Tom’s been summoned for jury duty. He doesn’t try to get out of
it like I do (since it gets him out of work), but they usually dismiss him
anyway. Other than some high-profile, scandalous murder trial, I’ve never had
any interest in doing jury duty and I won’t get into my lack of faith and trust
in our corrupt “justice” system that gives rapists a few months in prison and
years to kiters.
I suppose I’m going to get summoned next and that’s where I wish
I wasn’t vindicated in Arizona or that the prank phone calls I made when I was
young weren’t expunged from my record, although those were just misdemeanors.
So, I have to come up with some reasonable-sounding excuse to get out of it
with my squeaky-clean record. Eh, courts, cops, judges, lawyers…they can all go
fuck themselves. My only use for them is an occasional role in some of my
stories. Hey, nothing like a hottie in uniform, right? ;)
Maybe I won’t get summoned, though, since I don’t have a
license. I use my passport when I need to show my ID because that’s all I
really need since I don’t drive.
Okay, this can’t be a coincidence. It just can’t. Aly deleted
her “secret” protected account. I swear she knows my every move and she somehow
knows I found her account. But how? Has she hacked my computer to follow my
activity or did she have a tracker on Twitter? To the best of my knowledge,
Twitter can’t be tracked any more than Facebook or Ask. I just asked her on
WhatsApp if there’s a way to track Twitter just to see what she says. Oh, she
just said she doesn’t think so. I’d still like to know how she knows so much.
I’m not sure Molly looks in on me as often as she used to, but I
think every now and then she looks at my tweets, plus PB. I’m MO now so that
means she has another account I don’t know about. I keep up on the newbies, but
she might have finally caught on that she needs to be a lot less obvious than
she used to be when it comes to usernames. The visits I think are from her
always happen to match up with times she’s on Twitter, so that’s why I think
she looks in on my blog at least occasionally.
Not wanting to waste the blank incense sticks I got a couple of
years ago that are left over from when I last made my own incense, I ordered 10
1-oz. bottles in the following scents.
Blueberry
Cafe Caramel
Cedar Wood
Creamy Chocolate Cupcake
Earl Grey Tea
Hot Buttered Rum
I’m Too Sexy
Mayan Musk
Merlot Wine
Suntan Lotion
We’re also going to be getting this really cool egg cooker I
found by accident. Great thing for one listed as a “cardiac risk” to get, huh?
Hey, I’d still rather feel great and be happy and die in 10 years than suffer
and be miserable for another 30. This thing is really cool because it’s cheap
and can cook eggs in different ways while allowing me to steam vegetables on
its upper tier as well.
Heard from Dixie a little while ago who said she was proud of
herself for talking her car insurance down $150. Also, Diane will be with her
sitter until tomorrow night. Therefore, she wanted to know if I could come by
tonight and help her enjoy some watermelon.
Sure, I told her. I’m sleeping in late enough for evening
visits, and like her, I’ve been keeping indoors due to the heat. I hate being
cold and I do love summer and wearing summer clothes, but walking and jogging
in near 100-degree temps isn’t my thing.
Decided that since I can’t lose weight without starving and am
comfortable where I’m at anyway, I’m going to indulge in more variety next week
(including meat). I’ve got the lab on Friday so I’m eating as little
cholesterol as possible.
The week after next I’m going to eat as little as possible no
matter what it is to ensure my weight isn’t up when I see my doctor on the
20th. Pretty much all women gain a few pounds going into menopause, but I would
prefer not to. A few days of eating 1000 calories or less (my pigs are
screaming for me in the other room, LOL) is one thing, but doing it every day
for months is another. Plus, there would still be no guarantees that my body
would drop the weight.
Now watch…every fucking show I see and book I read will have
food in it to make me hungrier. They already do, but I’m sure it will be more
often and much more noticeable, of course. Aly’s almost as bad as Andy was with
the food talk, even if it’s just a small reference like spilling sauce on her
skirt.
Out of poor, fair, good, and excellent, I’d say my sleep was
good. I’m a little tired but not too bad. Traffic did wake me up as usual, and
while I am getting somewhat used to being woken up, I still wish it wasn’t so
damn hard to sleep here. But if it wasn’t traffic it would just be something
else, even though I have in fact lived in places where I slept better, cursed
overall in the sleep department or not. Really gotta crash with the earbud,
even if it’s not as comfortable, rather than wait to be woken up as this is
just ridiculous.
Had a dream Aly and Cam came to visit. Only Cam wasn’t a bald
black guy. Instead, he was just your average white guy with thick dark wavy
hair. At one point he wanted to go jogging but Aly didn’t want to go, so he
asked if I would. I said I would as long as we went slow because I hadn’t been
doing it in a while.
Then Aly told me she forgot to pack shorts so I loaned her a
pair of mine, not that I can imagine size 10-12 fitting her. She’d probably be
swimming in them.
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