For variety’s sake, I put Bailey in the floral dress with the purple trim that one of my teddy bears wears. It doesn’t exactly go with her blue hair bows, but I don’t want to take them out in case I can’t get them back in too easily. I cannot believe how realistically and well she’s sculpted! Even her knees look real. I have the front part of her dress sort of bunched on her lap so you can see one of her knees. I brushed out her hair and was amazed to find how easy it was. Just like with Anne. Wish mine were that easy to brush out! When I got Bailey undressed, what I saw was a little scary. The breastplate that the head sits on wasn’t attached to the cloth body very well. It didn’t seem to be, anyway. It was only attached with a few thin strips of cloth. Well, it hasn’t fallen off yet and if it does, it looks like it could be reattached easily enough provided that the head and breastplate don’t smash to pieces first.

I wonder just how close to the sex we had in the first couple of years Tom’s planning on following. If he’s gonna do exactly what we did the first couple of years, we’re gonna have sex for me and get me off. He’ll go down on me, but he won’t cum or go on top. We’ll do only the side position and instead of going on top after banging away on the side for a while, he’ll stop either when I cum or when he feels like he’s been hard long enough. Meanwhile, he’ll never go on top. As I told him, he’s the boss in bed. Always has been, always will be. So it’s up to him what we do, but if I have to wait two years, depending on how close to the past he wants to follow through with this thing, I’ll kind of miss his being on top.

The mice are acting really weird and I think there’s a damn good chance that they’ll never use the aquariums again. They’re ignoring everything I stored away for a week or so. They’ll only stay in the two Play City cages that they’ve always used. They did this when I took away and then put back another Play City cage that I haven’t used in ages. After I took it away for a while, then put it back, they wouldn’t have anything to do with it. But why? This is weird, huh? Well hopefully, the babies will use it once they can get around on their own.

Later...

As much as I rank on this house, there are a few good things about it. Take the little living room window, for example. I’ve always loved the square window that’s between the big window and the door with its thick translucent glass. It’s exactly one square foot and Barbie fits in it just nicely. I put her in there for now, since Bailey’s not holding her now.

I really pity the next people to live here. Not just cuz of the dogs and cuz they’ll have to deal with some ball games that are so close, they’ll think someone’s throwing a ball up against the house, but cuz the freeloaders will go back to their old shit for damn sure. I don’t know if the cock will move back in, but I’m sure they’ll return to blasting their music. And I’ll bet you the sick fucks will hope that the new people will complain, however reasonable the complaint and politely made it may be, just so they can start the whole spiel all over again and knowingly and intentionally harass and blast that music till it pisses the people off. That’d be a dumb thing to do, though. Unless the people just don’t mind having their walls thumped with bass, or do it themselves too, what if the new people are even less tolerant than me? What if they do beat the snot out of her and her cronies like I wanted to and almost did numerous times? What if they complain to the city and end up getting evicted since that’d make the third complaint that I know of?

Oh, great! Bandit’s down in one of the aquariums. Maybe they will use it again, after all.