My 34th birthday, which was yesterday, wasn’t pleasant for the most part, but neither are most of my birthdays. I don’t know if it was my gut instinct or just logic, but somehow I knew he’d be tense and moody. I feel like he uses my birthdays to take out any negative feelings he’s ever had towards me. What’s he gonna do when his birthday rolls around? Bait me into a fight so he can feel like he has an excuse to “get me back” on my next birthday? Well if I’m right about what he’s been up to - it’s childish and getting very old.

Before I continue - I’ve been up since 6:30 and haven’t had a bite to eat all day! Yeah, but I’m gonna have a bag of popcorn later.

Anyway, on my birthday, we went to the grocery store, to get the 13 dolls I had in mini storage, and to those southwestern shops in Scottsdale. They had a fairly decent-sized Indian doll for just $50 and lots of beautiful knickknacks. For my birthday, he got me a beautiful vase with cactuses and gold lines threading through it.

Our stay at the Southgate was quiet, but what is it with these housekeepers calling to see if you’ve checked out yet? Shouldn’t they have this information in their charts?

Let me cover the shit that went down last week at the Fairfield and get that out of my system. It was 9:00 and I was just about to settle in to watch a new movie when all of a sudden, I heard a ton of banging and kids giggling. At first I thought it was coming from next to us, but Teresa, a nice girl who works here, said it couldn’t be after she talked to him. It was just one older guy. Back in our room a little later, Tom had woken up and said it sounded like it was coming from above us on the 3rd floor. So I called down to Teresa, and sure enough, there were four kids up there, and these people had already been complained of and moved before. That’s right God - stick ‘em on top of me! Why does he always stick them on me in fours? Four NHA monsters, four Mormonettes, etc.

Teresa had to call them twice to get them to shut up, and they were quiet for a while till they woke me up at midnight. This was the final straw. I called downstairs and this time, the guy whom I bitched to about that old biddy answered and I told him that they had to go and that I wanted the cops called and that I wanted them out. He said OK, and they obviously were really booted out, cuz there wasn’t a sound after that.