Today was a fun day, though I got pissed off for a few minutes at one point. We first stopped at the mail place and learned we had a package waiting for us. I’m sure it’s a sample of some kind.

We went to the Chinese place where this waitress I’ve never seen before kept eyeing me with big, bright smiles. At least she was my type – tall with dark hair/eyes, though too thin. Also, I know it’s unfair to judge someone by their occupation, especially since I don’t even have one, but I wouldn’t want to fool around with anyone with such a menial job. In fact, I wouldn’t want to fool around with anyone at all.

We went to Sears for a new hole saw to put up the clothesline because the one he got before broke (figures).

We went to this nicer Laundromat near where he works. Their side-loading washers are way cooler than their top-loaders. They do a better job too, and we’ll probably get one in the house, along with an oven with a flat-top stove. The only thing we won’t be able to have because of the compost system will be a garbage disposal, but that won’t be any big loss. I won’t mind scraping leftovers into the trash and this time around we’re going to have the trash compactor that Steven and his twisted, scamming associates fucked us out of. No one’s going to dictate or control what we get with this house, nor are they going to take it away from us!

We stopped in where I got my wind chimes, and for just $4, I got a purple one with seashells that go nicely next to my pink hearts, and a metallic magenta twister that spins and shines in the sunlight.

What got me pissed was when this stupid cock parked in front of the gate at the storage place. I was just about to ask him to move when he came out and did so, only he didn’t quite back up far enough, the stupid idiot, and there was another car coming from the opposite direction, making it even harder for us to pull out. So I motioned for the dumb shit to back up some more and then Tom got all mad at me, saying I shouldn’t be pissing everybody off by using hand signals and I was like – tough shit! I had every right to be pissed and I felt like he was condemning me for it and more concerned about how I may make others feel than with how I felt, and that really, really bothers me! It bothers the hell out of me when he gets on me for being angry. I mean, if you can’t support the one you love when they get pissed, then why don’t you just say nothing at all, rather than defend or make excuses for whoever or whatever pissed them off. Why can’t he handle it when I get pissed? Do I need to suppress my anger and hope I don’t explode? Maybe turn it inward like I did as a kid? He’s just so damn paranoid about how others may react, I guess, pointing out that it’s a Western thing for people to shoot others, and as I told him, those are extreme cases, you can’t go through life worrying about how others may react, and I shouldn’t have to let people stop me from saying what I have to say or doing what I have to do, within normal reason, just because it may hurt their poor feelings. My feelings are just as important as anyone else’s. There’s a fine line between literally provoking someone and kissing their asses, and I wasn’t doing either. Nothing I did was inappropriate in any way. I have a right to be me as he does himself, and I told him that over and over again, not to expect me to join him in his world of paranoia and expect me to become him, and to just allow me to be angry when I see fit to be. I wasn’t taking it out on him, and if I had been, then I could see him jumping down my throat. Meanwhile, I’m not going to suppress my emotions or chicken out of expressing myself just because there’s a remote possibility someone couldn’t handle it. If they want to shoot me because they’re too weak-minded to handle something I may say, let them, and let them spend the rest of their lives in jail for it because sooner or later I would think that someone’s going to fuck with me that not even God could protect.

We’re cursed all over again with the foul odors. This time, though, it has an obvious source – the shit tank. The only question is, is it really the shit tank, or the place he buried the last tankful that’s stinking? I put chemicals down the toilet, but as I figured would be the case, it still stinks.

Anyway, while we were at the storage place, I got the soft downy blanket that’s not quite made of wool (I don’t know exactly what it is) and am going to use that as a sheet so I don’t have to use the big comforter anymore as a sheet but only as the blanket it was meant to be. This is the blanket I used to wrap my big princess Ciara doll in, but she can just stand in storage without it. It was for the drive up here that it was meant to be used to protect her from any big bumps in the road.

I may get that redheaded Tyler doll before my next incense order because I found a site that’s got her on sale. It’ll depend on how long she’s to be on sale. I emailed and asked, so hopefully they can tell me. If the shit tank keeps stinking like it has, though, I won’t want to wait too much longer on the incense.

Later…

Tom won $15 on online horseracing bets. He was always good at handicapping and says that with a little practice, he should be able to get 3-4 hundred a month, which we can split for fun. Because I didn’t think they’d ever be all that much, I told him to put any eBay profits toward the house. We need to either get a new camera or fix this one first, though.

Tom says the smell’s coming from outside and that the shit tank has always had a leak, so he deluded the smell by dumping old water from the shower tank on it.

What with how cursed we are with leaks and breakage, I’m amazed at how much works in this dump. The heat works, the lighting works, the stove works, the pump works, etc.

I really hope I get a reply to my email saying that Tyler will be on sale all month or longer because I really want to get the incense first. However, with a doll that’s regularly $42 - $59, I don’t really want to pass up a sale of $36. That’s just the base price, though, so who knows about shipping? It’s probably about $8.

Once, when Tom was sitting outside playing games on his phone, a chipmunk walked right between his feet, scaring the shit out of him. He even got a good scare from a bat one time when he was out after dark.