Once I couldn’t get my animals to breed and now I can’t get them to stop! The Gray Lady’s pregnant yet again! This is the 5th time. I totally give up. I mean, you just can’t tell males from females till it’s too late. I’m probably going to fuck up sexing the GPs, too. GPs are very hard to sex because their balls rarely show. I think it’d be easier to bring the babies to the pet store. Especially what with the way they stink. Mice and rats stink up the room they’re in, but GPs stink up the whole house.

I didn’t want to lead Tom on or leave him hanging as far as where I stand on the screwing issue goes. I felt it best to be upfront with him, so I let him know - hey, I don’t want to screw. Period. Maybe someday I’ll feel differently, but right now, there’s no sense in not acknowledging how I feel. For some reason, though, he still can’t admit that he feels the same way. When I told him last week that the KY had expired and that I’d go along with him if he decided to pick some up, and he said, “I’ll definitely pick some up,” I knew he was full of shit. No, you won’t, I thought to myself. I just knew he wouldn’t and I still can’t figure out why it’s so hard for him to admit that he too, has no desire to screw. Neither of us would’ve put it off for this long if we were interested. For me, it wasn’t just that I got bored with it, but it became more of a hassle for me, more of a chore. I don’t miss that irritation I’d get, either. But why is it that I can admit to it and he can’t? We’re on the same wavelength here, so, as Helen said, why change what works? Again, it’s not because he’s ugly or bad in any way. I just don’t feel like doing it. That’s all. I don’t want any problems, either.

I threw in 3 funny pieces of BS in Teddy Bear’s copy just to surprise her and to see how closely she reads the story. I think she’ll read it, though.

Anyway, the first throw-in says: Johnson lost her mind one night in the dorms, according to Monday. She found some coke that somebody smuggled in and she said that instead of writing her up for it, she’d make her shine her shoes and she’d keep the coke for herself. So then Johnson went into the corner of the dorm and snorted up a line or two.

The second one says: In other Johnson news, she cracked me up the other night when she worked here. I guess she got really pissed off at Palma and Pancake Face Smith because she lifted them each up off the ground by their ponytails, shook them wildly while she screamed at them, then dropped them to the ground. It was great. They really hit the floor, alright! Then Johnson pled self-defense when the sergeant came, Arajo dragged Palma and Pancake Face Smith out by their necks, and all returned to normal.

The third one says: She said she also lived in Mexico for a year where she had orgies with dozens of women every Friday night.

Tom’s planting radishes, lettuce and wildflowers now that the p-dogs are gone. The rabbits can’t jump over the chicken wire fence.