I could tell that it cooled down a bit because next door shut their doors for the first time in days last night and went slamming back and forth just after 10:00.

Three times the dog went off today. The first time she called it in which was all well and good, but if she would just stop leaving the fucking beast out there for hours at a time, that would be even better. An hour later it took a barking fit at the back door which she ignored for a while. Finally, I said, “That’s it. I’m tired of sitting here respecting those that don’t respect me.” So I sang, blasting the speakers for about 20 minutes.

Tom said he’s going to tell Pam it’s too noisy here if she asks why he’s giving notice, without pointing fingers (he’s from Arizona, so he’s been raised not to do that), but I think he should tell Pam it’s mainly the dog and doors that are running us out of here, for whatever it’s worth. And if God forbid she says she’s heard that I’ve been loud, to just tell her that I’ve had to be in order to drown out other people’s noise. There are 3 reasons I doubt she’ll complain, though. For one, complaining would be admitting I bothered her, though she may spite herself to spite me, so we’ll see. She’s also from southern Cal where complaining’s a mortal sin just like in Arizona. Lastly, she knows we’re moving soon. Personally, I don’t give a shit if she does open her mouth. People invade my world and disturb my peace and now I’m doing the same thing right back to them for a change instead of always being the polite and considerate one. And yes, those animals are welcome to come over and scream and bang so long as they’re willing to do it to the tune of my music. I doubt next door could hear it over their own racket unless they were outside, but again, I don’t care! I won’t do anything over one or two barks, but when it turns into 20 or more, my thumping bass will be her punishment. Better yet, I think I’ll just blast off whenever the hell I want to and just do what I want for a change and not worry about others. Everyone else does what they want and they don’t worry about anyone else. She may leave the fucking thing outdoors more often now as a way of saying, “See, I’m still going to leave it out to annoy you and I don’t care who complains!” Hey, the ball’s in her court. The more I hear the dog, the more she’ll hear me. I’m surprised she didn’t have it outside all day yesterday. Yesterday was gorgeous. Anyway, this shit with the dog may not be nearly as bad as the shit we went through with the freeloaders, but it’s annoying enough. Especially when it’s just an arm’s reach away. I hope she gets someone in here who drives her totally up the wall! Someone who will make her miss us and be sorry we ever moved! When we officially have a place, I’ll add the running, stomping, slamming and banging to the picture.

It used to be I’d hear the dog twice a week. Now it’s every day. Multiple times a day, for that matter. This bitch has definitely taken the lead over Bev as far as being the worst of the two goes. When you add up Bev’s shit, it amounts to maybe a dozen days in the entire 5 months we lived with her, but I’m hearing from this bitch’s dog on a daily basis now and we haven’t even lived together for 3 months. She’d be the perfect neighbor if she didn’t have the dog or those animals over again, but that’s probably why God put her next to us; because she did have the dog as a flaw. Why would He put the ideal person next to us? That’s a definite no-no. No quiet, dogless, childless person could get next to us.

The mowers were here today. I still don’t know if this is the owners or people the owners hired, but if they insist the AC has to come out, the answer’s no. First of all, I vowed never again to allow myself to be told what to do and how to live once I was free of the sickos. Secondly, the place would be well into the 90s, if not higher without it. The worst they could do is send an eviction notice on top of our notice to vacate (gee, that’d hurt), or tamper with it. If they did that, though, I’d be out there so fast to tamper with them!

We were wondering if I might have cataracts. I have some of the symptoms, including dental problems that seem to be associated with cataracts. The thought of having eye surgery sickens and terrifies me. I’d rather have heart surgery or back surgery or brain surgery or anything other than to have my eyes poked and prodded. Just watching people put in or remove contacts disgusts me. Tom doesn’t think I have cataracts, though, saying it’s extremely rare to have them this young. Yeah, that’s why I have a husband who’s a sexual fluke and the schedule problem; because extremely rare things never happen to me. That’s why I happened to hit one noisy neighbor after another since 1992, and why everyone I wanted didn’t want me and vice versa till I learned to settle for just personality, not that I ever thought my husband was ugly. Yeah, everybody’s married to cumless dicks/dead dicks, while they themselves have driving phobias, noise and schedule curses, etc.