Never does an August 6th go by that I don’t remember the gorgeous and bigoted Rosemarie of the Vista Ventana. She, along with Donna, gave me my first taste of just how prejudiced Arizonans are towards gays. The reason August 6th reminds me of her is that I remember it being said that that was her birthday and we met right around that time. She’s a year older than me. I wonder, at 39 years of age is she still skinny and beautiful? Still hating gays. Still with shit cocks like the fucker she was with? Rick was his name and he’s another one I wish I let have it. Well, I started to a while later after he came to my door telling me he “understood” my fantasy about Rosemarie, and don’t “lurk.” I remember running up to his door and kicking and screaming at it while Dave, the security guard, called the pigs. Only he and his snob of a bitch didn’t have the guts to answer me. They knew by then that I was so fed up and furious with their silly fears and phobias, but it was the “don’t lurk” command that really set me off.

How different the Jodi of today would’ve handled them! Even if that would’ve meant getting my own ass kicked, it would’ve been worth it to stand up for myself, and stand up for myself I will the next time someone thinks they can either order me around or threaten me simply because I’m barely 5’ tall. And no, I won’t care how much of a direct or indirect hold they may have on me! Nor will I care about size, race or gender.

I have $15 now. Because we had to get several non-edible things which tend to be more costly, next week’s grocery run should give me the $25 more I need to make the $40 incense order I want. Then, on the weekend of the 28th - 29th, I’ll take whatever I get on the 20th and 27th to get some perfume at Walmart or Fred Meyer.

The rats have been easier to sleep with than I thought they’d be. This is mostly because it’s easier to go to sleep to noise, rather than to fall asleep and then have it get noisy. I go to sleep when they’re most active, but throughout most of my sleep, they’re asleep, too.

Although I wasn’t kidding when I said I was tired of all the moving and starting over, the idea of going to a Florida retirement community sometime after he retires is appealing to me. I couldn’t blast my music or sing too loud, but by then I’m sure I’ll be sick of the cold and snow as I got sick of Arizona’s dry heat, so why not go to a place that’s warm all year long, unlike in Arizona, and be eligible to go where the freeloaders and kids can’t go? The only negative there would be the humidity and the bugs. To end up living in 5 states would be cool and when I rewrite my autobiography someday, I can have 4 parts – New England, The Desert, The Pacific Northwest, and the Tropics (even though it’s not literally the tropics).

Tom says they may fire a lazy cock he works with and a woman with a big mouth. From what he says, she butts into people’s discussions, complains all the time, and thinks she’s better than everyone.

I’m going to have so much typing to do next time I get on my PC! I not only want to start a letter to Bob, but I also have like 5 journal pages to type, and who knows how many of my story I’ll have? The story Anyone’s Dream, which I renamed No Escape, is going so well. As for Traces of Hope, I may either dump it or put it off for a while. I basically hit writer’s block with that one, so I’ll have to do something crazy and extreme with it to liven things up.