I didn’t get a FedEx tracking number from Bob, so who knows for sure if my order went out today? Maybe he is holding it till he gets the grape oil to add to it.

True to vinyl nature, Dalene got here without a fight. She’s as nice and as realistic as the others. She has white nail polish instead of red and maroon like the others and wears short jeans and a skimpy halter, and she holds an American flag that matches the red/white stripes and white stars and blue background of her halter. Her heels aren’t spiked either, like the others. She’s a blue-eyed blond with shoulder-length hair. Not my type, but nice for a doll. This one’s got the nicest smile while Victoria has the nicest eyes. Karen’s face is okay, except for her nose.

Amazingly, I finally heard from Ricki who apologized for not seeing my message sooner. She said she rarely checks her messages while she’s working. She also said she’d get on UPS and let me know what they say. Tom left a message this morning, but her answering machine was screwed up.

If I don’t get the blue fairy tomorrow, Tom will play the package chase game with the seller because I’m just too sick of it myself. She’s not porcelain, though, so I don’t think there’ll be a problem.

If we don’t get the check for Valentine in a day or two, Tom will give the bitch negative feedback, though he just may do that anyway, and give it to the runner-up, assuming they’ll pay for it.

Everything that sold last night is gone except for the hat. That winner has yet to pay.

I decided to try listing a group of 4 puzzles tomorrow. If they sell, I’ll list more groups.

There’s more good Kate news. Even better than the pending release of season two, in a sense. Next Monday there’ll be a movie about their lives during the first season. I never heard of the actresses that are going to portray them (the original cast). It’s unauthorized, though, which means they can make up stuff as they go and some of it may be bullshit. I totally believe the rumors about Kate being a feisty bitch, though. I can get a good sense of people’s true nature in their acting, and her aggressiveness comes out in her acting. I never could be her girlfriend. Too much alike. Opposites really do attract, if you ask me, and I think the reason so many relationships fail isn’t just because people, in general, are assholes; they’re going for duplicates. You don’t want to be complete opposites, but being more opposite than duplicate seems to balance out better. Although I know I’m not perfect, I’m content with who and what I am, though I’d never want another me! Anyway, I believe Cheryl when she said she was intimidated by her and that she was a bully. It’s a lesbian thing, too. A lot of us can be as aggressive as most cocks are. Anyway, I’m looking way forward to the movie, even if it won’t be the greatest quality what with it coming over the air and not the satellite. Still, Monday can’t get here fast enough!

How I’d love to read anything Mary’s written to others pertaining to me. It oughta be fun and rather interesting to see if she’s saying things about me to others that she hasn’t to me directly. I’m not one to fret over what others think in the way that most people are, but I do get curious. For one, if Tom and I were suddenly the only people on the planet, I’d love to go to the homes of people I’ve known to see what they have.

Little Guy has figured out that the others aren’t going to hurt him. He even plays with them now, though Little Fella’s so weak that he can barely move. I was going to keep the spell going, but what good is keeping a pet alive that can’t do anything but lay there? I’m going to just let nature do its thing, for his sake, even if that means having to let him go.

Little Guy and Baldilocks love to run around loose, not surprisingly. I dig how Little Guy jumps up to the roof of the cage when I walk by for me to open it and pick him up. He’s definitely one of the fastest ones we’ve had. As much as I’d like him to get really big, a part of me wishes he’d stay the cute little baby he is.

I woke up to pee and was just falling back asleep when I felt the vibrations of them flying, so I’m sure I won’t sleep well tomorrow or the next day.

We’re just about finished with the bath and retreat. All that really needs to be done is just a few touch-ups in the retreat and office. If I didn’t hate freeloaders before, I do now, because pulling the tape off the bathroom was a bitch! Especially from the cabinets. All it did was rip along the way.

From what I’m learning, it seems that if I was any religion at all, I’d be Wiccan. Just like me, they like nature and animals better than people, and they practice witchcraft. Predicting the flat tire is being psychic, but what I’m going to do to this house the night before we leave will certainly be pure witchcraft. I figured that even though we’re ready to go and give up the house payments, why should whoever buys this place get to live it up in my house? The house that I put so much into. I don’t know what the ghost is going to do, but I know that I’m going to put a curse on it that’ll make its future occupants quite miserable indeed.

Anyway, you really have to be one with nature to live here and definitely to live where we’re moving. We can’t afford anything but dirt-cheap land which means it’s going to be practically on another planet. That’ll be just fine with me! When I want to open a window, I don’t want to hear people screaming outside. I want to hear trees rustling in the breeze, birds chirping, things like that.

If Bob and Jeff can read and not foul up my order, the black magic’s going to aid in the cursing ritual, and the majmua or patchouli will aid in the ritual I’ll perform as soon as we get moved to hopefully keep evil away. I don’t like to write too much of what I or. Or how I do it, I should say.

I meant it when I said that every time I can think of a reason to not like God, I can think of reasons I do like him, for he has blessed me with an ability that is not only very special and unique, but that helps compensate for some of the loss of control I’ve had when others have wronged me. It gives me a sense of power that I’ve never had before. It doesn’t mean I want to dominate and dictate the lives of others to the extent that so many do, it just means it’s better than being totally defenseless. To be able to say, “Ok, so I can’t fight back against this one who screwed me over because of this reason or that reason, I can at least make them so sick or so depressed they’ll wish they were dead,” is something that’s better than nothing.

I didn’t mean to make this entry so long. When you type nearly as fast as you talk or think, you tend to ramble on at times. I guess I’ll go work on my story while I have nothing else to do and he’s in bed.

t a tracking number from Bob. The order was shipped yesterday and is set to arrive Thursday. Since I’ll be asleep when it does, and since they’ve fouled up half of the 4 orders I’ve made so far, I left a list of the 23 fragrances for Tom so he can email them if they foul this one up.

I haven’t heard from the prison Bob since before Christmas if I’m remembering correctly. I don’t know if he’s holed up in the hospital somewhere or what, so I’ll send out a letter tomorrow.

I decided to drop Memolink altogether. I just don’t trust them. I only need about 700 points with Lucky Points which Tom and I just signed up for to get something (I think it’s a $5 Burger King certificate). When I can, I’ll order it to see if they can be trusted. This just may be the best points site yet because their site of the day is 15 points which is pretty high, and then there’s the daily trivia question for 10 points, so you can make 100 points in just 4 days without signing up for any of their offers or buying anything through them.

I never heard back from Ricki, but now we know she didn’t lie about when she shipped it. Tom now thinks that it’s sitting close to the point of origin in North Carolina with a damaged label and that they’re waiting for someone to call and inquire about it so they can know what to do with it. Either way I really, really feel like I’m not meant to have this doll, and if that’s the case I just want the money back! I’m so sick of this shit, and I swear I’ll never get another porcelain doll again that isn’t from Ashton-Drake.

As long as the vinyl dolls don’t end up with the same delivery curse as the porcelains (I’m still waiting on the blue fairy), I just may get a Kate doll after all, but not the one I had as a kid. I didn’t know this till tonight, but there are two of them. One’s from ’77 which is the one I had, and one’s from ’78. I was never impressed with the ’77 doll because it just didn’t look like her. The ’78 one, though, is pretty close and it’s got a nicer outfit, too.

Well, somebody fucked up somewhere once again, because the fruit incense I ordered doesn’t smell like the fruit I usually get, though it’s ok. Can’t blame this one on Bob, though, as he doesn’t make the oils. He has his own supplier for that. Except for the sticks and cones he dips, he basically gets supplies to sell.