Monday, July 13, 1998

Just observed the usual routine - the Caddy came, the black cock came, the black bitch deliberately slammed her door very loud, then all was gone.

White Paws has been doing some disappearing acts. Has she had kittens again, only smartened up like her mother and had them elsewhere? She came from the freeloader’s yard and again, did she have kittens in the freeloader’s yard?

If my horoscope is right, this doctor I’m going to today will be quite bossy. Who else would boss me around? Not Tom. Well, the worst that can happen is that I don’t like her and don’t see her again.

I talked with Andy last night. I don’t believe him, but he says that if he loses this job, then he’ll go for a career change. He said he also went to a lezzy bar with Michelle. He brought his tambourine as an attention-getter. He’s soooo desperate for attention. Any attention. It’s sad. He lets guys pick him up that approach him on his late-night walks. He sucks their dicks. He’s gonna die of AIDS!

Yesterday at 3 AM, we went to the Indian reservation and this time, we held our own for longer than 5 minutes but didn’t really win. I did win $30 at one point but ended up giving it right back.

Tom trimmed the tree out front and found a problem with the car. Is it ever gonna pass Emissions, though?

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