Kim has been getting on my nerves like never before. Yup, she’s totally been at her worst. After just two days of going companyless, the Century 21 van showed up last night. It was only here once, but there was a lot of door-slamming. Something was being loaded either into or out of the van. Or SUV or whatever you want to call it. She’s got this new thing now where she gabs outside with the company taking us back to the duplex where there was always conversation right outside our windows. Also, where she was never using the dumpster, she’s been using it like crazy, almost leaving us no room for our own trash. She’s still got more trash bags by her door too, from what I can see.

This morning, shortly after I got up at 8:30, a red car pulled in. I’m not sure if I’ve seen it before or not. There have been so many vehicles coming and going from over there that I can’t keep track. I just don’t understand why everybody’s got to go see Kim all of a sudden. Kim, who’s got a teeny weenie microscopic dump. I wish she’d get a job, get a life, and go to someone else’s place for a change!

To balance out my annoyance last night, Tom gave me a horse update and a good one! He’s upped the win percentages dramatically by making a few minor adjustments, and this is with betting small. Had he been betting aggressively, which he won’t do till after the cruise unless one of us wins another biggie before then, it would’ve paid much more. Out of just 4 races, it would’ve brought 2 or 3 hundred in easily with this new method! Also, it used to be that a lot of the losses would be way off, but the ones that have been wrong lately have only been off by a length.

Here’s where it really gets amazing and weird! He made this adjustment on Tuesday. Ironically that was the day I wrote about us moving to California to build our dream house with all the riches we’d won with me sweeping and him handicapping in the story I’ve just begun! Using Liz as one of the central characters, I’m writing my little “jinx story” since what I write seems to be a factor the same as my emotions, particularly anger. I just wish I knew what time of day I wrote this and he got his idea, though neither of us can remember. Judging by my schedule and the fact that it was a workday for him, I’d say I had to have written that part in first.

It also seems I can sometimes jinx-write the opposite, though too, by writing something like how there haven’t been any spiders in here for a while, then I see one the next day.

The red car just left with a guy driving that appeared to be in his 40s. How many times will it be back? And how many times is Miss Century 21 coming and going today?

Anyway, when I think back to how my anger has influenced things, it’s rather uncanny. It not only made sick those who pissed me off, but it influenced me to quit the inhalers, my ability to handle dairy foods, my allergies, etc. I don’t know why it can’t influence my schedule or weight, but I guess it’s just not meant to be. Yet after getting pissed off like never before over being broke so much of the time when we were homeless, and feeling like a puppet and like God’s little bum, he gets the promotion, I start winning sweeps, and he gets the horse idea. Before this, though, I had always accepted poverty as a fact of my life without bitter resentment. Well, now I’ll be happy to fume over the fact that while we did get the dressers, the bed, and a new chair for me, we’re still using boxes for furniture in some cases!

Liz wasn’t there yesterday, but Estella was. Although she’s been chattier with me lately, I’d say she’s just being friendly and that it’s not a case of right effect, wrong target. It’s funny cuz she still asks if we need any help out.

Kim just left, though it almost didn’t look like her driving. I couldn’t see well enough to say for sure, but anyway, I’m sure she’ll be back in just a few. God, this is getting old!

While we were loading bottles into the bottle machine, I was stunned to see two teenage girls walk by sucking on pacifiers. I guess this is the new attention-getting trend, but what a way to get attention! I swear, if people can’t get it positively, they’ll do it negatively. What a tacky, asinine, stupid thing to do!

Speaking of teens, there were 3 teenage girls next door when we passed by. The weather was nice, so the front door was open and we could hear rap music playing, but not in our house, thanks to the distance. I still can’t say how many people live there, but I know it’s a lot.

The Midwest got their first taste of winter and last night the Northeast got it. We have yet to get our first taste and I hope we won’t anytime soon, even though there are still tons of spiders and flying things out there. A big spider was coming down on its web just outside the door when Tom got in yesterday.

Later…

Century 21, a heavy blond with a high ponytail just came and then left, but Kim’s car is still gone. This definitely could be a lover, or maybe even a roommate with the way she’s been coming around so much.

Later…

It’s like the duplex minus the dog and TV with this bitch and her company slamming in and out and gabbing outside our windows! It’s really starting to go from annoying to pissing me off. Both Kim and Century returned, then left, then returned, and now they’re gabbing outside and driving me nuts! It’s starting to look like Century’s moved in. That would explain why so many boxes left; to make room for Century’s mattress. But why would a real estate agent of all people want to live in a dump the size of a jail cell? Better yet why would a real estate agent want to associate with a jobless person? God, if the weekdays can be this hectic, the weekend’s gonna be a nightmare for damn sure! I’m at the point where I’m really seriously starting to wish she’d get the hell out and take my chances as to whether or not something worse moved in there. And of course, because she had to go and piss me off, one of the horses scratched, one fell on his nose, and so forth.