Marie called yesterday just to hear my voice and to cheer me up. I love her for caring, accepting me as I am, and trying to assure me that things will work out. But how come everyone else is so sure of that and I’m not? What do they know that I don’t? Or is it me who knows something they don’t?

Andy left some messages for me. I always felt he’d one day meet Stevie Nicks since he had become friends with her mother, and he has! He said they’ve met 4 times and he has pictures of them together. I’d love to see them!

He says Marla doesn’t read my journal because she’s busy, my writing has improved immensely although he doesn’t read my stories, and he can read Spanish but not fully understand it though he’d love to learn. I directed him to the language learning site I use.

Still can’t learn Esperanto at the language site because they’re still messed up. Yeah, them and their fucking problems. I warned Andy about that, too. But I was able to enroll in the Catalan course, so now I’m learning that. Again, it’s just another variation of romance languages, so it should be fast and easy. I got 100% on my first lesson. Still need to get on with my German, and of course there’s always room for improvement in my other languages. I may know a shitload of Spanish and sign language, but even I still find myself totally lost at times if the person speaks/signs too fast.

People have asked if I have any learning tips. Just keep at it regularly and try to make yourself think in your new language. When listening to music, translate what you can when you listen to the words and do things like that.

What shocked the shit out of me was that Andy said he wasn’t aware of all the legal shit that went down with me in 2000. He only learned of it through my journal. I was surprised because of all the publicity the case got. It got the same kind of attention murderers or celebrities get! The media circus was so insanely asinine that I still can’t believe it ever happened and I doubt I ever will. I remember thinking, “What’s next, a call from Oprah?”

Tom wonders if Andy may be exaggerating how well he’s doing. Yeah, I wondered that, too. According to him, his life became great as soon as I left it. Hmm… interesting. I doubt he’s exaggerating, though, and if he is I doubt it’s by much.

Yesterday I was out hanging sheets when all of a sudden I was face to face with this cute little mommy bird sitting on her eggs in this nest that’s been in the corner of the porch roof for a while now. I took some pictures.

It was 50 fucking degrees when I went out running yesterday morning. 50 fucking degrees in June! I miss living in a warm climate! By mid-June last year and the year before we could keep the windows open till mid to late August, but not this year! We still have to close them at night. :( That’s ok. A few more months and I’ll never have to worry about being cold ever again if things don’t turn around.