I asked him what I should name today’s blog post and he said Marissa, so Marissa it is.

Ran out to Rite-Aid for some Moscato, plus a $10 gift set containing Victoria’s Secret Love Spell-inspired scented body lotion, perfume, and a roll-on.

Disgusted that a pig gets suspended for posting on Facebook that he thinks a bullet should be put in the heads of Biden supporters and that they suspended the Twitter account of someone who said a couple of people should be beheaded. Not because of what they said but because I know that had I been the one to say such a thing, I would have had to go to jail, pay thousands of dollars, and go through all kinds of hell. I still won’t let anyone stifle my speech within reason, though. I’m not the naive little sucker I was 20 years ago either. I know it’s always best to avoid court unless you’re forced and have no choice.

At least things are looking up for Joe and Kamala! And I’m still psychic, LOL. I would rather lose more of our much-needed money to other countries in order to gain other benefits of having Democrats in charge than have another four years of a crazy dictator who hates women and gays with a passion, Not to mention that truly believes that everyone can somehow pay their own medical expenses no matter how poor they may be and that that’s the way it should be.

Tom said I would hear about racism less with Biden in power after I told him I’m almost as sick of hearing about Trump as I am about racism since Trump is the one who’s stirring that up (even though his hatred lies mostly within the opposite sex and his homophobia). Oh, I totally believe the pigs brutalize blacks. But the whites get it too. It’s just not what the media chooses to focus on. But no matter how much of everything else may be exaggerated if not downright lies to spite whites or to get ahead, too much is too much. I don’t expect the over-addressed subject to die down completely since there’s been an obsession with it since the 90s but hopefully, there will be a lot less of it.

People are getting braver, I’ve noticed. When I think about it, it really took a lot of guts for that woman to tell me to watch my mouth when I could have easily taken them both and I’m sure they must have known that. Yeah, they were taller like most people are, but I was a lot younger and probably fitter, so it took guts to say that to someone who was as pissed as I was. Believe me, I saw my own spittle fly from my mouth as I was shouting at them.

Then there was this video I saw when browsing random YouTube videos. There was no visual, but you could hear the recording a student made of this black bitch of a teacher threatening one of the students. After being told she would simply “drop her,” the student said, “Yeah, right.”

Kids these days are much more defiant than they were when I was a kid because I would have been stunned into absolute horrified silence if my fifth-grade teacher had said such a thing to me as I think most students would have. Sure enough, though, as twisted as the laws are, the student got suspended for recording her teacher when she thought she was doing the right thing. I doubt anything happened to the teacher, but I don’t know.

My skin has been so dry since we haven’t gotten any real rain in half a year, but it looks like we might get some today. Today’s the first day that’s very fall-like. It’s breezy, the leaves are coming down like crazy, and it’s nearly 20 degrees cooler.

Fortunately, he isn’t going to be working outside today. Yesterday he took care of the trapdoor where they read the meter so I don’t have to get woken up just for them to read the fucking thing when I’m asleep during the times they come around each month. He did it to make it easier for himself too, when he turns off the water like he’ll have to when he finally tackles the shower project. He put a hinge on the wooden plank and will put some foam around the edges to cushion it so they can’t slam it.

Now I know those strange “bangs” that would sometimes wake me up weren’t just dreams or car doors next door. Why do people feel the only way to close doors of any kind is to slam the holy shit out of them?

And why must every vehicle that delivers the papers be loud? At first I thought that was just an odd coincidence despite how many loud vehicles there are out there, but the park must require it. I wondered why the hell they would want something loud coming in here that early in the morning but I think it’s to warn anyone that might happen to be out at that time and not paying attention since there usually isn’t much traffic before 5 a.m. anyway.

My hip is better today but not perfect. My shoulder still hurts too. Just not much as long as I don’t use it too much. I’ve got to kick that damn front shoulder raise exercise out of my Bowflex routine!

Had a series of mish-mashed dreams that made no sense. First I was in the home of an old lady in Texas that follows me on PB. I felt bad for waking her up to ask something about her house. And then we were chatting later on when she was awake.

Then we were driving through Las Vegas and I was pissed I didn’t have my phone with me to take pictures.

Then I was in a large store and spotted a beautiful doll in the back corner of it. I arrived there with my bike and a couple offered me a ride back home if I wanted it and gave me a business card.

I headed over to check out the doll that was large and posed doing a handstand. A Hispanic family was checking it out too, crowding the doll and leaving me no room to get a good look at it. Frustrated with their rudeness and selfishness, I headed back to the front of the store where I was going through some things that were laid out on a couch before realizing someone had stolen my bike that I stupidly left unlocked. I noticed other bikes were secured with cable ties and wished I’d been as smart.

I asked the couple that offered to drive me home if their offer still stood who were sitting at a table outside the store, and at first they were reluctant. I was able to talk them into it saying it would be just a 2-minute drive down the street.