It appears that Randy googled me last night and checked out my blog, but chose not to contact me. Maybe he didn’t want me writing about it in my journal. Or maybe he’s just not that kind of person. But then why be curious enough to check up on me? I guess only he knows, but I’m fine with whatever he chooses to do.

Maliheh’s Gmail account was hacked by a scammer pushing diet products. I received an email that was sent to me and about half a dozen of her contacts. This is the account where we did most of our communication. I laughed at first thinking of all she must have lost since I know she saves her emails until Tom pointed out that all she has to do is reset her password. Scammers and spammers usually don’t want to delete stuff, but just use the account to send shit from.

Why the hell am I still in her contacts after all this time? She’s the one who dumped me. But I suppose it’s not like it would be in the way or noticeable. I don’t think I’ve removed everybody I’ve ever exchanged emails with for one reason or another.

What was strange was the quote enclosed in the email.

“Small crimes always precede great ones. Never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.”

I just find it odd that a criminal would hack someone’s account for the sake of promoting spam, and then enclose a quote about criminal nature.

Anyway, I don’t know if she’ll get it but I emailed her at her Yahoo account and told her she’s been hacked and that I want to be removed from her contacts. We’ll never be friends again, not that she was ever a true friend to begin with, and she shouldn’t have any reason to have my address in her contacts.

Someone’s been signing me up for a bunch of shit lately too, and I wonder if it’s connected to her. It’s probably no one I know, though.

I looked at the picture of what’s supposedly Andy’s house again, and this time I’m not so sure it’s Florida. The houses across the lake from him look huge and expensive as does his place. Did he win a bunch of money recently or something? I don’t understand how the hell he can afford such a place unless he met someone that he moved in with. What’s going on in his life, good or bad, may not affect me directly, but I can’t help but follow my curious nature. I just don’t see how he could afford such a place on his own, though. It’s got to be huge from what I can see of it. It doesn’t look like Florida, but more like it could be somewhere in New England.

As for the janitorial service I found in Boca Raton; that Boca Raton visitor could have been anybody. I’m guessing he finally met someone and moved in with them. Not sure this seems any more likely than winning lots of money as old as he is, but anything is possible. I just know he liked living alone and was as cursed with the same gender as I always was. Either way, only one of those two things could have happened. No one would give him a free house, so he had to come into money or team up with someone, horrible relationship material or not.

It was a two-story house that was mostly barren. The walls were white without anything on them, and all I could see was a couch and part of a table. The room was huge and had laminate flooring. But yeah, I’d say it’s somewhere in New England, though it could have easily been someplace like Virginia as well.

I’m kind of surprised I haven’t been trolled by him. He must be paranoid about being tracked. Or maybe that’s the one area he really did grow up in. He may still be dumb, immature, horny, and as star-struck as a teen, but he does seem to be better behaved.

As for my own home, I am really sick of living in old places. This may be a far cry from something that’s as old or older than I am, but it’s old enough that some of the windows don’t quite close all the way. One of the windows at the end of the living room, which has the largest gap, has been sealed with scotch tape. I threw a strip along the bottom edge of the window and the frame.

I have a purple shirt with a crisscross design in front on its way to me from Amazon, plus scented markers from Walmart to take to my arts and crafts group, which I’ll attend as my schedule permits unless I decide I don’t like it or the people for some reason. The backpack I’m going to use to cart the supplies in came yesterday and it’s adorable. Love its vibrant lavender and turquoise flowers.

Also from Walmart, we got him a new aqua-colored memory foam bathmat for his bathroom.

Although the house with the insanely loud car has more favorites, it’s still listed at 125K. So they either didn’t get evicted and aren’t all that serious about selling and will probably give up at some point, or they did get evicted and are stretching it out as long as possible. I wonder why they haven’t moved yet.

My ear has been worse and I’ve been a little lightheaded, but I haven’t had any hip pain lately. My heart did get a little racy for a few minutes, though, jumping to around 120. I hope it was just a peri fit. Can’t blame the meds on this one since I’m skipping every other day.

I wonder if I would have been scared if Tom hadn’t been home when it happened. I know I would have been if I’d been out running by myself. It’s too warm for working out outdoors anyway, so I’ve been hitting the skier. Not as much as I should be, but I do some.

Next week I’m going to make a point of trying to scale back my calories to 1200 and see if I can stand it. I’d settle for getting down to just 145 pounds, so that’s less than 10 pounds. If I can do it, it will be the first time in a million years I got down that low without being sick. It’s really too bad I can’t stand the anxiety of taking my meds every day, month after month because the extra blubber would come off without even trying.

My blood pressure has been normal, so yeah, it was probably only up that time due to anxiety.

Stacey showed up in my dreams again last night (what’s with all the Stacey dreams lately?), but I don’t remember what it was about.

I had a dream where I went to see Dr. A. But instead of meeting with her alone in a small exam room, she sat behind a counter with a few other people. I said something like, “I hope I don’t get the flu again because each time I get it, it hits me harder, so by the time I’m 60, it will kill me.”

A few minutes later she said something I couldn’t hear. I asked her to repeat it, but instead of doing so she simply glared at me with an annoyed expression. Tom couldn’t get her to repeat herself either.

So we left the clinic or whatever the hell it was, and before he could get in the car I was off and running down the freeway on foot. A young woman on a bike passed me a minute later. A few minutes later I waved to Tom when I saw his car coming around a bend, but he kept going. I figured it was illegal to stop there or maybe dangerous cuz of the curve.

Then I was leaving a voice message for a doctor, but as I went to speak the doctor’s name I was leaving it for, it came out as just gibberish.