Once again I’m dumping Donna. Maybe I should take my own advice about not forgiving people. After all, I did stop talking to her for a reason. We didn’t just drift apart.

In one of her messages with the usual slew of misspelled words and lousy grammar, she got upset over my referring to her as being a “paranoid bitch” at the Vista a few entries ago. Why publish something so harsh? she asked, and what do I mean I dumped her? She said she’d give me a chance to explain before she deleted me (how kind).

She’s going to delete me? Ouch, that hurts! LOL

Does she really not remember any of what happened? And does she not realize I haven’t used her last name and that no one she knows can read it unless she has them do so? If she considers being called a paranoid bitch harsh, then she must not have read much of my diary (as in a certain little hate-wielding freeloader who came to tear my life and my husband’s apart for 7 years along with those that helped her). What I called her is nothing in comparison! This is exactly why I have a disclaimer about not reading my damn diary in the first place if you’re the sensitive type.

I got to reflecting on her defensive and yes – paranoid – reaction to my diary, and that’s when I decided I’m not going to bother with this emotional nut. Or any others like her. I thought by now she’d have changed, but obviously she’s still the unstable, insecure person I remember her to be. The red flag went up as soon as she told me she lied about her age, playing it down from 45 to 43. Anyone who can be dishonest in this sort of way is no one I should associate with, even if it’s at a distance and online. If she can lie about her age, she can lie about anything. I don’t know why I bothered in the first place to contact her. Guess I was just having a moment of boredom that night.

No wonder she can’t get a guy. Between her personality and the fact that she’s aging and is so heavy, it’s no wonder. I can see where she’d be good working with the elderly, but she’s still always, always pissed off at someone and taking things too seriously or all wrong. One minute she’s kind and compassionate, the next she’s 1 taco short of a #4 combo.

I have enough shit going on in life right now more important than a basket case like her, so as I told her, delete me, ignore me, dump me, diss me, cut me loose, do whatever you want.

Aside from what’s got to be the shortest-lasting reunion of my life, the dolls didn’t sell. I’m so bummed too, and it really convinces me all the more that something up there is trying to hold us back financially. It doesn’t want us having any cushion or comfort of any kind! I can’t believe that all those people just wanted to sit back and watch!

Now we have to decide whether or not we can find someplace in person to take them or if we should lower the price even more. I know the economy is part of the problem and that people on eBay want you to practically give away your items before they’ll consider buying them, but I’m just so sick of this third-world bullshit! We may not live in a flooded hut with no electricity, but things are rough enough and there seems to be absolutely no end in sight! The thought of another 30-40 years of struggling just makes me want to drop dead right now right here on the spot!

Every day lately it seems that either nothing good happens or something bad happens. When is this cycle going to end???

We gave Jesse the rest of the rent yesterday, but Tom has yet to talk to him about the flooring and dogs because he wasn’t home. The dogs have been quieter lately, but only because Jesse’s been home more and I’ve been on nights. I’m rolling onto days now so things will change with that, and of course, if Jesse doesn’t do anything about them when he returns to work full-time, it will be noisy here during the daytime and we just may move.