Oh, the information one can find on the World Wide Web! It appears that back in ’89 my poor dad was a defendant in a case involving a heart doctor. Hmmm… It may be none of my business but I can’t help but wonder what it was about. Well, I’m not going to ask, not that I would expect a straight answer anyway, so I’ll never know.

I found something a lot more interesting on MySpace. Some celebs have pages there. Kate doesn’t, but Gloria does. As kind of a joke, I sent a friend request. It’s hard to believe she’d accept one from a total stranger, but maybe that’s the whole point. It’s probably not her that actually accepts them, but a team of secretaries or something. But how does MySpace know the person’s really that celeb and not just anyone making it look like they are? Her last login was on January 26th.

I kept the message brief which I included in my request. It goes like this:

Hi Gloria! My name is Jodi. I have been a fan of yours for over 20 years and you have even motivated me to learn a lot of Spanish! Amigas?

Of course I couldn’t put the upside-down question mark in front of ‘amigas’, and I kindly neglected to add that she looks almost as bad as I do these days, and has put out nothing but shitty albums for over a decade now. Aren’t I sweet?

Anyway, this would’ve been so exciting back when I was really into her. Now it’s just something to do. I wasn’t kidding when I said nothing much excites me anymore.

Here’s something even more interesting. I found Donna from the Vista Ventana apartments. I got to randomly searching for whatever name went through my mind at that cool site. It’s just really neat and I’m curious by nature. Maybe not excited, but definitely curious. If Stacey’s eating mocha ice cream right now, I want to know about it. And if Ellie still thinks the FBI puts petroleum jelly in her vents, I want to know that, too!

I met Donna at the pool and we’d often chat while I tried hopelessly to get a tan. My gayness made her a bit uncomfortable and that in turn made me uncomfortable. Although Donna did admit to being attracted to a woman once, I learned quickly that Arizona was not nearly as accepting of gays as Massachusetts. Nonetheless, we started off having pleasant conversations. She was from Texas, married, no kids. She was tall, dark and good looking so of course I was attracted to her, but I wasn’t about to get into it with a married woman and was too screwed up at the time for more than just fooling around anyway. So things went well at first and she even teamed up with a couple of other “pool pals” to get me groceries back when they were still fucking around with my benefits as I had just gotten there. It was the summer of ’92. She was Hispanic and we used to laugh at how I knew Spanish but she and her husband didn’t, although their parents did.

But then we started arguing and I got sick of her paranoia. I ended up dumping her, then later felt bad about it. I tried to talk to her the next time I saw her at the pool, but she went off on me and we basically cussed each other out and were through with each other. She wouldn’t forgive me for dumping her and I pretty much wrote her off as a paranoid bitch. It wasn’t just that. Other pool people were showing their true colors as well, coming between various people, and I was just tired of the whole childish charade. I read back on some of the journal excerpts from that time and I was really pissed at her, alright! LOL

Then time went on and I’d see her around the complex and while we became polite with each other and would say hi, we never resumed our friendship. She was like me; as sweet as honey when she wanted to be but a real bitch at times otherwise.

It’s actually easier to look for profiles on this site than it is on the social networks themselves. So when the name Donna B popped into mind, I did a search but came up empty. Knowing that most people get divorced, I tried her maiden name, Hood, and there she was. She looks good for her age but ugly overall cuz she’s fat and aging. She’s now living in El Mirage, divorced, getting into nursing, and with a daughter she appears to have had with a boyfriend, judging by her photos.

So I said what the hell, I’ll send a message. I asked if she lived at Vista in 1992, told her who I was, mentioned Andy who preferred to go by Mark at that time, and said that although she said she was okay with gays, she seemed a bit prejudiced back then. I added that I was actually bisexual and have been married to a wonderful man now for nearly 15 years and was currently living in NorCal. I gave her my journal link, too.

Sure enough, I received a surprised reply. She said she did remember me and Andy and couldn’t believe that I remembered her (I told her I had an impeccable memory). She admitted to being a little scared of me then as she felt I wanted more than just friendship, I was so pretty, she was not gay, and she was never prejudiced then or now. She remembered a ring I’d given her which I forgot about. It was a ring I never wore that I thought she would like. She also mentioned lying out at the pool, and didn’t I live in Idaho or somewhere cold?

I told her where I was from and that it was Angel and her husband who were the ones from Idaho.

She asked if I made dolls and said she just started collecting black vintage folk dolls. (yuck!) She said she’ll check out the dolls we’ve got listed on eBay in which Tyler finally has a watcher. Their views are evening out, too. Currently 22 for Tyler and 29 for Angelina, who still has 3 watchers.

Tom listed the Apple keyboard for just a buck since it has no number pad. It’s already got a bid and a watcher.

Although Donna’s 45 she has her age listed at 43. She says she’s also blunt and would do anything for anyone, but can also be a bitch. Yeah, I remember! LOL, but I can say the same for myself.

She asked if I had a MySpace cuz she wanted to add me as a friend and I told her I’d just sent her a friend request myself and was in fact a registered member. I think you have to be in order to send messages and things like that.

I’m back down to 132 pounds now that my period’s over, and today I ran two miles! Took me a half hour.