Bev and Romeo came by at 7:30 yesterday evening, but only long enough to put their trash out. She hasn’t shown up yet today, the day I think she’ll be turning in her keys and leaving the patio furniture, blinds and wind chimes. She’s also got drapes in the living and dining room windows.

My horoscope says: You’ve just about had it with being where you are – and even more so with doing the same thing you do every day. Is there a chance you can do something about this? Of course there is.

Is there really? Because somehow I doubt we’ll be giving notice on the 1st. The question then will be how to handle what comes in next door. Do I bother to ask them to lower their music? Do I bother to ask them to curb the banging? I’m hoping that Pam will use her best judgment when it comes to who goes over there like she did with us for Bev, but she can’t always know for sure what she’s dealing with. A seemingly nice woman could want the place, never letting on that she’s got tons of kids, boyfriends and other company coming around constantly and even living with her. I think that’s what happened before we got here. The woman probably claimed to live alone or just with a boyfriend or just with one child, not mentioning that she really had 4 kids, though some could’ve been her boyfriend’s.

Poor Tom! I feel so bad for him, as tolerant as he is, for marrying into a noise curse, as I tell him, because now he’s got to deal with it too, and I know that even he gets annoyed at times. He found Bev to be just as annoying as I did. The only difference is that he’s a heavy sleeper and I’m not.

It’s going to be in the low 60s today, so I’m sure next door will spend even more time outdoors than they did yesterday in the 50s. They’re already going back and forth, making catcalls, and I wouldn’t be surprised if later on brought on some knife-tossing.

God’s been sure to attack our computers and other stuff more often lately since we have no well to fix, no trash to burn, no hot water tanks or other things to fix. I’m having trouble booting up again. My dial-timer also had to break too, so he downloaded me a timer. It’s not as easy to use as the dial timer, but it’s better than nothing. I like to use timers when cooking/working out.

Oh, how these fucking rappers piss me off! These groups are nothing but legal fronts for gang members. Has the country really come to love “niggaz,” as they call themselves, that much to allow convicted drug dealers, pimps, rapists, thieves and murderers like them to profit from their crimes through their rapping bullshit? And are there any “niggaz” today that can sing without mentioning race, homies, hoes, gangs, drugs, etc.? They’re such second-class citizens and I don’t care what anyone says!