Tom just came in to ask if I needed the bathroom since he was about to take his shower, then jokingly he said, “She’s doing something different over there today.” I asked what that was and he said, “Watering the yard.”

Ha, ha! Yeah, she’s so obsessed with that that there’s no way we’ll need to water again as long as we’re here.

I woke up for a second 2 or 3 hours into my sleep, but I couldn’t say if it was because of the beast or just because or what, but it was nice to have gotten up at noon to know that I had slept through at least 6 hours of this bitch’s day. And in just a couple hours, another day with the splitzo skitzo and the beast will be wrapped up!

She and the beast came out onto the patio a little earlier than I’d have liked right before 6:00. She was on her cell phone and now she’s stuffing herself. I’ve got the headphones on. Why? Because if the fucking piece of fur goes off, I don’t wanna hear it! Besides, I love music anyway. I just hope they’re not there till 8:30 or later.

I almost have to feel bad for her. She’s so fat, so ugly and so crazy, that it’s obvious that she’ll always be alone, let alone ever have even so much as a one-nighter again in her life.

Anyway, for 3 nights in a row, I’ve tried to keep an open mind about praying to God to allow his mother to care enough to help us, and for us to get moved without any major upsets and setbacks. This doesn’t mean I’ll ever be His buddy or agree with His ways in general, but I’m hoping against hope that the prayers will at least pay off if only to a small degree.

Later…

She’s still on the phone, so the rude bitch is going to just let the fucking dog sit there at the corner of my bedroom where the dividing fence starts, to bark its ass off at next door which now has the doors open. I’m sure the cats are out, too. I hope to hell this mother-fucker isn’t out much longer. And I hope to hell that Pam tells her of my future email and that the next person in here does something! I’m sure neither will be the case, though. Oh, why oh why didn’t that housekeeper’s dog attack and kill this one?!?! It’s like, get off the fucking phone and get inside, bitch, and take your damn dog with you!

The bitch is now off the phone and the dog is on the patio, but I still wish they’d get inside. What are they out now for anyway? It wasn’t overly hot out today.

I suppose it was silly of me to worry about having to show this place to any of her buddies. Why should I when they can just see her place? It’s the same thing, just in reverse and with shittier carpet and probably shittier flooring, too. I just don’t want her to have any friends in here. I want her to either get someone who drives her crazy or who complains like hell against her. Or both!