Again with the laundry hanging out. She had Roto-Rooter over yesterday, so maybe that’s why. If she had a clogged drain, though, why didn’t she just pour a drain de-clogger down the drain? It must’ve been a bad one and it must’ve been where the washer is because that’s where I heard them fiddling around. The clog must’ve held her up from doing as much laundry as she wanted. She definitely has a dryer over there too, so if she’s got a dryer, then why hang the clothes out? To save money? Or is it God’s way of annoying me by having me see people I don’t want to see, and stealing more of my privacy?

Next door’s back to the usual catcalls and hopping back and forth. They also replaced the bright floodlight bulb that burned out a week or two ago that I hoped they’d be too lazy to replace. I don’t get why they feel they need so much light outside when the light spilling out of both sides lights it up pretty damn bright enough.

Between them and Bev, I feel like I have no singing privacy whatsoever. I know I’m not a bad singer, and it’s not like I care what they think of it, it’s just that I like privacy on the home front. I know, though, that it’ll be years before we ever have space around us again if we ever do at all, so I don’t let it stop me from doing my thing.

Later…

It hit me the other day, that yes, we will get anniversary, birthday and Christmas money this year as usual. Tom had said he doubted we would because of how we’ve been ignoring them. However, I realize that whatever’s up there will see to it that they do pay up in order to stop me from having the wonderful gratification of speaking my mind and pissing them off really well. Because I decided that them stiffing us out of our anniversary and birthday would be a good final excuse to let them have it (preferably by regular mail so that the bitch reads it, rather than just hears the main highlights as would be the case if I emailed it), I think God will see to it that they send the usual money so I keep my mouth shut. If we were rich, I’d tell them off figuring that the few hundred bucks a year we get from them isn’t worth it, but we’re so damn broke that we need every extra penny we can get. See, God not only likes to see my perps get away with fucking me over, He likes me to keep my mouth shut, too. Oh well. I won’t be dying to tell them off forever (especially the queen) because she’s not going to live forever. Too many more years, but not forever. I know she’s in relatively good health too, or else they’d be crying to us about it in their letters. Unfortunately, though, that bitch hasn’t even got a toe in the grave yet, let alone a whole foot.

Roto-Rooter was here again. I guess that means another load of laundry will be hung out tomorrow.