Thought I’d get in an entry before it gets noisy here. Yesterday was pretty awful. Turns out I blamed the wrong person for the sawing, though. It wasn’t Bob, it was the other asshole at the opposite corner. Even though they’re about 5 houses away, the sawing could be heard loud and clear in here because it’s a straight shot from their place to ours. There are no houses in between to block the sound.

There was also somebody sawing on the corner opposite them, but luckily for me, there are houses that block that one so it can’t be heard in the house. In fact that one can’t even be heard if I step outside. I would have to go down the street and around the corner.

I still don’t understand why these people can’t at least have the decency to shut their fucking garage doors. One of them, though, does not have a garage door. I could see some pretty sophisticated equipment setup specifically for woodworking projects at that place, too.

That’s 4 people into this shit on this little block alone. I just don’t get why the park allows for such loud racket. They designate places for the residents for gardening, for exercising… so why not this shit? I wonder if the park is even aware that this shit exists. Certainly they can’t be aware of the mutt left outdoors on the other side of the block. That thing is rarely, if ever, allowed indoors. My guess is that as long as you are of age, your mutts don’t exceed 25 pounds, and you pay your space rent, the park doesn’t give a shit what you do. Technically I could stand out in the street screaming all day, and as long as it’s daytime, it’s considered “normal” daytime noise.

We talked about soundproofing, but since soundproof windows are very expensive, we were thinking about these special wallboards that you add to your inner exterior walls. It would be sort of like adding an additional wall, only you leave a bit of space in between. This acts as a sound absorber. The only bitch to this is that we not only shouldn’t have to soundproof in a retirement community, but we would have to repaint these particular walls. We’re not even finished with the rest of the painting we planned to do. We did so much so fast that we felt we needed a little break. Plus, Tom was working so much overtime. We still have a lot more to do than just the walls.

Just saw a couple of squirrels chasing each other in the street. How cute!

It’s still quiet now, but it’s only just after 10 o’clock. For now, I try to remind myself how much noise I’d hear if we were in the mainstream. Yes, the saws are annoying. Yes, the landscaping is annoying. But here we don’t have to deal with welfare bums, college kids, the Brady Bunch, and loud music. I do sometimes hear car stereos off in the distance at night, but that’s more of a summer thing when they have the windows open.

I’m down a total of 3.6 pounds, which is better than nothing, but there’s no way I’m going to lose 1.4 pounds by tomorrow morning and be down the total 5 pounds they say you’ll be down at the end of the Fast Five. My metabolism is simply way too slow, though I’ve lost more inches than pounds. Again I am wondering if it really is worth it. Clinically speaking I’m only 22 pounds overweight, so maybe I should just keep on doing what I was doing before where I would eat sensibly during the week and a little more on weekends. Doing this pretty much keeps my weight in the same area as long as I work out, but I also understand that I’m a little more than a week away from my period so I’m going to start getting backed up in water and all that. I have until the end of the month to decide whether or not I want to keep going with Nutrisystem or not.

Tom guesses that I’m going to be down to 140 pounds at the end of the month, but I say there’s no way. I think I might make 145, though.

Last night I had a dream that somebody on Ask asked me what I feed the rats. I said that I have eggs every other morning for breakfast and then pancakes on days that I don’t have eggs, and that I share that with them. In reality, I have cut unhealthy foods such as these out of my menu. I only have them when I go to restaurants.

Later…

Well, Alison has proven that she can still be a liar at times. I was looking at the newest users listed at the bottom of the front page on Prosebox when I came across one I thought sounded like something Kim would create. Sure enough, I found that I had been blocked by that account. I then logged out so I could view it from the outside looking in so long as the account was set to public to see if it was really her or not, and it was. It let me block the account in return, though I don’t know how. I didn’t think we could block accounts that have blocked us first, but that’s not the point.

The point is that I still can’t fully trust Alison because she wouldn’t admit she was the one that blocked me after telling me she created that account to post shit along with Kim. Well, first she said they both run the account. Then she said that she made and runs that account. Well, if that’s true then she’s the one that blocked me.

I told Aly that I “found” the account, making it seem like I could see into it just fine and asked if there were any other accounts of Kim’s I didn’t know about cuz I wanted to block them. She said just that one and the one she made last week (which I blocked), but when I logged out of Aly’s public book another Kim account appeared that had blocked me. So either Aly’s lying about there being just two accounts or Kim changed the u/n. My guess is she did change the u/n.

In asking that she give me future links to block, I explained that I realized it may be a bit hypocritical of me to ask her not to give her any links of mine while I ask for hers, but come on, she knows who stalked who. Yet she just won’t see Kim for what she truly is. All she says is that I may have my reasons for not liking Kim, but she would rather not talk about it and doesn’t want to get in the middle of things. Either way, I’m sure Kim will block me the instant she creates the dozens of accounts she’ll no doubt create there, but any chance I get to deny the stalker the chance to act like the victim suits me well.