Again the blimp took off, leaving the dog to bark in back at next door. I wanted to kill it so bad! Does this bitch not only want to get evicted but want someone to do something to her dog, too? Does she just think she’s invincible because she’s on disability? She’s so like the Mexicans were. At least the blacks backed off every now and then, but the Mexies were so take-it-to-the-max, push-it-to-the-limit no matter what the consequences and so is she. I’d bet just about anything that she’d keep on annoying people even if she knew for sure that it would get her evicted. Yes, she’d get evicted to spite me, just like the Mexicans would’ve died for me. They’d so gladly have given their lives up for me just to annoy the shit out of me. It would’ve been totally worth it to them, and people like that are a bit scary. The more time passes and the crazier I see she is, that only makes it all the more nerve-wracking. This is the kind of person who would shoot someone and gladly give up her freedom forever for doing it. God help the next person in here and God help that dog if they get as fed up as we are. The only reason I haven’t harmed the fucking thing is that we’re moving and I can’t get away with shit. But sooner or later you’d think she’d push the wrong person too far with either the TV or the dog.

The sick bitch was waving the sprinkler around in back watering the leaves of a young tree yesterday evening. Like that’d do it any good, huh? It also watered the rosebush it killed.

She pulled the beast in when she got in, but they’ll be back later. They live out there. What’s she gonna do when she goes out in the winter, leave it out to shiver in the freezing cold? I’m glad I won’t be here then to find out! I would say that I don’t like it when she leaves, knowing she just tosses it out like that, but had it barked with her around, she still wouldn’t have done anything about it. She simply ceased to care one day a few weeks or so before she had that wild company. Why, I don’t know, but crazy people are hard to figure so I won’t even try. All I know is she’s a total opposite-doer. “If I leave the dog out long periods, I’m with her,” really means, “I leave the dog out long periods and ignore her.” And “I don’t want any problems with neighbors” really means, I don’t care if there are problems with neighbors.”

It’s ok. I still intend to email Pam quite an earful. It’s nice that Tom briefly mentioned it, but I’d like to give her the nitty-gritty details of just how horrible she’s made life for us here all by myself after we’ve moved and the nut can’t whip out a gun and shoot us for it or do some crazy shit like that. Yes, I could probably take her, but she’s too crazy to chance messing with. 

And I thought Bev was the nut of this place!

Meanwhile, we walked to the store and took a bag of bottles in, too. We’ve got another bag of bottles to bring in tomorrow and one of cans, too. We’ll only get a few bucks worth of deposit money from them, but any bit helps.

I’m both excited and nervous about the move. That damn driveway is what really spoils the excitement. It’s what’s going to take any of the fun of being in a house right out of it like in Phoenix. I know she’s either going to come and go like crazy or have a ton of company or both and that the fan won’t be able to cover it. The question is, do I just let her wake me up whenever she happens to wake me up? Or do I sleep in the living room after a few wake-up calls? We are just so doomed no matter where we go! Well, at least I am. Tom can pretty much sleep through anything, so I’m the one that’s got to deal with it. I’m just glad we won’t be able to hear TVs, footsteps and things like that. No one will be able to complain about my music either. I’m still a bit nervous like most people are when moving to a new place. As rude as these people are around here, at least I know their habits, routines and what they’re all about.

Meanwhile, the queen’s letter is off and running. She should have it by Wednesday, 5 days before her birthday. What a lovely birthday present it’ll make!

I want to work on my story, but I’m too excited about the upcoming move to concentrate. As exciting as it is, I wish to hell we could settle down for a decade or more in an ideal place. It’ll never happen, though, never happen.