I created another account on Prosebox based on a character from my upcoming book, got bored with it after two days, and deleted the journal but not the account. Besides, I’m going to be too busy with Camp NaNoWriMo to be playing pretend games. I was mostly curious to see if that account would get more traffic than my real one, and it might have a little bit. The younger people are more popular, especially if they write about sex and dating and all that shit. With the kind of code that the site supports, I couldn’t always tell which account my viewers were going to. 

This park sure does love to piss me off at times. I got up at noon and went to pee and found that the water had been off earlier because of the way the pipes were spitting air at first. Then when I went to run dishes I couldn’t get the damn dishwasher working. All it would do was spit out air. I tried restarting it but that didn’t help. Finally fed up, I called the office and spoke to a guy named Larry. He was really nice about it, but I thought that the 10-hour outage we recently had was supposed to be so they could finally fix things once and for all. Well, he said it was, but they had another one of their little “emergencies,” and he said the water wasn’t off long. It doesn’t matter how long it was off. Even if it’s only off for a minute, that still fills the pipes with air. I informed him that if my husband was unable to fix the dishwasher, they WILL reimburse us the costs, but I was able to get it going after I let it sit there a while doing nothing. 

I put Hoodie in the ball last night, and just when I thought he was actually going to walk around the thing, he does the same thing… just sits there and pisses and shits. As for Simone, the little shit has hidden the tub drain plug somewhere. She sure was funny after I got back from my bike ride last night. I got some music going on my old phone, set the egg timer for 15 minutes and placed it in my basket, then went out riding shortly after 9pm. It was gorgeous out! I nearly ran over a skunk that was crossing the other side of the circle and I thought, “Oh shit, it’s going to spray me once it passes and its ass is facing me because that’s where the spray comes from.” But it didn't. I saw a documentary on them once and they will actually only spray as a very last resort, like if you are totally in their faces. What was funny was how Simone was oh so happy to see me when I got back, like she hadn’t seen me in years. 

I had a dream about Dorene and a young Arsenio Hall. Dorene was a fellow VH sister I never met because she was there after I was. We were Facebook friends until she eventually misunderstood a comment I made and dumped me. I didn’t mind because I was tired of hearing how oh-so-horrible blacks supposedly still have it today (she was mulatto) as if it were still 1930 or something. Well, we’ll see how “awful” things still are for them when the black teen charged with assaulting a white teen and her three-year-old cousin in Texas isn’t charged with the hate crime that it was and is given little more than a slap on the wrist. Meanwhile, those of us with common sense know that had the colors been swapped, she would be charged with a hate crime and would get at least a few months. For reasons I’ll never understand, some violent offenses actually receive less time than some petty nonviolent offenses. So if she were white, where she probably should have gotten a year, she would probably get 60 to 90 days. But the little terror is black. I doubt she’ll even do a week. The only thing that may cause her to do a little more time than most her color would get these days is the three-year-old. 

Anyway, in the dream, Dorene and Arsenio were on some social site (I don’t know which one) and I was watching their comments in the news feed. Dorene’s comments were as negative as they usually were in real life, and Arsenio, who seemed to be some type of moderator, asked her what was with all the comments on corrupt cops lately. 

Then I was standing on a rocky cliff by the sea watching the sunset and then my Romeo and Sugar ratties were alive again, though barely. They were both in a large room in some house where there were also small kittens and puppies as well as little kids. After a while, I went to retrieve them and bring them back to their cage. I found Romeo right away, but I searched and searched for Sugar and could not find him. I looked under a tiny bed in which a toddler lay napping underneath it on the floor. When I finally found him he was emaciated and appeared to be very dehydrated. 

For some reason, the cage was in my parents’ room (why do these abusers always come back to life in my dreams?) and it was now nighttime. As I approached the door with Sugar, I could see that they were still up by the light that was seeping out from underneath their door. I entered the room, and as I placed Sugar in his cage next to Romeo, I said, ”If you believe in prayer, pray for him.” LOL, Nothing I would say in real life since I know prayer is just wishful thinking.