I am so glad it’s September! I don’t know why. I just am. Maybe it’s because I know I’m yet another month closer to getting the freeloaders out of our lives for good. I try not to get my hopes up too high, though. The pigs lied to me, they lied to me in court, so there’s no reason to believe they’re going to finally keep their word till I see them do it. All I can do is hope that they will. Meanwhile, I can never know if at the end of the probation, the freeloader’s gonna get mugged or something and I’m going to be the one to have to pay for it, with a little help from above, of course. Right now, though, I’d say everything’s going to be okay, but that’s subject to change at any point. It’s all up to the courts, not me. If they decided, hypothetically speaking, that all short people must divorce their husbands, then they’ll lose me real fast as their so-called “client.” So, as long as they don’t set me up or make any more ludicrous demands of me than they already have, there shouldn’t be any more trouble for them or for me.

September’s brought the hunting season on. They’ve been firing shots since the crack of dawn. Although we’ve still got a while yet, I’m looking forward to things cooling down, even if that means I have to see people every time I look out back. Maybe I’ll keep the blinds shut this year so I won’t have to see their constant activity. I don’t miss New England in general, but I sure do miss the woods. They really make for good privacy. This place is beautiful but too open. It’s going to be quite a while before we have oleanders or whatever for hedges high and thick enough to block them out if we ever do at all. Meanwhile, the fences are the number one priority. I want us to be completely fenced from dogs and so that people can’t drive up to the house, but I most certainly want to be fenced in come the end of probation.

God, how I wish that bitch and her boyfriend would pay me an unarmed visit! But that’s not realistic. If they were to pull anything, it wouldn’t be on us directly. They’d do shit like shoot at the house or torch it. They’re gutless cowards who could never face me and we all know it. I’ve always believed that the best policy is never to hit anyone who doesn’t hit you first (even if people like Nancy make you consider breaking that policy till you realize you could lose your visits and commissary), but these people would be a total exception to my rule. I’d gladly do things to them that I won’t even write about in this state if I could just catch them on this land. And I know I have both the strength and the mindset to do the things I so long to do too, if they could just succumb to a moment’s stupidity and step foot on this property while I was home and awake. Yeah, I know. I’ve always been a silly little dreamer, but hey, I can dream, can’t I? In most cases, dreams are all I have.

I’m just glad, both for my sake and theirs, that no one else after Nancy threatened me. I’d have completely come unglued with just one more threat. Just one more threat and I’d been all over them quicker than even I knew what hit them, without a thought or a care about the consequences. One can only take so many threats before they snap. I get to the point where I’m like, who the fuck do these people think they are going around threatening me just cuz I’m short?! Then I’m all the more determined to show them that some of us shorties aren’t going to sit around and tolerate shit like that. Some of us do fight back. When it happens again, you bet I’m going to make that person act on their threats, and you bet I’m gonna teach them a lesson and show them that small doesn’t always mean weak and helpless, not that I’m that small. Not compared to when I was between 90-100 pounds anyway. All I know is that I’m just tired of being pushed around. Throughout 95% of my life, I’ve been shit on and stepped on like yesterday’s garbage and I won’t have it anymore. Not from anyone of any race, color, age, size or occupation. I shall fight back even if it means that I’m the one that has to go down because I took a stand for myself while they get away with whatever their part in it was.

Due to the fact that it’s been quite a while since any mice have gotten into our vents, I’d say that’s a good sign right there that there are snakes living under the house.

I wonder when and where we’ll move to. We’re still at least a good 5-10 years away from making any serious money off this place from the looks of it. Although I don’t feel comfortable residing in Arizona all my life, seeing the way it treats people and the way the system is used and abused me, I don’t regret coming out here. I wouldn’t have met Tom if I didn’t! I don’t regret the things I’ve learned out here. My life has certainly been much more adventurous out here, even if it was sometimes in a bad way, so I won’t regret whatever time I end up doing here.

Anyway, I guess another reason I’m happy it’s September is cuz this is the month we take the doll classes! Tom has a sell order in for the stocks and will lower the price if he has to in order to get the money together this month for the classes, a truck, plus whatever else we get with the money. The kiln probably won’t come till January’s stocks sell.

Another reason to be happy is that I’m ordering 3 dolls this month!

Later…

I told myself I’ve got to try for his sake to be intimate with him. Especially if it’s what he really wants cuz I’d hate to deprive him. To find out just how serious he really is, I told him we’d get together next weekend (this weekend we’re busy). This way, I’ve planted the seed in his mind and if he doesn’t bring it up, neither will I, and I’ll know that I’m not depriving him after all.

He had to work yesterday. He always has to work one day during the weekend at the end of each month.

I read in the news that an 18-year-old punched his father in the nose and mouth 3 times with a closed fist (so the pigs/media says) and was charged with “misdemeanor assault.” Ain’t it a wonderful world we live in? It’s a misdemeanor to assault someone, but a felony to write something down.

Anyway, we’re going to try ripping the voices out of the songs I like to sing and making our own karaoke. That ought to be fun. Later on, he’s also going to set things up on my computer so I can record. He’s also going to do my monthly backup and burn a few new karaokes I downloaded.

I think they may be getting ready to load pictures of new dolls on PG’s site. Under the section that has new dolls, they usually have 4-6 pages of thumbnails, but now there are only two. I’ll keep my eye on them.