I’m starting to feel a little controlled by some of these neighbors. Not like in Phoenix, of course, but all I want is a nice trash-free piece of land yet they won’t let me have that. Of the 5 houses that are on lots adjacent to ours, the biggest slobs just have to be in the two houses closest to us which are next door and one of the rentals. They’re the only ones with kids, too. Meanwhile, the other two rentals and those in Dan’s place, are as neat as can be and there are no kids or dogs.

I take that back. I think Dan might have a dog or two.

Anyway, why do I always have to get stuck with so many people and dogs closest to me? It really gets old! See, Tom put the carpet and seat covers in the truck and took me for a spin in it. We cruised by the renter’s place and oh my God! They always were an eyesore, but now they’re real slobs. They’ve got a virtual junkyard back there. There’s tons of shit strewn about that’s been blowing onto our land. Bags, buckets, and all kinds of shit. Why do people feel the need to open their doors and throw their trash out? Why can’t they burn it with the rest of their shit? I know they burn cuz I’ve seen them, so why burn just some of it? I also know that if the shit hasn’t been picked up by now, it’s not going to be, and of course George won’t say anything. He wouldn’t say anything even if every available inch of land back there was covered with garbage. This was another reason I wanted the fences. They’d have kept heavier stuff from blowing over here, but I’ve known for some time now that the fences aren’t going to happen. They just simply aren’t going to happen no matter how much Tom tells me they will and I just have to learn to live with it. I just wish we hadn’t wasted the money on posts! I also wish there were laws out here on trash dumping! And to make matters worse, the wind usually blows from the back and from next door.

I don’t get it, either. I mean, they just make no sense. They’re considerate enough to ask Tom if the kids are annoying us, they’re considerate enough to worry if their horse was on our land, yet they don’t give a damn about littering our land?

I have mixed emotions about the fact that they won’t be moving anytime soon which is what the horse tells me. You don’t usually take the time to put up corrals and buy horses if you’re planning on moving anytime soon (before at least 5 years). I want them to get the hell out because there are too many of them, they’re always home, they’re always outside when it’s not real hot, and they’re fucking slobs! However, I know I could be asking to trade them in for something a lot worse if they did move. I can avoid seeing them and their trash if I don’t look out the windows that face them, but how could I close out loud music?

How I wish there was dense vegetation of some sort to catch their trash and block it and them from sight!

Another not-so-nice thing was that I called Ashton today and now they’re saying they’re not expecting the Indian doll in till July. They’re like PG lately! She said I’d get a letter if there’s any more of a delay, but I don’t know about that. No one wrote to tell me the first time around once I didn’t get the doll in the 6-8 weeks I was supposed to get it in.

I took my braids out today. I kind of missed being able to scratch my scalp easily and the area around my head was getting a little frizzy with the new-grown hairs sticking out all over. I shed enough hair to make a wig for a small doll! It took hours to unbraid and brush it all out. I do not think I’ll be doing that again anytime soon after all.

Tom’s going to help Meagan and Stacey move some of their furniture tomorrow. They’re moving from Mesa to Chandler. I just hope Meagan doesn’t turn out to be a user. The way we’ll know that will be if she only calls when she wants something, versus if she calls just to say hi.

He says they decided to go ahead and get married a few days ago. They had a small private ceremony with just Meagan’s teenage sisters. They plan to have a big party later on and I’m like, oh great, so now I’m once again going to end up feeling obligated to go to a party I really don’t want to attend. I’m simply no social butterfly.