My truck predictions were uncannily accurate, and they would’ve been even more accurate had it been a bad thing. First of all, as I was falling asleep at 3 PM, it hit me that this weekend we’d be getting a truck for sure. Tom left a message saying he’d be picking up two trucks from the same guy here in town this Sunday, a green ’77 and a white ’79 which are both Datsuns (he’s going to use the parts of one of them for the other one to cut the cost of parts down). White was one of the colors I saw and so was the mid-70s. The total cost I vibed was $750. He’ll be paying $700. Lastly, I’ll be 4-6 days away from the estimated time frame of when I sensed we’d get a truck, though I certainly didn’t see two of them.

He said he’s going to drive the one that runs over here, then Mary and Dave will tow the other one.

Why must they both come and do this? Shouldn’t Mary be staying with Mom anyway? I just don’t care to see her, but then again, maybe I do. Maybe I should give her the same cold shoulder she gave me from the moment I walked into the casino to the moment she went off on me which I simply can’t forgive her for. To me, saying “I forgive you,” is the same as saying, “What you did was okay.”

I got a birthday card and check in the mail from Mom so that was nice.

PG’s still bullshitting Tom with the same story they pitched the last time. The one where they claim not to know when the new shipment of Tasha dolls will be in, but that they’d let us know when they found out.

Uh-huh. Right.

So I thought about it and decided it was time to help myself to a few treats. Yes, compensation’s definitely due, though I still highly doubt the dolls will make it to this door. It was just too easy. I mean, certainly they can’t be that stupid, can they? All I had to do was just check ‘bill me’ and that was it. Anyone could rip them off. In fact, they must get ripped off all the time, though with prices that low they can afford it. We never used this address to connect to, but even if we did, they’re so damn stupid, I don’t see how they’d put two and two together. So, Miss Rachel D. Johnson ordered 4 dolls. Those two $25 fairies, Blossom, the big $60 fairy, and then a $25 Indian doll. The supposed order came to $135, but like I said, it can’t be that easy. There’s got to be some catch. I just can’t imagine them making it here, besides, I know that at least half of them have to be out of stock.

Later…

I just discovered my Little Buddy’s gone. I guess I don’t have the power to heal or extend life after all. I am so, so devastated right now that I can’t write anymore at the moment.