On Facebook, I statused: If I see one more post on racism I think I'll scream. 

Really, this isn't the slavery ages. Why are we still feeling sorry for a group of people that to date have more rights than whites ever had, that play the race card as often as they do no matter who gets hurt along the way, and that can make any hateful statement they want against whites and get away with it??? Enough is enough already! There are more important issues to address in this world. 

I don’t care how many people automatically label me as “racist” either because it’s not hip or politically “correct” to say anything negative on the subject. Some individuals still may get shit on, but so do those in EVERY single group on earth and even more so at times. Think Muslim women like living in a society where if they so much as dare glance at a man they’re not married to they know they may be flogged, or worse, hanged? So yeah, this “whoa is black” trip we’ve been on that’s oh so hip and “in” really does get old when they have so, so much going for them these days. 

Alison said she learned of Molly’s blog through one of her fellow group homies who emailed her asking that she read and comment on Molly’s blog since she blocked Molly’s latest Facebook account and can’t ask her herself. 

Before Alison blocked her she told little Miss Missy Rosen that if she were contacted again by anyone at Marbridge, she would let the staff there know just what their residents do in their spare time. 

She sure will, even though Mommy Dearest will threaten her for it, then offer to pray for her. 

I’d still like to know how she’s restraining herself from peeking in on me as often as she writes her immature posts I’d swear were written by a 10-year-old if I didn’t know any better – when will her mother stop controlling her? She’s not spending all her money on snacks like she accuses her of doing, and she’s NOT FUCKING DATING Brad. She’s not even flirting. Oh no, he’s dating someone else to piss her and Julie off. *rolls eyes* Like grow the fuck up, will ya? You’re almost 31, not 11. 

Had to laugh at one post where she talks about leaving there cuz she’s “fed up,” and someone tells her that as Nike says, just do it! Only they obviously don’t know she’s a nutjob in a group home for the mentally fucked in the head who can’t “just do it” and leave, so fuck what Nike says, LOL. 

Won $10 of Macy’s store credit last night so I used it toward a set of magenta sheets that were already on sale. We only had to pay $16 for them. 

I don’t know why the details of last night’s run failed to post to Facebook, but I ran 1.9 miles in 37 minutes and supposedly burned 339 calories, which I don’t buy for a minute. That’s because a 30-minute walk on the treadmill says I burned 138. Why would adding just 7 minutes burn that many more calories? I agree with Tom who said it varies from person to person and that we can never know exactly what we burned. All I do know is that I can’t be burning much with a bum thyroid. 

Saw one of the loose cats they’re so worried about, but it was just inside one of the perimeter walls, so it might’ve belonged to someone outside the park. At night when I’m walking by the perimeters that have two-story homes outside of it, I can’t help but notice some of the second-floor rooms that are lit up and open. Well, someone had these really cool tape lights. Pretty sure it was tape lighting anyway. Bright stars ran along the tops of the walls and onto the ceilings. Tape lighting would be a great way to even out the lighting in a room and may be cheaper to use, too. But we have enough lamps and overheads in here, so it’s not important right now. 

Again they turned the water off, so I found when I got up. It was back on by then, but I would’ve been pissed as hell. That’s the first time I remember them turning it off twice in one week. I’ll never shower in the daytime for as long as I live here! 

In last night’s dream, I was stuck in an elevator with some woman with long dark hair that I apparently had a crush on. Knowing it wasn’t mutual, I jokingly said, “What a nightmare, huh? I mean, after all, I gotta be the last person you’d want to get stuck on an elevator with, right?” 

The elevator doors then parted and she stepped off ahead of me, ignoring me all the way.