As expected, Tom didn’t initiate sex though he had the opportunity to do so. Again, it’s not that I’m thinking, oh, I just have to get it on with this guy, it’s the saying one thing and doing another that bothers me and makes me feel played with, so to speak.

As for what to do with our tax return, I told him I’d leave that up to him and that I’d be okay with doing whatever he chose. I don’t think he really wants to sleep together any more than I do, so I think he’ll put some of it towards bills while we have fun with the rest.

I’ve been asking him what he wants for our June anniversary and he said that perhaps I could get him a shake blender when we go to Walmart. Just like you can get coffeemakers that brew by the cup, you can get blenders that blend by the cup. His Slim-Fast shakes don’t dissolve easily, so this is why something like this would come in handy for him.

The Sharons were planted today in front.

As usual, the wind began around 9:30 AM and stopped at dusk. To me, this seems like the winter that won’t go away, though Tom says it’s a typical Arizona winter. Every time it heats up, it ends up cooling back down. We didn’t need the AC at all today. At least it saves us money.

Tom’s now down to 209 and I can’t get under 124 for the life of me. I remember I went through that before where it seemed I could never get under 124. I still think I will, though. I’ll give it a month. Then, if God won’t allow me any control over my own body yet again, I’ll just stay where I’m at. I’m just amazed that yesterday’s eating spree (I still take a day off each week) didn’t put a pound on me. I had to have had at least 2000 calories.

This Meagan character sounds really disgusting. To each their own, of course, but she’s into body piercing which always grossed me out. Not just nose and tongue rings, but supposedly, this one’s got earrings at the nape of her neck which sounds very uncomfortable. No, it sounds excruciating. How does she sleep on them?

From work, Tom showed her pictures of me, the rats and the dolls (she noticed I don’t have a lot of white dolls, although I counted 23 whites and 17 non-whites, excluding Barbies). Not surprisingly, I don’t seem to be her type any more than she seems to be mine. I’m most men’s dream come true while I’m most women’s turn-off. I’m just too feminine for most women, although I sure could get a butch way, way easier than another fem.

Nonetheless, Meagan and Stacey’s wedding is still on for the 25th. I’m curious about it, but at the same time, it’s just one more thing I gotta gear my schedule towards.

I toyed with the idea of sending Mary some money since I know and understand how tough it is getting established in jail (at least she’s not on meds). It takes a lot to get stocked up initially on things. For now, though, I think I’ll be selfish and leave it to her family to take care of her. I guess they’re sending $35 a week as they don’t want her spending the money on losers. Her aunt even demanded receipts before she left Arizona.

Tom and I both agree that it’s a hell of a coincidence that I place spells on people who end up sick. Now I’m using Meagan’s mother for more practice. Tom suggested I try to make her more open-minded, but I doubt I could debigotize someone. Besides, my goal is to perfect the skill of inflicting pain, injury or illness upon those who either burn us or that we simply don’t like, so I’m going for her upper respiratory system. Colds, allergies, things like that. Nothing too serious. I mean, she may be a bigot, but she never did anything to us personally.

I must admit I haven’t worked much on my story, but I figure there’s no hurry. I think for now I’ll go do some fine-tuning.