Got a letter from the park that they’re sending everyone about driveway inspections. If it’s deemed unsafe they’ll give you a 7-day legal notice to take care of the problem. It’s OUR driveway. WE’LL decide if it’s safe or not. Not them. Besides, what if someone can’t afford to fix or repave their driveway in just a week? What are they going to do, throw them out? Why don’t they focus on more important things? Like at least waiting until 8:00 if they’re going to do such loud landscaping every single fucking day instead of starting at 7:40. Tom read the letter when he got home and he thinks it’s just someone trying to get the park to pay for their driveway. I discussed it with the Twenties on Facebook and as I told them, we never expected the park to pay for or be responsible in any way for our driveway any more than our roof, toilets or appliances. And what driveways are in such bad shape around here anyway? Tom and I couldn’t think of any and when we were out we glanced at the driveways we passed and they looked fine. There are some that are so steep that they have metal plates where the driveways meet the roads. Maybe that’s what the letter’s referring to. Ours is steep too, but not to where we need a plate.

As expected, the increase in exercise has had absolutely no bearing whatsoever on my weight. What would work hasn’t changed. Neither has the fact that I’m not willing to cut about 500 calories from my daily diet. I already eat far less than your average American consumes. That’s okay, though. It’s better this way for a few reasons. For one I don’t have to worry about how my medication may affect me and I also wouldn’t have to go out and buy new clothes after replacing my entire wardrobe or close enough to it. I’m still going to keep active because it’s good for me anyway.

I was discussing the attempted military ban on transgenders by our hateful, perverted president. The slut tried to ban them, but as Tom says, he can see the cost of the surgery as being an issue but he doesn’t understand why the government can pay for those in the military but not for those who aren’t.

I personally don’t think insurance or the government should be responsible for paying for any unnecessary surgery or other unnecessary medical expenses for anyone. But yes, the government should pay for everyone’s necessary medical expenses regardless of who they are or what they do. But as we know all too well, this country loves to play favoritism. We can send all kinds of money and supplies overseas to those affected by natural disasters, but I had to go to the county quack to get my tooth pulled in a torturous manner while we were broke and also had to neglect all non-life-threatening health issues that still needed addressing. How many fucking years did I have Hashimoto’s before it was discovered, thanks to our lovely government that cares more about illegals and foreigners than its own?

But yeah, life is often unfair and twisted. We can’t speed but a pig can even when there’s no emergency. We can’t lie but a lawyer can so long as it keeps some murderous bastard out of jail. Beat up a white person and you’ll get a slap on the wrist. Make it black and you’re going down for life for a hate crime. All in all, it seems that gays are the one and only group left that’s “ok” to discriminate against and if it’s still this way in almost 2018 then it always will be.

Unless I’m just paranoid, I’m getting the feeling that Aly is unsure whether or not she really wants to be friends again. Or maybe she’s just busy. I don’t know. Whatever the case may be, I hope she’s doing well even if I still probably shouldn’t give a shit any more than I should be friends again with Kim as there’s nothing to say that history won’t repeat itself. I guess my attitude is to enjoy the good times while they last.

I noticed the SUV of one of the workers flipping the house that was parking alongside our carport is now parking in front of Jon & Carolyn. That’s fine but I wonder why all of a sudden. Did they hear me joking with Tom about tying the empty bread bag after feeding the ducks to the handle of the vehicle? Or did Jon & Carolyn mention anything to them? I statused about wondering why they were parking on us and not by the house they were working on.

They’re sawing some shit over there today but fortunately, I can’t hear it inside the house because they’re working on the other side of it.

The laundry/bathroom floor looks great. I can see what Tom means when he says the edges aren’t perfect but since this isn’t our forever home, I don’t care. The bulk of the floor is covered and that’s all that matters. And it’s not covered with tiles that are cold as ice, have corners sticking up and gouging your feet, and sticky shit that never dries (the adhesive Tom tried to secure the edges with).

I still have sore boobs but I finally quit bleeding. Meanwhile, where yesterday my crotch was burning as if from the same inflammation I would get from the steroid cream, today I’m itchy toward the front like I would normally be without treatment. Still have bumps on my pits too. I worry that the only way to get rid of it may be oral steroids. That’s a pretty scary thought even though I have been on steroids before. This was many years ago for breathing issues. But I was young and a very different person then. I didn’t have the medication phobia I have now either. The diaper rash ointment helps, but it would really be nice not to have this shit to begin with. If it wasn’t this, though, it would just be something else. I’m destined to be cursed with something or another no matter what, and it just may be worse than this.

I dreamed I had some cat playing with the rats, then I was in some kind of facility or institution where some woman with icy blue eyes and frosty pink lips yelled at someone who was passing out things to the people there. I’m not sure what it was she was passing out but the woman that got yelled at gave me some smoked cigarette butts to supposedly cover for the fact that I bought some cigarettes that weren’t actually for sale but samples instead. I guess getting caught with the sample cigarettes would’ve meant my getting in trouble.