While I was proofreading the last chunk of my bio to post earlier today – yeah, it always has to be while I’m trying to work – I could hear the ATV zooming up and down the drive, so I figured there’d be something going on today. Then our pestlord came down, got something from his shit pile, then took off. Before he did, though, Whiskey ran right up to me and said hello. Jesse said they were supposed to be here now (at 10:30) to cut the wood up and wasn’t sure if they’d be around or not. But they showed up shortly afterward and are now driving me nuts with the obnoxious buzzing of the chainsaw, followed by loud thunks as they load the back of the pickup with the wood. It’s actually Jesse’s dad and his brother. Jesse and the dogs are who knows where right now. Jesse had told Tom he thought he might have to work today and tomorrow, but I knew by how quiet it was when I got up that he wasn’t working. He could’ve gone in late, though, cuz if he were here I would think he’d be down here helping.

How many days this particular project will take, I do not know, but does it matter? As soon as they’re done with this it’ll be off to something else, so who cares?

They’re just now leaving (at noon) with a truckload of wood, but there’s still a lot more wood to cut up and it will probably be days before they’re done. I wouldn’t be surprised if they returned later on.

The brother had asked Tom if he’s seen any bobcats around here. I guess some people he knows who don’t live very far from here have seen some, but I’m not worried. Those are nocturnal and I’m never out at night.

Got the few things I ordered from Sephora. I’d say their products are undersized and overpriced, but it was nice to try some of their stuff. The lip stain works great. I can wear my lip gloss over it and you can still see a hint of color. Also, the Tom Ford Black Orchid perfume was to die for, as well as my Pink Sugar.

Last night I realized something about jinx-writing. At least I think I’m onto something where that’s concerned. If I’m right about the pattern I think I’m seeing, then I better get writing if people will stop distracting me long enough. When I thought back to the things I’ve written in stories or letters that have come true or sort of come true, they seemed to have been written “on location.” The story where the chick gets framed and falls for a guard who likes her in return was written where I lived at the time in Phoenix. Some of it took place there anyway, within my mind. I wrote in my parents’ letter that I “did intend to win a vehicle someday” back in the motel, and then we got news that we won the ATV before they gave us a cash equivalent. Then there’s my story with the semi-triangle which I set right here. I purposely had one of the lead characters in yet another story come into enough money to buy a house hoping it’d jinx it into happening, but it didn’t. That one was set in a totally fictitious place. I guess it can’t hurt to do another story set here and bring some serious money into it and see what happens, but right now I have other projects I still need to finish.

Marie always puts a smile on my face and makes me laugh in real life, but in Dreamland last night she did anything but that! Yeah, it was a rather violent dream, LOL, though it was me doing the violence. Well, I tried anyway. I can’t imagine what she could do to piss me off so bad, and I’m not in the habit of throwing punches at someone who’s got 7 inches and 25 pounds on me, but I was furious for some reason. This seemed to amuse Marie, though, who simply caught my fists in midair before they could make contact with her. This pissed me off even more while it made her laugh harder. “What are you gonna do now? Tell me to shove a broom handle up my ass?”

“No, try a pinecone this time, bitch!” I screamed as I tried to pull away.

Then she sternly said, “Calm down, Jodi Lin” and I suddenly felt like an idiot for taking such a childish shitfit, but was kind of turned on at the same time by the way she held me. I woke up before I could learn why I was so pissed at her and what happened next.

It’s kind of funny when I think of how Donna dumped me for writing in my journal in 1992 that she was a bitch, while I told Marie to her face to go shove a broom handle up her ass and she said, “Don’t worry. We all get mad at times.” She is definitely a very loyal and faithful friend. Of course, we also don’t think of each other as just “friends.”

It hit me that while it wasn’t the impression I got, maybe Jan didn’t own the store. And so I messaged Betsy and told her of this possibility, and gave her a physical description of Jan as well. She replied by saying her mother didn’t have long dark hair and she never sold incense and is as conservative as conservative can be.

The reply, as with the first one, seemed legit. With one small catch. What does her being conservative have to do with anything? You know, as in a lesbian writing a story about a woman she has a crush on? Of course, she could’ve read my journal too, I don’t know.

Like I said, I don’t know what to think at this point, but I can’t think of anything else I can do to find her.