Boy, was I one pissed puppy earlier! Before I get into it - I haven’t seen Willie again, but I saw a tall, thin white woman with that dog early one morning. It seems that the two vehicles there are a light-colored car and a light-colored van. No music yet. I figure that if they’re going to be music blasters, this weekend will be when we hear from them. By then they’ll be fairly settled and it’ll be a good time to introduce themselves to the neighborhood, knowing most people will be home. I just can’t believe we got white neighbors!!!

Now, if God would just cleanse our lives of these mother-fucking freeloaders, we’d really have it made, but of course he’d never do any such thing.

Scot woke us both up at 10:00 this morning after I’d crashed just two hours earlier. I was fuming! So furious that it took me a while to fall back asleep after we played the little game of fill out the form, and when I finally did, I slept the longest I’d slept in years. Maybe that was because I took both Melatonin and Benadryl. I expected to sleep till 6-8 PM, yet I slept till midnight.

Of course, Scot acted like he didn’t even know till today that Tom switched to nights, and I was wondering - is he really that stupid that he can’t remember shit? Or does he just not listen to people when they talk? It wasn’t just the fact that he woke us up that pissed us off, it’s the fact that he’s treating me like a common criminal. Aren’t I supposed to have written a threatening letter? Or does he think I’m this violent, dangerous psycho? He came 5 times in the 7 months of ‘01 that I was home for, yet it hasn’t even been a month and a half into ‘02 and he’s already come 3 times. He’s coming every other week now, which means I have to see his fat face every week! Well, I’m sorry, but he just doesn’t need to see me that often even if I’d written the most threatening letter in the world! That’s completely asinine, unnecessary and uncalled for, but what am I supposed to do? Contact the chief probation officer and say, “Hey, you know, one of your officers is getting a bit carried away?” Get a restraining order against the guy?

Every time I have to see him, I’m reminded of the freeloaders and what they’ve done to us. If they had just shut up and left us alone, this never would’ve happened. All this because they just couldn’t shut the fuck up and let us be! Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!! I want to kill the mother-fuckers! Yes, you fucking black bitch, pigs, and everyone else involved in this fucking bullshit, I just made a threat.

Meanwhile, I’m sure the freeloaders aren’t losing any sleep, time or money. As always, I’m sure God’s doing all he can to protect his precious little freeloaders.

Anyway, I am so, so close to absconding. I can’t just lay back and take this shit for another year and a half! It’s not fair to me and it’s not fair to Tom. Neither of us deserves this abuse. Perhaps Scot isn’t out to literally “abuse” us, but why is he suddenly bugging us here every other week over a fucking letter? Why isn’t seeing him twice a week in town enough? Why can’t he come to the house every few months? Even just once a month would be more appropriate. Well, if he’s up to something by coming around so often all of a sudden, I’ll know it sooner or later, I’d think.