Today I ran for 25 minutes but hey, this is California. That means it’s usually too hot to run for the hour I’d like to run for, but I’ll work my way up to it little by little. You know you worked out hard when you sweat between your fingers and around your eyes of all places! I hate that yucky, sweaty feeling, but otherwise, I feel great after a long workout and a shower. Definitely a shower!

We managed to “buy ourselves another month of life,” so to speak, and yes, Jesse was okay with us splitting the rent. The thing was that not only was it hard for Tom to get a word in edgewise as usual, but he rushed Tom off the phone cuz he was on his way out. The sound of the motorcycle a few minutes later confirmed this. So he never got to mention the flooring or the dogs, but that’s okay. He’ll try again in a few days when he goes to pay the rest of the rent. Jesse said it was okay, he understood that times are tough, and he didn’t want a late fee when Tom asked him about that. At first I chided Tom for asking and putting it into his head, but he said that this way he can’t change his mind if he talks to Maryann in between. He’s got a point there!

Anyway, while I’m still not sure of our future, I definitely feel more relaxed now than I did yesterday. I figured Jesse wouldn’t have a problem with us splitting the rent, as I said before, but hearing him say so himself made all the difference from just thinking he would say so.

So now Jesse knows for sure that we’re on unemployment, although I would think he was starting to put two and two together. It may be hard to see down here, but given the odd times Tom’s come and gone, and the fact that if you look real hard through the winter-thinned leaves you can see the car as long as it’s daytime, I’m sure it was getting pretty obvious.

If Tom doesn’t have a job by March I’m going to be getting really worried!

Jesse was gone for about 4 hours during which Tom said he only heard two quick barking spells, miraculously before I got up. I myself have been blessed with hearing absolutely nothing other than a few minutes of that dirt bike.

For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out how to post new threads on OLS, so I asked a friend of mine who’s also a member and they told me how. I wanted to start a thread about the dolls to see if it brought more traffic to them on eBay, but no-go. Angelina had 5 watchers, but now she’s down to just 3. I know the economy sucks, but I really expected more views than they’ve gotten so far. Angelina’s at 24 while Tyler’s at just 14.

Heard the renters’ dogs go off just now. One of them anyway. I can tell it’s about a few hundred feet in back too, so they’re definitely still keeping them tied up. Hope it lasts!

Through someone else’s thread, I found this really cool site. They left a link saying that you could find all kinds of information on people there, so I figured what the hell? And so I followed the link out of natural curiosity. I don’t know if I’d say it was “all kinds” of info, but it’s definitely got more than most. I don’t get why it makes so many people uncomfortable, though. As long as no one has your SS# there’s nothing anyone can really use against you. Most of the stuff found there was a matter of public information years before the internet ever existed, and a lot of it was put there by the person themselves, such as social networking profiles.

Anyway, I ran a few people’s names and what I found was amazing, but not surprising. We almost all have our brushes with the law at some point, as nobody’s perfect, so I wasn’t surprised to find some records, including my own. I couldn’t find detailed information on most of these types of things. You have to pay for it, and no one’s background has me that curious, so I couldn’t get the outcome on some of the cases.

Big bro, who I’d still describe as a hypocritical asshole with a great sense of humor, got busted for speeding in Ohio many years ago and lost his business in 2007 as if losing his son wasn’t enough 10 years before that.

No serious dirt on big sis, who had a profile on MySpace she hasn’t updated since December of 2007. I’m surprised she’d want to meet old classmates like she said on Facebook after the way they picked on her. I don’t remember her ever having any friends before she moved out of the house but we are 8 years apart so who knows for sure?

My folks were in small claims court for “damages less than $100” in 1991. I never heard about it, but I guess it was some other business against the business they once had. Don’t know the outcome, though.

I also found what might be a picture of Stacey. I saw her address and profile page on Facebook and Reunion, and also that she had been a bonded notary from 1992-1996 (my mother was a notary also but hasn’t renewed her license since 2007). From what I could tell, she’s worked at a few different management companies and may currently be a district manager at the site that had the picture. I’d be amazed if she really was still able to work in this business! So many people at the Vista had problems with her overstepping her boundaries. She’d give out people’s personal information, pit tenants against others, stick her nose where it didn’t belong, and so on and so forth. I swear all she had going for her was her looks, but I’ve certainly seen prettier!

Anyway, there were pictures of employees in their offices. I studied hers and overall it seems like it could be her, but I can’t say for sure. The site was copyrighted in 2003. She’d have been 34 then and that’s about how old the woman in the picture looks. Older than the 26 she was when I last knew her, but definitely not the 42 she is today. She’s aging pretty well, I must admit. If it’s her, she was still slim when the picture was taken and didn’t appear to have any gray hair yet. She had it styled like she had it when I knew her; shoulder-length, side-parted. When I tried to enlarge the picture it became too blocky to see any real detail to positively identify her, not that it really matters.

Of course I couldn’t resist sending her a message just to say “hello” in case it is her. If it is, who knows if she’s still there what with the way the economy is? Or with all the trouble she causes, which could be why she hops from management company to management company.

Lastly, since it was free and legal, I decided it was high time I left a review of the wonderful so-called public defender I had years ago. I got to be amazed yet again when I saw that there were no previous complaints against this shyster, but then again, when you try to lodge a complaint and no one will let you, this doesn’t mean others haven’t tried, and most people may not know about this site. I didn’t until I stumbled upon it earlier. My review went like this:

Paul K withheld all kinds of information that could’ve prevented me from a 2000 conviction. He also lied to me and told me I would receive just a few months of probation when in fact I ended up receiving a 3-year sentence, 6 months of which had to be spent in jail. I was also tricked and manipulated into thinking I was being charged for sending old neighbors journals of mine that had nothing nice to say about them, when in fact I was really being charged for a threatening letter I never sent. There was also stuff I’d never seen until minutes before sentencing. This is because the “victim” was personal friends with the cop involved, both of whom admitted to being prejudiced against Jews (yes, I am Jewish). This cop typed the letter himself, and thrust it into my hands during interrogation to get my prints on it, thus using it as a weapon against me for lodging a city complaint against the old neighbors for noise/vandalism, and as a way to legally lash out at a Jew. Sending the journals may not have been the smartest thing to do, but nonetheless, my rights to free speech were grossly violated.

My being naïve to the law was clearly taken advantage of by a person who worked for the state, the very being against me. By the time I learned that he had to have known what I was really charged with and that I didn’t understand a fraction of what was really going on, and that he had to have known I wasn’t going to get just a few months of probation, it was too late. My husband tried to lodge a complaint on my behalf with the bar, but sadly enough, and just like within police departments, they usually protect their own. This means that no one would even listen.

It shames me - even angers me - that such shady, deceptive con artists like Mr. K are allowed to practice law of any kind. I don’t think these kinds of people have any concept of the financial and emotional devastation their vindictiveness causes. What he and the others involved did, cost my husband and me thousands of dollars, half a year of time that can never be replaced, and a world of grief. I continued to be victimized afterward and finally had to leave the state. I still live in fear of these obsessed sickos hunting me down and trying to victimize me all over again. But I’m smarter now and determined not to let that happen. Meanwhile, Mr. K is very lucky that I wasn’t in a position to take the legal action necessary to see him disbarred.

Today I have an online journal. I don’t let the past scare me from exercising my right to free speech. You can see this at (I left the link to my diary) END

Okay, enough of those who screwed me over in the past! It sure felt good to get it out, though. Very therapeutic. Hey, what are journals for if you can’t vent and rant about your enemies? LOL, Well, enemies or not, these people are nothing more than just a very bad memory now. They cannot legally – or illegally for that matter – harm me ever again. I remind myself of this when I think of those who decided I “stalked” the people who lived just 3 feet from my husband and I, and who tormented us nearly every day, then called it a “hate” crime when my husband complained to the city, and I was willing to share some journal excerpts about it, ultimately causing them to be evicted, or at least so they said in court. Yet the only thing I ever “hated” was the way they so freely and openly victimized me and used and abused the law against me. Meanwhile, the only one who was ever truly hated was me.

Hey, didn’t I say enough of these sickos? Shame on me!