It’s prime black time now, so we’ll see how they are, but I don’t think they’ll be any different now that I’ve finally had my fill of these fucks and complained on them (so I won’t be leaving the letter up above. I’ll leave a different one). You know how those fucking blacks are - always gotta be the center of attention. They’re so rude and so selfish I can’t believe she even smiled at me when we moved in here.

We were out for most of the weekend, but when we were here, they just wouldn’t sit still. They’d be quiet for a while, then they’d get pretty damn noisy. While I was listening to music, Tom said it sounded like they were building something over there.

God’s forcing these noisy blacks and Mexicans on me and I just don’t know why! I just don’t get it! Why is it always me? Why can’t I live next to quiet, white neighbors, huh? Why is that so much to ask for? If they absolutely have to be blacks or Mexicans, can’t they at least shut up and leave me the fuck alone? Why do I have to hear every fucking move they make?

God, I hate blacks and Mexicans! Fuck the motherfuckers!!! It’s like - here we go again with the shit they bring. It’s no wonder so many people hate them. They deserve any hatred and shit they get for the way they carry on in society without a care for anyone or anything but themselves.

Anyway, I left the office a message about them and about the fact that neither of us was too happy that they entered this apartment without our permission first (they left another stool in here while we were out Saturday). That was nice of them, but they could’ve and they should’ve waited till someone was here.

The cock at the office called and talked to Tom this morning before we headed out. The fucking painting of the doors that just couldn’t wait till we were out of here was brought up. Tom let them know I have asthma and that we don’t want our door left open either, while we’re out. The dude said he’d paint the door with it shut while we were out and would do the edges after we left, after lying about having asthma too.

The cock said he’d talk to next door, and there was a note on their door waiting for them, but again, I know blacks. When they do consider those around them, it’s to go out of their way to deliberately harass them one way or another. Nothing will ever change with the blacks of this world. Nothing.

Tom said the guy said I was very angry. Even though he denies this, I can tell Tom doesn’t believe me when I tell him I didn’t swear or use the N-word any more than he believes me when I tell him I didn’t call the Mexican a slur, but oh well. I know what I said, and of course I was angry. I had every right to be. What did the guy expect? For me to call up laughing about it? I didn’t know who I wanted to beat the shit out of more - the blacks or the lying little cock.

They just got in over there and I can hear them stomping their asses off next door now and the kids are right in front of our place screaming. It just has to be our place that they have to play in front of. They’re not doubt totally furious now, but tough fucking shit! If you’re gonna run around like a bunch of wild animals, you should expect complaints like this. They gotta know we were the ones to complain too, cuz they're pals with the people on the other side of them, and no one’s below them now. The people below them got locked out for not paying up and it’s gotta be due to either the blacks, the hassles around here with the painting, or both. So many things are fucked up around here. Especially considering what people are paying. They don’t even have numbers on their fucking oven dials, so I couldn’t bake my macaroni and cheese in the oven the other day.

I think the blacks are permanent residents and that the white trash on the end next to them definitely is. They must’ve done bartering where they agreed to let the guy, his lady, and his animal boy live here in exchange for his painting, etc.

I dig how they left us a note after they got done painting while we were out saying, thanks for your “coroperation.” Fucking idiots can’t even spell.

The blacks below us are also a noise problem, but they’re easier to deal with than next door. The fucking blacks live in their bedroom, constantly banging drawers and shit around, but the fan takes care of them a lot easier, but when I come out to do writing, for example, I have to go through the hassle of dragging my headphones out cuz of the blacks next door. I just don’t understand why everyone’s gotta force their ways on others. It’s not that I’m against blacks and Mexicans being so loud, it’s when they force it on others who don’t want to hear it that I have a problem.

Tom bought the six priority mail stamps needed for my manila envelopes, but who knows when we’ll actually mail them? I decided I’d let the black bitch’s shit go first before the Mexicans’, cuz I don’t want to confuse the postal people with 3 manila envelopes addressed to that same address.

Anyway, let me back up to Saturday. I still say Sekarina and Chyna aren’t gonna happen, but he disagrees. He called the HSN and they said both those item numbers were sold out, but he thinks that they got a new batch of these dolls and that they have different item numbers online. He had them change the address, and tonight he’s gonna try to see if he can order those two, but I’ve pretty much written them off as lost causes just like with Marisa. I still do intend to check back on Marisa later on, though, and on Glenora, too. It’s just that I can’t afford Sekarina, Chyna, and Glenora right now without going over my thousand-dollar limit. I’ll only get Glenora if I’m right about Chyna and Sekarina, but with my shit luck, she won’t be available, either. Between mid to late November, though, Pine Leaf, Sacajawea, and Colette should be here so that’s good.

After getting lost for what seemed like the millionth time, and stopping for Jack-n-the-Box we went out to the land. It doesn’t have the greatest mountain view since they are far away, but it’s still beautiful and I can’t wait till the day we finally get there no matter what God’s gonna do to us for it. I just want to get there and to hell with what he has planned for us! It’s absolutely gorgeous there and it was dead quiet. Of course, that’s to be changing as soon as we get there, but we won’t share the same walls with loud, rude, obnoxious, selfish little fucks, and they won’t be just 3’ away, either! The only thing I didn’t like was the garbage that ran through the wash over the years; mostly broken glass. Tom said it’s 30 years’ worth of stuff. I’d think so since it’s not like there are a lot of people out there. You can only see a few houses in back and they’re not near the wash. Anyway, we’ll clean it up as best we can.

We discussed where we want the house and took some pictures.

Tom spoke to Steven today, but couldn’t get in touch with Gravity.

We tested the road we’d normally take to go to Melanie’s and it’s about a 45-minute drive. Very scenic, but long. Nonetheless, we’ve agreed to stick with her at least for the rest of the year.

We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way back.

We were at a huge mall Saturday which was mobbed. It was either that or sit here and listen to the blacks bang around. They had a little cart in the center of the aisle with dolls. I’ve never seen them in an isle cart before. They were just so-so. At first I was like - oh, I have to have that Japanese (or Chinese) doll in the red satin dress - but when I got a closer look at her face - nope. I saw several different boring porcelain dolls in different places.

Just when I was about to give up hope of this mall having those Indian babies I wanted, I found them. And I’m so glad I got them where I did too, cuz no one else seems to have them with the pretty jewelry that mine have. Tom was right, though. They are everywhere.

I got $80 Asha, who’s about 10” sitting. She’s the crying one. After seeing a crying one today with its eyes open, I’m glad I got mine with its eyes closed. It looks more natural and just seems to go with the expression better. It’s cool to see the open mouth with the little tongue inside. Her hair’s in two braids. I took the maroon ribbons out that were on the ends, though, cuz I like the white rubber bands under it better. Both doll’s outfits are the same except for their colors (I don’t know if you’d call the material felt, velvet, or a type of suede). Also, Nyla, my other doll who’s about 20” long, has a silver/turquoise necklace and bracelets. Asha’s sleeper is white, and just like Nyla, only her hands and head are porcelain. The rest of her body is stuffed, but they’re stuffed a little differently. Asha’s is harder and feels more like a stuffed animal. Nyla’s is like a beanbag. She’s weighted to feel like a real baby too, and is almost as realistic as Bailey is in size/looks. Asha’s in a sitting position, although her legs do move and she can be laid down. Her arms move, too. She wears a necklace of red beads, with a few lighter colored ones, and an I-don’t-know-what-you’d-call-it around the head. It’s of the same material as the sleeper is, and it’s a strip of material that’s tied around the forehead with a knot in the back of the head. There’s an oval silver design made of aluminum in the front and it’s also on the chest of her sleeper, too. It’s the same case with Nyla, too. Hers, though, is deep red and so are her hair ribbons. It’s like a wine red, I guess, and boy is she adorable! Both dolls are very different than anything I’ve had yet. She too, came with her eyes closed, although hers are shut cuz she’s sleeping. I put Bailey in a sitting position with Nyla’s head on her lap and it looked so cute/realistic. I took a couple of pictures of it.

I’ve got Nyla, Asha, and Falling Star packed in the box that Nyla and Asha came in, which is a nice box with those little pieces of foam to keep them stable. Also, I named these two dolls myself.

Thank God I didn’t settle on that $200 redhead!

For variety, I put Bailey’s hair in two ponytails, and again, it looks very realistic.

At an outlet where things were dirt cheap, I got two outfits for just $4. They’re a combination of shirt/shorts.

Got a $17 fake plant with pink flowers. Some of the flowers hang down like a spider plant, so it’s really pretty. It’s got a boring white plastic hanger, though, so I’ll have to decorate it when we get to the house.

I checked pet stores for a new wheel for Ratsy, but couldn’t find one big enough. No one’s got mice and rats these days. That’s a bummer. How am I gonna get any more after we move? Ratsy’s still the only one that wheels, though. Porky jumps in the wheel sometimes, but only to keep Ratsy from pinning him when they play the game of pin the opponent.

Got a Lita Ford CD with that song I like that I heard only once on the 80s station back in Phoenix. I’m sure that once we get hooked up with a satellite again, though, they’ll play it all the time.

Yesterday I got a couple of puzzles to do on the dresser in the bedroom at Walgreen’s, and a magnet with a cactus on it.

We went to look in CompUSA, and then an excellent store called Borders. They have books, music, and videos. I got four books. A V.C. Andrews one, and a few ghost/murder mystery books. He got a book on making decks, garages, and things like that.

We also went to Denny’s again where I got my steak and eggs. This Denny’s had a very different layout from any other I’ve seen. A big old lady was sitting nearby. She got up, then walked past us just as the food was delivered and she said, “That steak’s bigger than you!” 

Now that’s a compliment. Yeah, but I gotta watch all this eating I’ve been doing. Yes, I’ve done a great deal of walking, but you know how my body just doesn’t burn calories like it used to, and walking’s never helped my weight in the past.

We’ve picked up groceries along the way and went to Jiffy Lube for a tune-up, but you know what? It looks like God’s hit us with yet a new round of car problems. Can’t we ever have a fucking car that works?! God, we don’t need car trouble now! We don’t! We have enough to do! Have some compassion, will you? We’ve been punished enough. Tom says it’ll be no big deal, but yes it will be. We’re due for another round of car trouble, and God knows he has no place to work on the damn thing other than Mary’s driveway. Anyway, this latest shit has to do with the power steering fluid leaking, which is making this grinding sound.

Yesterday and today we looked at two trailer lots, but so far we didn’t find what we’re looking for. We’re looking to rent a little trailer that we can live in on the land till the house is ready. Like Tom told the cock in the office, though, we’re out of here by the 24th even if it means sleeping in the street. I just hope we can find something affordable before the house is built and ready.

We went to a different mall today and I ate Chinese while he ate pizza.

While I was there I got scented lotion, a free bar of soap to go with it, and some pretty, colorful, shiny hair clips. I’d really like to get these pretty, colorful rhinestones you put in your hair some time. The saleslady had them in her hair and they looked cool.