Today we mailed out a letter written by me to the queen. I said I knew I couldn’t ask her to send the money (I told her how much we needed), but hoped she’d consider it. I also returned the checks and explained that due to the problems with the bank, we can’t cash them, and to please send money via Western Union or money order.

Meanwhile, I’m going to hope that once again God wants to keep me from speaking my mind so bad that he’ll have her have a heart and care enough to send the money like Tom thinks she will. If not, she most certainly is going to get the letter of her life! In fact, I’m going to try to jinx her into sending it by jumping the gun. Quite often if I jump the gun and start a project of some kind, I end up finding that I did it for nothing. In fact, I’m really good at working for nothing, so I’ll go begin the “fuck you” letter I fully intend to send if she blows us off. Tom thoroughly agrees it’d be ok to do so at that point and is ok with my emailing Pam once we’ve moved and gotten our deposit. Good, because that’s exactly what I intend to do.

The petal-picking fatso let the dog go berzerk a few times after Tom got home, but she watered the entire backyard. How strange of her to be nice enough to water our side when she can’t be nice enough to give us much peace. She only does her half of the front, though that makes sense since she owns the whole backyard as far as she’s concerned.

As she went to reel the hose in as the sun was setting, she glanced at our kitchen window and then at the bedroom window where I was watching her. At one point I could swear she looked right at me for a few seconds, although I know there’s no way she could’ve seen me, not that I really cared. We have a right to look out our windows.

Today’s been unusually quiet. I saw the dog out during the morning hours, as usual, but there’s been no barking and no sign of it for a few hours. I don’t even hear the TV. I think she’s out. She wouldn’t be this quiet if she was here and she wouldn’t have the TV off either. She’s like most people when it comes to TVs – obsessed.

I have to wonder – what makes people change overnight like this? Not that she was ever the most considerate neighbor in the world, but she was pretty close to it compared to how she’s been lately, so what happened? Did she just quit taking her head pills or what? It can’t be because I offended her by asking when her company was to leave because she started leaving the dog out to bark before that, and she didn’t seem offended when I mentioned the TV to her, so I guess she’s just like most people in that she says she is what she isn’t and vice versa. In other words, her saying she’s with the dog when it’s out long hours really means she’s not with it. And her saying she doesn’t want any problems with neighbors really means she wouldn’t mind them at all. People are strange, that’s for sure!

Later…

Well here’s something new. First of all, my peace ended about a half-hour ago when the dog took a couple of ignored barking sprees at the fence. I gave them a little bass concert while I sang and then found that the red pickup arrived at some point during the concert. I’ve never seen it come this late in the day. The dog’s now inside, though I know it’ll be back outside to bark on and off till around 9:00.

If the chick with the truck has any sense, she’ll try to talk sense into this asshole by insisting she toughen up with the dog if she wanted a shot at shutting me up, but even if she did say this, the bitch is just too stubborn to be reasoned with. All she’d do is come back with something like, “It’s my dog so I’ll do what I want with it, and to hell with her!” It’s almost like a game, like a little competition, to people like her. What, does she want to get evicted so she can go live in this private, secluded place on the coast that she said she still has a “chance” of doing? The next person is likely to complain, but then again, most people not only don’t give a shit if they annoy others with their noise, but they don’t care about others who are noisy either. Especially out west. Another thing is that if she is by some chance annoyed by the music, which even an idiot like her has got to know is because of the dog, she’d just complain. Not do something about the dog.

Later…

The truck’s gone. That was fast. Still no TV, though. I don’t know, maybe the blimp is sick or something. God knows I’ve put enough spells on her to make her that way!

Later…

Here’s another new twist; not only is she back to blasting the TV, but that ugly navy car is visiting now. Naturally, this means the rude bitch has left the dog out back to bark up a storm. I finally stuck some soft foam in the window on that side, though I don’t know how effective it’ll be. Probably not much. It’s simply too damn loud and too damn close. I can’t wait to make this sick bitch and her bitch of a dog a memory even if it means making new nuts and dogs a reality! Anyway, the foam is a pretty good fit with the AC in that window, but there is about a 2” gap up top.

The car went as quickly as it came just like with the pickup, but anyway, this dog’s about as fucked up as she is. It was barking at the fence earlier. Meanwhile, I looked yet there was nothing there. No cats, no people, not even any birds. Then it was barking silently, not that I can complain about that.

Meanwhile, I agree with Tom; it’s silly to worry about my schedule this soon. It’s going to be at least a week before it’s show and tell time, and like I’d really object to being shorted on sleep just to get out of this place when the time comes. Yeah, right! I just don’t know how I’m going to sleep through all the fucking barking??? Not even earplugs added to the fan, the AC and the sound machine block this mother-fucker out! I’d love to be able to sleep through it and be on nights. It’s the only time it’s peaceful around here these days.

I hope the fucking beast doesn’t go off when I’m showing the place because that could turn them off and delay this place getting rented. Then again, most people are noisy, nor do they care about other people’s noise.

In better news, I got a letter from Mary. I knew she couldn’t go so long without asking for a favor, but it’s okay. She wants me to email her book to somebody named Ann so she can brush up some passages only as I told her, I not only don’t have this person’s email address, but her file’s too big. The free email accounts only allow you so much space to send/receive stuff. She offered to send stamps, and I told her that if she sent 5 stamps, along with Ann’s physical address, I’d send the disk to her in my own envelope.

I also asked that she pray to God for us to make it out of here okay and for his mother to care enough to help us since I still resent Him so much that it’s hard for me to turn to Him myself. I’m sure she’ll jump right to it, too! Not surprisingly, the foam was worthless.