Maliheh checked me out at 2am her time last night. I’m flattered! And oh, how I wonder about her, too. I’m not only curious about what she’s thinking where I’m concerned, but what is her life like? What does she do? Does she live alone? What does she like and dislike?

All the “at” animals come out at night – rats, cats, bats, gnats… Just a casual observation.

Jesse was down yesterday to finish up with the cooler, and sure enough, now he wants to redo our roof. Ugh! There’s always one project after another! I don’t miss renting from a management company, but I miss the days of seeing the landlord just once or twice a year instead of every 2-6 weeks. I guess there’s some kind of thing you just roll onto the roof or that you paint on as a protective coating. He said it shouldn’t leak, but he should do it this winter. Yeah, I figured he’d think of something else to do down here soon enough. I should just be glad it’s summer. He doesn’t work nearly as much on the land at this time of year.

Anyway, Tom helped him out. They communicated with walkie-talkies while Tom worked up here and Jesse worked at the back of the land where the well is located. Between us helping him out and tending to some of the land so he has less to do, I think it’s pretty safe to say he would rather not lose us and risk getting renters in here like what he had before us.

We didn’t know this, but he apparently has a daughter as well. She’s leaving for college down in Long Beach.

Even so, we looked online at land in California, Nevada and Florida, Whiskey chased a fawn, and I did some writing.

I got up around 3am to find a message from Tom saying that the connection had been really bad all night, he was on the phone with our provider 3 times, and each time they gave him a different story. In other words, they don’t care and they’re not going to do anything about it, knowing we have no choice but to continue using them if we want to go online at all since they’re the only providers out in the boonies here. So thanks to whatever’s cursing us financially, he was unable to list anything on eBay, and of course the people who interviewed him wouldn’t dare call to say he’d been hired. So we starve to death in another few months and God gets another damn good laugh at our expense. No biggie, right?

I had house dreams galore last night and a dream about Maliheh supposedly hunting me down to try to kill me. Some of the houses were rural, some weren’t. One I remember in detail was both good and bad. It was bad because it was old and ugly, but good because it was a good size two-story house. Nothing overly big, but sufficient enough.

Later…

Hahahaha, just 12 hours later Maliheh visited my blog again. Wow, that’s 4 times in less than a week!

And now it looks like a friend of hers is visiting since they not only came in from Facebook but are in Lenexa, Kansas. I swear she’s got connections in Iowa, Missouri and Kansas.

Damn, I wish I could see/hear what she says when she talks about me to others!

Right before 6am, I noticed the water pressure was low – AGAIN – and then shortly afterward I could hear Jesse on the ATV. The dogs came and sought us out before Jesse got to doing our cooler around noon. We heard them race across the porch and so we went out to say hi. Sure enough, they alternated between playing with us as well as wrestling with each other.

Later on, Jesse called – yes, he actually called – to say that we’d have water in about an hour and that he was re-wiring the well. This should help a lot of the pressure problems we’ve been having. He said he was up at 6:00 shaving when he went to rinse his razor and realized there was no water, and so he had to go outside and hose it off. I got to laugh at him too, though we all laughed at that one.

He’s going to be back this morning to make sure nothing’s leaking. I’m glad I’m on days!

I finally remembered to ask him what these palm-like trees are called and they’re Trees of Heaven. Palms and cactuses aren’t native to this area, and they’re pretty much the only trees around here that I like.

Well, this is interesting. I check Maliheh’s profile out every now and then to see if anything’s changed, and she’s now showing our mutual friends (I didn’t even know we had any, though we do have one), and her photos. But the one showing her face isn’t there.

The question is, does she realize these things are visible or is it a glitch on Facebook’s part? If it was her that set them to be visible, is she slowly “opening up” to me? It will be interesting to see if there’s any kind of reaction on her part when I finish her story, though I’m not counting on it.

I’m afraid to get my hopes up, but nonetheless, I wonder if this could be a turning point in our lives. As I’ve learned – expect the best and you’ll be more disappointed if things don’t go your way. Expect the worst and you’ll be all the more delighted if they do go your way. But Tom thinks that if the company that interviewed him yesterday gets the contract they’re after, they will hire him. I guess they repair broken electronic parts like cell phones. They were actually interviewing tons of people every 15 minutes. The only problem is that it could very well be just a one-month assignment if he does get the job. It’s better than nothing, but we need something permanent and some real security, goddamnit! Why are the basic, simple everyday things so out of reach for us and so damn much to ask for??? All we can do is hope they hire him and that it leads to something permanent, but this is rather unlikely. Either way, they said they’d call today or tomorrow if they want him.

We’re scrambling to save all we can to buy us extra time because if we don’t beat the clock, and if they do add more unemployment extensions, I know they’re going to wait until after this one runs out. They already said that if they do anything it won’t be until November. Like I said before, I’m so sick of being teased about our survival and struggling like we have that I don’t care anymore if we don’t make it. Don’t care if we do either.

In other good news, they paid me for the work that was auto-rejected, and they even restored my approval rate back to the 99.4% it was, so that’s nice.

Jesse was all excited to get his money, Tom told me after he called to let him know it was in the box, and he’s coming down today to “ditch” the cooler. That way the main well pump doesn’t have to work so hard with it hooked up to the shallow well.

So I will get to see the dogs I love as much as I hate. I especially love Whiskey and I hate him more than Brandy too, LOL. He barks way more than Brandy. But I love how they run up to me for hugs.

Once again, even though it’s summer, we had some spring-like weather. It got chilly in here in the early mornings two days in a row. I worry that while everywhere else is warming up, this area is going to cool down. I hope not!

Later…

Maliheh just checked out my blog again, LOL! Once again...is she curious about me? The story? Or does she just want to get me?

With over 2K coming to us between yesterday and next Friday, a job interview for Tom this afternoon, and a finished story for me, I’d say things are much, much better than they have been for the girl who’s had death on her mind a little too much lately. Now if we can just survive the next 700 days, we’ll be cashing in his pension and “going home,” wherever that may be.

The interview is just a low-paying temp job in a warehouse, and they’ll probably turn him down when they see his age and color, but at least they want to see him. Worst case scenario, we’re back to having to beat the clock.

Anyway, once we pay the cock up the hill for the last part of July and all of August, I will be eating like a pig for a couple of days, then it’s back to my timer diet where I eat 6 times each day every two hours beginning when I’ve been up for two hours. My calories can’t exceed 1200 a day and I also have to run a mile a day. It’s no fun, but you do get used to it, and it does work.

I emailed Marie to let her know my book was done. She’s been busy with OT and has decided not to move to New Hampshire. I can understand this. She may not always get along with her roommates, but very few people don’t have to pay rent, and if she moved, she may get along even worse with her new roommate, and there’s no guarantee she could get a job, either. So it’s not always wise to leap if you might not land on solid ground.

I’ve been restless lately. I want to just up and leave and run off to someplace new. But at the same time, I want to stay put and never budge an inch.

Digital Confessions is now done! Woot! Now it’s in the editing phase which could take a week or two.

That’s the good news. The bad news is that I still wonder if the only escape from this curse is death. I really don’t think we’re going to get any more money and we’re just about out of what little we have, so this may be it. I may not even have time to do all the editing I want to do. Well, whatever happens, it’s like I said before; there’s just as much good in dying as there is in living. If I don’t make it, yeah, I’ll miss people and my hobbies and things like that, but there’ll be no more stress, no more struggling, no more barking, no more cold, etc, and it is still predominantly cold here being 1000’ up and with such wet winters. If it was as dry as Arizona, it would be mostly warm, at least during the daytime. But all the rain we get from the fall to the spring keeps the temperature down.

As most people know, you get followers on Twitter based on what you tweet about. Someone with this really cool language site started following me and tweeting famous love quotes every half hour in Italian. I translate it first in my mind and then I click the link to get anything I missed or to see if I’m correct. I can now understand a good 75% of the Italian I read – yes! Italian grammar is a killer, though! Worst grammar I ever dealt with! All romance languages have psycho grammar, but Italian’s definitely the worst and in many ways harder than English.

Does everyone have dreams where they’re naked in public? I have these types of dreams every now and then myself. Last night Tom and I were at a store when I suddenly realized that all I was wearing was a pair of black panties. I quickly wrapped my arms around my chest to cover my boobies. Then I realized that Tom didn’t seem to notice my nakedness, and so I hoped that this meant that others wouldn’t either.

I also dreamt that Jesse told me a woman named (he said my sister’s full name) called complaining about all the barking, and right away I feared the drama queen was about to try to pull something on me because there’s no way she could hear the barking all the way in Connecticunt, of course.

In real life, the fucker never came home last night. If he did it was after 1am, and so it sounded like a winter day with all the barking that went on for at least 6 hours. I had to put the sound machines on all throughout the place just to concentrate on my writing. It’s fucking ridiculous that this has to follow us every single fucking place we go in the west, although Andy said it wasn’t a regular problem for him. Then he must not have lived close to other people’s yards. For us, where there are yards there are dogs and so there is barking. Not every single yard within the immediate area of every place we’ve lived at has had dogs, but there’s always at least one that has.

I’m in a better mood than I was last night, even though the Beanie Baby didn’t sell. Next we move on to plan #2 and that’s seeing what we can get from a company that buys Beanie Babies. If they won’t give me at least $200, I’m not interested. And if that’s the case, then it’s off to plan #3 which is to group them into lots and do shorter listings.

Tom’s now down from over 270 pounds to 243 – yay! And I’m just ever so slightly under the 130-marker myself. Almost put 230. I don’t think I could even walk at 230 as short as I am!

I don’t know why I would do that since Halloween is an ugly holiday. Witches aren’t my thing, psychic or not, and black and orange aren’t my favorite colors. They’re not as ugly as gray and olive, but they don’t do anything for me either. I remember Halloween was Andy’s favorite holiday, though, while mine was always New Year’s Eve, though lately the thought of a new year doesn’t bring the kind of hope and excitement it once did. Gee, I wonder why?! Like maybe somebody finally realizes – even if she’s a little slow at times – that her future was obvious all along. Yeah, it’s sad to know that my answer would be the same if someone asked me where I saw myself a year from now, 5 years from now, or even 10 years from now.

Poor, poor and poor.

We’ve been in California for exactly 3 years today. Financially we’ve gotten absolutely nowhere. Personally, intellectually and material-wise we’ve come a long way.

Jesse goes out on Friday and Saturday nights, so the dogs are going crazy. It’s times like this I don’t feel the least bit guilty about being late with the rent. We specifically told Maryann up front we wanted a quiet place.

I have been depressed, frustrated, stressed and pissed, but mostly pissed. My job as an artificial intelligence worker prohibits me from discussing much in the way of details, but I will say that one of the requestors had a huge glitch in their system last night and I ended up working all night for free when I could’ve been working on my story and studying languages. They obviously got a lot of complaints and people stopped doing their jobs once they realized that they too, were automatically getting rejected, because they still have a million HITs listed, and these usually go fast. I thought it was weird at first since I’ve worked for these people before and have always had all my work approved and paid.

All workers have an approval rate, depending on how well they do. My approval rate had been 99.4%, but the fuckers threw me down to 98.7% after their fucked up system rejected 196 HITs, as they call the jobs. They’re aware of the problem now and have approved a dollar’s worth of the $9 I’m owed. We’re pretty sure they’ll compensate people somehow with a bonus of some kind, but as MT themselves said, they can’t un-reject rejected HITs, so I’m stuck with a lower approval rate, even though anything over 95% is outstanding. I cashed out immediately because until I realized it was a glitch in the system, I was afraid I’d get kicked off and basically fired. I couldn’t just open a new account in a different name/email if I did because my SS# is still the same either way. I’m tempted to take Tom’s advice and just do educational surveys, translation and transcription jobs, and leave it at that. We’re still going to be poor anyway so what the hell.

Yeah, speaking of that, God’s blessed us so much that He’s seen to it that we won’t be eating much this week. Isn’t He wonderful, folks? Well, that’s ok. I hate Him as much as He hates my husband and I. See, we were supposed to get our money last week. But now the new earliest/latest scenario is on for between next Monday and Wednesday. Tom, who keeps up to date at their site as to what they’re doing and when they’re doing it, says there’s no way the money won’t get to us next week, everything’s fine, etc., but I’m so sick of being teased and beaten over the head with money that if I could reach up, yank God down out of the sky long enough to shove a dollar bill in his mouth and make him choke on it, I probably would! And I don’t care who I piss off by saying so! We all have our own ways of venting and this is mine. I’m just so fucking fed up! It’s a never-ending cycle of bullshit that just won’t quit no matter what we do! Every day I’m thinking of suicide. Every day now. If you knew someone or something put a curse on you for reasons you’ll probably never know, that could never be undone, and if you knew you were destined to be dirt poor and have all your dreams in life denied to you, wouldn’t you think about it? The older I get, the more I realize things will never ever change. If I were still in my 20s, even my 30s, I would probably have some hope that we could turn things around. But not at 44 and 53. As I told Tom, who’s been begging me to “hang on,” I can only live for him so much. Sometimes a person’s gotta do what they gotta do and live for themselves. And I just don’t know that I could go on like this another 30 or 40 years if we survive this recession. He insisted he not only doesn’t want to lose me, but that he would be blamed for my suicide and doesn’t want to go to prison. Of course I had to laugh at that one. If God protects those who have really actually wronged me for real, why would He see that Tom got punished for something he didn’t do and that I did to myself all by myself? Anyway, I’m not saying I’m going to kill myself. I’m just saying that I’m getting awfully sick of life and am losing my will to go on. Nothing excites me anymore and I just feel like I have nothing to live for at times.

I try to just take solace in and be grateful for the fact that Tom and I are healthy, though I still have scattered chest pains, palpations and feelings of being smothered. Not tight-chested like I’d get down in Arizona, but I sometimes feel like I can’t take in a full breath of air, and yawning doesn’t always help either. These are all said to be classic heart failure symptoms, but the longer I have this, the more obvious it is that my heart is ok because I would probably be dead by now if it was my heart, or the symptoms would have worsened by now. My next guess is nerves, but I’ve been under a lot more stress than this before but didn’t have these symptoms. IDK, maybe it’s my body’s new way of reacting to stress. sighs A part of me wishes I did have something deadly. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about being poor or killing myself, would I?

I’ve also got hobbies I enjoy, though I can’t do some of them, like studying languages, when it’s noisy.

What the hell? My keyboard stopped working and I got so pissed that I punched the shit out of it and now it’s working again! Jesus, it never ends! Leaky pipes, computer problems, money problems… it never fucking ends! What’s next, God? Huh? What’s next? Aaaarrrggghhh!!!!!!!

Before my foul mood gets any more fucked up or my keyboard quits for good no matter how viciously I beat the snot out of it, we have baby birds nesting just outside the kitchen door in the corner of the porch. Their little chirps are cute to hear, and we hate to have to scare Mama Bird when we go in and out. She’s getting used to us, though.

I think my fucking hand is broken – aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Almost forgot - I remember 4 dreams I had last night, for those of you who don’t find that sort of thing boring.

In one dream I was going through my MIL’s dresser, though I don’t know how or why I would be at her place of all places. I was rummaging through the top drawer. There was an Italian coin that said “Italia” on it, but instead of swiping that I swiped a couple of bucks of American change, feeling no guilt at all, and bought myself some junk food with it from a vending machine.

Then we were stuck in a tooth house again, as I call houses that are just a few feet apart, that was tiny and laid out like the Oregon house. I didn’t know it, but we were stuck living next to the crazy black bitch all over again that we lived with in Phoenix. We both stepped out of our houses at the same time. She spotted me and began screaming, “She’s going to kill me! She’s going to kill me!”

I immediately ran back inside and hid as she and someone else kicked at the door, knowing that once the cops got there, she would be the one to automatically be believed because I’m white, and even though there’s no one left alive who had a hand in slavery, we whites of today are the ones paying for it.

Next I was visiting some woman in a very big and old house. The living room was huge and nearly empty. Then I realized the woman was crazy when she kept insisting I was her dead daughter come back to life. I went to leave, but the door was locked.

The last dream wasn’t too bad, though. I actually liked it and was kind of sorry to wake up from it because Tom and I both seemed so excited. We seemed to have all the freedom and money in the world to be able to do what we were going to do. We were driving through the woods, though the woods looked more Oregonish than down here. “I’m sick of this climate,” I said, and Tom said, “Me too.” I was surprised cuz I thought he liked it. Then I said, “Now’s the time. Now’s the time before you turn 55 to check out Florida where most dogs are household pets in the east. You said it yourself - we don’t want to settle in a place and then have to move a few years later. If we don’t like it we can always head back out west.”

Tom agreed and the dream ended with me saying we’d get as close to my folks as we could. How wonderful it would be to be able to shop around for our forever home like that! But I wouldn’t have the guts to move long-distance after what happened the last time, and we definitely wouldn’t have the money. I still don’t think there’s even going to be a temporary home in our cards. Oh, I don’t want to think about it. I’ll only start crying!

Oh, God, why oh why won’t you be a little bit nicer to us????? If I could suddenly know for sure that I was wrong, man, what a blubbering fool I’d be! I’d totally go ballistic with joy!

Someone in Concord, NH searched for “Valleyhead Lenox, school and girls” and hit my blog. I wonder if it was Tammie?

Still nothing from the sick bitch, not surprisingly. I won’t let her ignore me, though. I can’t make her read my messages, but I’ll be sure to remind her of my existence every so often. I think she is reading them, though, cuz just like Maliheh, she’s hoping I’ll say the wrong thing.

I had a ridiculous house dream, LOL. The house was huge and must’ve been like 4 or 5 stories. On the ground floor, we had a horse. I said to Tom, “Horses can tell temperature differences, right?” He said yes and I said that I didn’t see any point in heating that part of the house during the winter.

When I told Tom about it I said, “The message in that dream was simple. In other words, keep dreaming the impossible, because the impossible is all we’re going to get.”

He said, “No, it’s a sign that the horses are going to help get us a house, but you don’t see it.”

Yeah, right! I sure wish that was the case!

I also wrote a poem in my dreams for that hot Italian guard who escorted Amanda Knox to and from the court, but I don’t remember what I wrote, much less how I thought I was going to get it to her since I don’t even know her name, LOL.

I was reading about the Knox case, which is rather interesting, but what really stands out in my mind, besides how hot some of the guards were that were escorting her, was how her family defended her. Never once did I hear them express any doubt as to her innocence (though I think she’s guilty). Had that been me in her shoes, my family would never have defended me like that! They’d pay for lawyers if they had the money and send me things I may need that were allowed, but I can totally picture them in interviews, saying things like, “While we’re here to support her and help try to get her freed as soon as possible, Jodi needs to take responsibility for her own actions. We’re aware of the fact that she has problems and well, we all gotta do what we gotta do, but we’re here for her.”

Even my own husband made me sound guilty as hell in court when he said, “I just want her to get help.” It’s like I have a magnet for attracting a serious lack of defense when it comes to getting or needing people on my side, guilty or not. Tom later explained the reason he said that which wasn’t because he really thought I needed help. He knew I was the victim all the way in that case. He was actually trying one last-ditch effort to remind the judge that it was only a letter, and therapy was an alternative to punishment. But it was obvious that the judge had already made up his mind about me before he ever even laid eyes on me. Tom later regretted saying this since it obviously didn’t do me any good. We’d have done many things differently had we known then what we know now, but we were naïve to the law and that’s why they took advantage of me. But still, when I do things like bitch about Jesse’s racket when he’s out gunning engines or refusing to call before coming down here with non-emergencies, he’s quick to make excuses for the guy and, it bothers me.

I was remembering – and I definitely couldn’t forget this one – one of the funniest memories Andy and I always used to laugh about. I was so rude, but it was so funny at the same time. Sort of like the garage thing. He used to have me tell him this story over and over again it was just so fucking funny!

Back in Springfield when I was still wasting my time with what obviously wasn’t meant to be, I would meet women on dating lines. Or try to anyway. Back then I liked them super feminine whereas these days I like them in the middle. So I called this girl in Rhode Island and told her up front I wanted a feminine woman. We ended up talking for quite a while. At one point she made the comment about her sister’s dresser in her bedroom having all kinds of makeup, perfume and jewelry all over it, while hers just had a bottle of deodorant.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” I suddenly exclaimed, “I smell dyke here!”

Damn! Springfield’s going to be 76º and only fall to 71º at night. But up in K-Falls, they’re going to go from 90º to 55º. That’s one of the sucky things to dry climates; the extreme hi/lo fluctuations. We’ll drop 30º too, but we’ll be dropping from 100º.

According to Andy, I didn’t quite get the garage door story right in my last entry. He asked me why my memory is so shot when I write things down, yet he remembers things and he doesn’t write things down. But I didn’t write it down. I was a vague and shitty writer back in the late 80s. I was just going by my rapidly declining memory. It used to be that I’d remember a new sign or Spanish word the first time I saw/heard it. But now it takes me a few times around to remember new Italian, Portuguese or German words. Argh! It took two shots to remember that snail in Italian is lumaca. Well, la lumaca, since they put the word “the” in front of everything.

Anyway, he told me what really happened and it’s still pretty funny to me, even though I do feel sorry for the patient and how they’d freak out over the sound of the garage door opening and closing. I can’t imagine how someone like that could survive the car stereos once they hit the scene. And thank God they don’t live in the West where there are tons of barking dogs just about everywhere you go. That is unless there are only certain sounds that drive them crazy, like with me. I don’t mind the frogs croaking up a storm in the rainy season like they do. They’re just as loud as the dogs, yet the dogs drive me absolutely crazy. They’re already back to going off in the mornings (at least I know Jesse’s working), but I’m not surprised. They started barking earlier last fall and stopped later last spring, so why not start earlier this fall, too? Then by next summer, we won’t get any peace at all, not even when it’s 100º.

The Beanie Baby’s up to 28 views, but still no bids. We figure that if it’s going to sell, someone will swoop in at the last minute and grab it.

I wonder how Marie’s been doing. I know she’s busy working tons of OT and gearing up for the move to New Hampshire. And perhaps she is still bedazzled by that girl she met online, but either way, she’s been in my thoughts. I really did love her, I was attracted to her, and probably always will be. With all we’ve been through it’s hard not to care about her, and hey, I am attracted to tall, dark ladies, particularly Italians, LOL.

I guess he wouldn’t mind my saying this, but Andy had a time when he looked Hispanic and he liked it, too. I wouldn’t mind looking Italian or Asian. I love straight dark brown or black hair and really dark eyes. The Asians don’t get fat very easily either.

Back to Marie. I had a wet dream last night that kind of dried up fast, LOL. I don’t know where we were but we’d just gotten it on and I was standing in the kitchen trying to cook us something when she kept grabbing me from behind and pulling me back against her. She wanted another round between the sheets, but I was hungry. For food, that is. Then we got in a fight and I called my dad, of all people, to come and pick me up, LOL, cuz she wouldn’t drive me home.

Lots of work at the job site tonight, so off I go!

I wasn’t so sure MyOpera would appreciate my political rant in one of my previous entries, so I deleted it. I’m going to really enjoy being my own boss once I get my own site going. Could still be a while, though, what with everything else we got going on. It says in their TOS that anything vulgar, hateful or sexual isn’t allowed, and while plenty of others seem to be able to get away with it, I’m not usually good at getting away with things, so I toned that entry down.

The good news is that I’m really racing toward the finish line with my book! Just maybe I will get it done before the month is out, but if I don’t, I should have it done by mid-August. I’m excited!

I was remembering when Andy and I would go to the beach – he would always do the driving, of course, since I don’t drive – we had this point in the drive where I would start writing in my journal. Of course I did that all by hand back then as this was in the late 80s. There was this certain bend in the road on our way to the beach in Old Slyme, CT, as we’d call it, where I would start writing and for some reason, he really liked that. The trip usually took a little over an hour and this “writing point” was about 20 minutes from the beach. At least I think it was.

I was also remembering how we stayed at Ho Jo’s for one or two nights with a friend of his named Juliet. She had long dark hair. I think they were neighbors as kids. It was mean of us to laugh, but we couldn’t help but crack up with laughter when she was telling us about a mean prank she pulled as a kid. I guess her mother was a shrink or some kind of counselor who saw patients at her home. One of the patients would freak out over the sound of electric garage doors opening and closing, for some reason, and Juliet and what I think may’ve been her siblings would sneak into the garage and open and close the door just to get the person going, LOL.

I forgot to mention that he told me he took in Quinn’s cat after he killed himself. Quinn had her for 4 years and Andy had her for 9 years. It was their child, in a sense, and he loved her very much. But by the time he knew he was leaving Arizona, she’d gotten really old, and he prayed to God to please take her before he left, knowing she’d never survive the cross-country trip, and He did.

Leave it to God to grant Andy’s request to take a cat while He ignores my request to take the queen. I prayed so many times back in Phoenix that He take her! Alive she was nothing but a burden to others, yet dead there were people that really could’ve used her money. Healthy people with years of life ahead of them and many more expenses than she had to deal with. She will be 87 this month! I vibed she’d die at 86 or 87 of a stroke, but with everyone’s shit luck, not that we’ll be getting a damn thing from her when she finally does croak, she’ll make it to 100. That’s just more punishment for Miss Perfect, though.

Wonder how long it will take Maliheh to return to my blog on her own with no prompting from me.

Or the sicko that victimized me in Arizona? Yeah, I finally found her on Facebook. I was doing this job on the Turk where you look up profile links by email addresses. I didn’t know you could do that, so I decided to see if I could find her by her email addy since I could never find her by name. So I ran her addy and up came that pitifully ugly face of hers framed by a clownish hairstyle that makes her look as if she’d been electrocuted. I don’t just say she’s ugly because of all I suffered on account of her, but because it’s so true. Damn, is she hideous! And her thick, black-framed glasses only add to her ugliness.

But the real ugliness is inside. Deep inside that soul lies a very hateful, vindictive, vengeful person who got away with an awful lot of shit, and who helped get my own self a sentence fit for someone who’d kicked the crap out of someone pretty bad.

Okay, I don’t want to waste any more time on this pitiful excuse for a human being. I’ve got work to do.

Oh, wait! I called Stacey, too. I thought of who I may want to call now that I have free long-distance and her name popped into mind. No, I’m not making pranks, of course, but I just wanted to call once just to rattle Stacey’s nerves. Maybe God doesn’t “karmatize” those that have wronged me, but I sure sometimes do, even if it’s in a very small way. I could never have the kind of power over my abusers like they had over me. That’s why they screwed me in the first place; because they were the ones that could, not that I wanted to screw them if I’d been the one with the power.

I got an answering machine with whom I assume was James speaking, saying he was leaving an outgoing message with the help of “Sparky,” a dog I could hear barking in the background. I simply said, “I’m not sure if Stacey lives here, but this is Jodi. I got an urgent message to call this number right away. Something about needing my permission for a book deal. Well, if your caller ID is working, you know my number.”

Hahahahaha!!!

None of the Laurie numbers panned out, and I decided not to bother with Michelle. Although she might be able to give me some clues that may help me find Laurie.

I doubt I’ll get the right Jan, but maybe I’ll try to reach her, though I’ll try her at a decent hour, unlike Stacey, LOL.

Although I’m in the mood to write, I don’t have much to say at the moment. No meaningful dreams that I can recall to write about, no nothing. I pretty much slept the day away, LOL, and didn’t get up till around 3:00.

Tom finished weeding. It took him 3 hours, but he said it was a great workout for him so he didn’t mind. All the cords we have can reach 250’ so he managed to get all the way to the top of the drive where it forks. Picture the letter Y. The bottom part is the drive that stems off the main road. It’s not straight, though. It’s actually a very hilly drive. The left side of the Y drops down to our place, the right side goes uphill to his. It would be the perfect piece of land if only – if only – it was ours and Jesse and his damn dogs were out of the picture! If this land and a retirement community were our only choices, I’d go with this in a heartbeat as much as I hate wells and the headaches they bring. It’s private as hell and would be dead quiet all the time if it were just us. All we’d hear were gunshots, but fortunately we don’t hear them too often.

They finally voted, but the Republicunts were being assholes, doing their best to delay it till the very last minute since enough is never enough for the greedy bastards. They’re rich enough to buy all the cars and houses they could ever want, but that’s still not enough. It’s been nothing but a chilling display of how many heartless SOBs are in this world that are supposed to be running this country for the better and taking care of the people in it. Not seeing that they starve off as many as they can for the sake of saving money. It’s really scary to know such sick twists are representing the people of this country, but that’s the way it’s always been. Why would it change now? I hate all politicians! All they are is a bunch of money-hungry control freaks who care about money and power, not the welfare of the citizens of the country. But where I hate Dems I really hate those fucking Republicunts! I can’t believe these people don’t get assassinated with the way they play with so many people’s lives.

So we’re looking at getting our money next week, and if it weren’t for my online job, we’d be so totally beyond screwed. Totally! There’s no way we could’ve made it without it. Maybe something does want us to survive after all if only to tease us with our existence and make us miserable at times.

Speaking of work, I gotta get back to it. Then it’s on with my story so I can finally start the one I’m doing for Maliheh. Well, I’m doing it for me, too. Believe me, I wouldn’t take on any writing project I didn’t think would be fun unless I was getting paid for it. Writing articles for pay isn’t fun, so that’s why I do it – because they pay me to.

I joked to Andy about not talking for 6 months since I hate phones, but I’m sure I’ll call him in a month or two. It was so nice touching base by phone! I’ve wondered for so long just what he’s been up to.

I checked our eBay listing. Only 25 views, no watchers, no bids, no good.

They explained how the hits chart works after I asked them. The reason it could say I have 5 page views with just 1 hit on the list is that if someone visits me once, but views 5 pages while they’re at it, then it will say I have 5 views.

Well, I don’t know if Marie’s lack of emails is really due to this person she met in Texas, her busyness or something else, but I like it. I hate to say it as much as I still love her, but I really like it. I could get very used to this cut-down in messages.

For those of you who don’t know me well, I sometimes have dream premonitions. Sometimes the events mimic the dream to a T, other times it’s along the same basic idea, but doesn’t play out exactly like in the dream. I am also an “influencer” of sorts, in which the outcome of things depends highly on my mood in a more extreme way than usual. I also seem to have an occasional, but often enough to know it’s not a coincidence, knack for jinx-writing life into imitating art. I can’t tell you what you had for dinner last night, what color you’re currently thinking of, or if you’ll get rich, but for some reason, these other abilities seem to be a regular part of my life. I just don’t know why. Some people say we’re all psychic in different ways and to different degrees and that it’s much like with singing. We can all sing. It’s just that some of us do it better than others.

Not always, but usually, when something good is going to happen I have really good dreams beforehand. But I almost always have bad dreams when something bad is about to happen.

Without getting into our financial situation, I was afraid to go to bed last night (well, it was really this morning) for fear of having bad money dreams. I finally convinced myself to go to sleep, knowing that whatever was going to be would be no matter what I may or may not dream.

So I dreamt I was walking along the shore of a beach in China. I was all alone when I spotted a Chinese couple that was perhaps in their 50s. They were walking along the shore not too far from me when the guy looked at me and said with a smile, “nǐ ǎi,” which means “you are short.” I was reluctant to hang with them at first because I only know a few words in Chinese right now. They motioned me towards them, seeming to understand that I was all alone and unfamiliar with Chinese. So I followed them and they started pointing at various things and telling me what to call them in Chinese. I wanted to ask them what the word was for the color pink, my favorite color, but I couldn’t even ask that. I spoke in Spanish and Italian to see if they understood any, but they didn’t. And so I just shrugged, smiled weakly, and followed this couple like a lost stray dog.

As soon as I woke up, the first thing I asked Tom was if everything was alright, and yup. So far so good. I told him of the dream, and he said, “That must’ve been fun for you since you love learning languages.” And then he had me laughing by saying it would be quite a nightmare for him. He’s as bad with words as he is good with numbers, LOL! He often has me check out anything important he has to write. I still tease him about the time we sold this sequined hat right before we left Arizona and he listed it as “Sequenced Hat.”

I later commented on how much I missed the beach and he said that maybe the dream was a sign, and I said, “Of what, that I’m going to be stranded in China?” Of course he meant that we’d go to the beach, but if we do, it’s way in the future.

Oh great. Now my Formspring account is being spammed, and when I went to leave some smart-ass reply, they’ve got it set up somehow so it doesn’t show on the list of questions. Could just be delayed, though, so we’ll see if it shows up later.

In case anyone is confused, my saying Andy gave me bad advice about the hydrogen tooth rinse was just me being sarcastic. It actually turned out to be great advice! My teeth are already noticeably whiter. Tom said that’s what they use in whitening treatments, so it’s no surprise.

If there’s any good to Andy no longer living in Arizona it’s that I’ll never have to worry about him pressuring me to visit him there, since we can’t tell him all the reasons why we could never return to that gorgeous but fucked up state.

Tom picked up a letter from Rosa and the adapter we ordered in the mail today. Poor Rosa. This is the saddest letter I’ve gotten from her so far. She hurt her arm, lost her job, and has been depressed and sleeping a lot, but has been thinking of me and is glad she has a friend in me. The poor girl doesn’t have much other than family down in Mexico she never sees, so I don’t mind sending letters every other month or so.

I’m now using a Dell keyboard which is much nicer than Tom’s Crapple shitboard, but the left-shift key likes to stick a bit. It should loosen up the more I use it. The swamp cooler’s making it kind of humid in here so that’s probably part of why the keys are a bit stiff. We’ve got the dehumidifier on now.

Jesse’s still not working, from what Tom saw. He didn’t see him, but he saw the kid on the ATV.

I feel like I’m forgetting something, so if I remember it I’ll add it to my next entry.

I hacked off my fingernails and now my nails are Crapple keyboard ready (even though this is my last day of having to use this damn keyboard). The cooler’s thermostat stopped working yesterday, but Tom managed to fix it. Now if our shit could stop breaking, we can maybe get on with our lives.

We launched our first Beanie Baby listing on eBay.

I realized that there’s no urgency in weekly MD backups between now and when we launch our own site because I can just back up from Word if I get banned from MyOpera.

I was taking melatonin supplements and doing well there for a while by getting up between 8am-9am, but then my fucking allergies had to go and wake me up at 2:30 and fuck up my schedule. This is because I couldn’t get back to sleep right away and had to take a Benadryl to settle my nose down. So it was close to noon when I got up today. Oh well, more alone time for me since I should be up well past Tom’s bedtime. Then again, I’m PMSing, sluggish and out of vitamins, so maybe not.

The worst thing is the disturbing dream I had last night. I wish I could believe it was just a dream and not a warning of bad things to come, but for someone who’s prone to dream premonitions, it makes me rather nervous. Tom and I obviously ran out of money and hit the streets. We were in a large room at one point where rows and rows of cots were laid out. Of course we had to be next to a bunch of loud Mexicans, but I at least enjoyed being able to understand most of what they were saying. “How long can we be here?” I asked Tom. “A week? A month?”

Tom shook his head unfortunately and said, “You have to be on the streets for a week before you can get another ticket.”

Then in another scene from the same dream, we were somewhere else and I was trying to discourage Tom from trying to get us an apartment, saying that while I missed my stereo and wished I could take a shower, I liked our newfound freedom, pointing out that we no longer had to worry about losing what we no longer had to lose. So let’s get another ticket.

In reality, while it’s true that you can’t worry about losing what you don’t have to lose, there’s no way I would choose the streets over a place to live, even if it was a tiny, rundown apartment surrounded by nothing but freeloaders who feel the best way to show their gratitude for their welfare checks is by driving their neighbors crazy. We could only be faced with homelessness due to circumstances totally out of our control, and even then we still wouldn’t choose the streets if it was our only choice, but death instead.

Tom said it sounded like a disaster dream instead and not a homeless dream. But what difference would it make whether we lost the place due to a disaster like a forest fire or to lack of money?

In the end, if God wants us dead, then if He doesn’t have us killed in a car accident or something like that, I guess He could pile much more than we could handle onto our shoulders to get us to off ourselves, but I hope He could never hate us that much. That’s just the thing, though. He’s hated others worse than us, so why not? I still totally believe without a doubt that He loves some of us, He likes some of us, and He hates some of us. And we’re probably a 7 on His hate scale with 10 being the most hated.

Later…

Much to my utter amazement, my teeth are noticeably whiter after just 3 peroxide rinses. Sure tastes like shit, though. Even after rinsing it with this bleachy water. Yeah, Jesse put bleach in the tanks to purify the water and keep things from growing in the tanks. Tom noticed the difference too.

So anyway, Andy and I had an awesome two-hour talk!!! Wouldn’t want to make a habit of it since, as we both agree, we’ve come to hate phones, but it was great to catch up on what he’s been doing over the last decade. I’m all the more glad to have an online blog so he would already know what’s been going on with me and we didn’t have to make it a four-hour talk just to get caught up.

I felt both a pinch of guilt for walking away all those years ago like I did, as well as very glad to be talking to him and having him back in my life again. I wanted so badly to reach through the phone and hug him!

I will admit that a part of me did wonder if he may be out to simply try to push God on me and annoy me in any way he could by chewing in my ear, nagging me and whatever, but he didn’t do this at all. And I didn’t get the impression his ultimate goal was to dump me as a punishment. He seemed genuinely glad to talk to me and to be a part of my life again.

There were two things he told me that can’t go online, and I keep all my friends’ secrets, even if they piss me off.

He told me of the different places he lived in back in Arizona, before leaving Arizona for good in the spring of 2007. Yeah, I was both shocked and not shocked to learn this because I know how much he loved it there. He misses it, but he just can’t take that kind of heat anymore, so he let his mother talk him into returning back east, promising to give him his inheritance then if he did. That was the condo. They’re actually apartments turned condos, and his mother lives next door. She cooks him dinner every night, and once a month Andy takes her out to dinner and picks up the tab himself. The payments are only $436 a month and all utilities are included. He’s super lucky! Though I myself would hate to be back east or anywhere else that gets snow. He has a two-story condo with two bedrooms.

So now I know the Tempe hit wasn’t his. If it wasn’t someone I don’t know, that leaves Evie or the black bitch as a possibility. Probably Evie since I know she lives in Tempe but never saw a Tempe listing for the other one.

As he said, he’s not rich, but he’s been getting by comfortably.

After enjoying swimming in Stevie’s mom’s pool, and after 3½ years with Laura as a roommate which he eventually tossed out, he’s lived alone ever since and prefers it that way. He won the fondness of Stevie by providing her with copies of demos she’d lost over the years and she was very grateful to him for that.

Ah, the beauty of having ADHD. I’m really buzzing with joy over my chat with Andy that I’m having trouble focusing. ADHD makes focusing on things hard no matter what, but when I’m very happy or pissed, it makes it harder.

So where was I? Oh, yeah. Andy wanted out of the restaurant business, saying he felt he became a shitty waiter and just hated the shit that went with it. I know what it’s like. Those few months we worked graves at Denny’s in Chicopee, MA in 1990 was no fun. I liked the extra money, but that’s where the fun stopped other than the free food we got and getting to pull pranks like the time we put the container of Russian salad dressing inside the bigger container of blue cheese dressing. What a mess that would have been to clean! No wonder my life was so shitty then with all the shit I was pulling on people, cuz as Andy and I agree, what goes around comes around. He assured me that karma really does apply to my perps. That’s a comforting thought to know for someone who’s always felt her perps got full protection from above and were never made to pay for a damn thing they did to me. I hope he’s right and that it’s not just wishful thinking since we can never know what’s going on in their lives. Bad things also happen to good people who are behaving and not bothering a soul, so when Tom first got laid off I had to wonder why. What had we done to deserve that when my worst “crime” at the time was bitching about Jesse letting the dogs bark?

Back to Andy, who asked that I call him by his first name whenever we talk from now on, though I can keep calling him Andy here. It’ll take some getting used to, but I promised to do my best to remember to call him by his real name. He feels Andy sounds too faggy and too little boyish. He has no problems with his gayhood, but well, you know how some people are.

Andy worked for various temp agencies, got sick of that, then finally went into business on his own, fed up with working for others. I didn’t know this, but my dad sold his dad a restroom cleaning service business that I was too young to remember. I guess this was around the time he was first diagnosed with heart problems.

I just got up to check my teeth again and to see if I saw them with a different perspective this time around, but nope. They really do look whiter! hugs Andy But I don’t have periodontal disease (at least I don’t think I do) like he does. My gums are ok. It’s my enamel that’s no good. It’s very soft and that’s why I just think the word “cavity” and I get one. It runs in the family. Everybody ends up needing dentures, and I sure could use them myself.

So his father left one of his brothers (I forgot which one) the restroom cleaning business he bought from my dad before he died of Parkinson’s disease. Fed up with one dead-end job after another, he asked his brother what he needed to do to launch his own business. It took him 3 years to start making money, but he did it! Both in Arizona and Massachusetts. He didn’t need a license for his business, but he does have to pay taxes. He basically went around to various companies and made them a bid low enough that they couldn’t pass up in order to get started, then asked for a $5 raise in a year. He cleans private bathrooms at various businesses. Mechanics are his favorites, cuz then he can barter for service for himself when his car acts up. He doesn’t have to have a set schedule either. He just shows up during business hours on the day he’s scheduled to hit a certain business. He said be prepared for a lot of rejection if we try to do this ourselves, but eventually we’ll succeed.

I discussed it with Tom and it does sound like something we may consider someday depending on what happens over the next few months. California is way worse off than Massachusetts, and remember, we’re way out in the boonies. So it wouldn’t be very convenient for us or worth the effort until the economy picks up. It’s really, really bad here, and the area is laid out much differently than where he lives. Like I said, though, it’s definitely something to keep in mind, depending on what Tom gets for a job if he can ever get one. If they want to throw a $15 job at him or his program works out – the one I can’t talk about – then we’re not going to want to throw that away.

He read about my sleep disorder and believes he has the same thing. I’m not so sure, though, only because he can keep a schedule. He’s just keeping one that’s not quite what he wants it to be. He said he can’t bring himself to get up early and doesn’t get out to work until noon. But what this particular disorder is all about is that my schedule creeps forward 1-3 hours every day or so until it’s completed a 24-hour rotation which usually takes 2-3 weeks. Then again, who says there can’t be varying degrees of the disorder? Mine didn’t become what it is today overnight. It was a gradual thing. It started becoming a problem around 1990 but didn’t really start getting out of hand till the late 90s. It’s not something that happens overnight. Hopefully, he’s not heading this way himself, or else he’s going to have to apply for disability because he will not be able to keep a schedule and work outside of the house if he is. Believe me, it’s not about laziness, it’s not a crutch, it’s not a lame excuse. It’s a genuine problem, and as soon as I’m insured again a million years from now, I do intend to go to a sleep clinic, get it officially diagnosed, then fight to have my disability benefits reinstated. If I got all the back payments owed me, Tom and I would be buying a house for damn sure!

Oh, and his newest hobby is gathering cans and bottles from public trashcans and recycling them for deposit money. He said it’s also become an exercise regimen for him. He’ll park his car, then spend a couple of hours walking as he collects the cans and bottles. He’s losing weight and is now under 230 pounds.

He also sold weed for 4 years in Arizona to supplement his income during the times the temp agencies had no work for him, and thank God he didn’t get caught! He agreed, saying that Arizona has a mandatory sentence that’s just insane.

Massachusetts, along with a few other states, has universal healthcare. I didn’t know this either. He had to have hemorrhoid surgery and because he’s low-income he didn’t have to pay for the really good doctors he had, and some people who have to pay for their healthcare may resent that, he said.

Then he really shocked the hell out of me. Well, he did and didn’t. As I learned firsthand, these things do happen. I just didn’t think it would happen to him. Since it did, I'm surprised he wasn't more understanding of my past plight with the freeloaders because of his experience. I mean why would he defend the sickos, saying that when he read my story it was all “what they did to me.” But as I always said, if what happened to me can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. It’s definitely not something that only happens on TV.

Well, he went to jail for one day and then did one year on probation for sexual assault and assault and battery. Actually, they dropped the sexual part of it since they couldn’t prove it, and even though they couldn’t prove the assault part either, he still got screwed by this 22-year-old who didn’t like having his advances rejected.

They met in some bible class. The guy thought Andy was 25, but Andy assured him he was 47 at the time. The guy asked if he could join Andy in his car and make out a bit and so they did. Then when the guy’s hand started to head towards his dick, he stopped him and said, “No, let’s not go there. Let’s get to know each other first. How about we go for coffee or something?”

But the guy refused.

Three or four more times over the next few months, he would call Andy begging to come to his place for sex, but Andy would tell him the same thing; that they should get to know each other first. Now, as Andy said, he was very angry at this time. He hadn’t been clean for long and so he wasn’t used to not having a vice on which to vent his anger. I don’t remember exactly what it was that pissed him off. Something about going to the guy’s place and saying something to some other guy there who was mowing the lawn about him being with the guy, then the guy informed him that that was actually his uncle. I guess the guy got mad at him for whatever it was he said, and then Andy got mad as well, saying, “Well, how was I supposed to know he was your uncle?”

Then later on on the phone, still pissed off, he threatened to kick the guy’s ass and said, “See that blue car over there?” He didn’t know there was really a blue car near the guy’s place. The guy nervously asked how he knew there was a blue car near his place and Andy screamed, “Cuz I’m in it and I’m watching you!”

Three days later - he has no idea how they got in as the lock was never tampered with - three cops are in his bedroom at 7am sharp ready to haul his ass to jail. So they take him to the Pearl St. jail, then into court. Andy now has sleep apnea and he needs to sleep with this machine so he was terrified of having to spend the night in jail without the machine.

So he got bonded out on $40 after being assigned a public defender. Then some lawyer from Boston contacted him, saying he wanted to take his case. He said he’d normally want 4K but would accept 2K. In no time, he would become just as sorry as I did that he trusted this lawyer and didn’t go to trial. Just like with me, they talked him out of a trial, assuring him that he would go to prison if convicted and have to register as a sex offender. His lawyer ended up doing nothing he promised he would do, and he didn’t realize at the time that the system is all about money, not justice. The more people who don’t go to trial but end up on probation, the more the state makes. He’s just very lucky it didn’t happen in Arizona! He’d have gone to prison for years if it had.

But the year of probation was bad enough since all he did was threaten the guy and not actually harm him. As he himself pointed out, people make threats every day. So we both understand his frustration. He also said the judge never gave him a chance to explain his side of the story, believing every lie the other guy told, and looking at him like he was a disgusting, dirty old man while the guy lied and said he grabbed his crotch and beat him up. So between probation and other fees, he lost $2200. This is how we hit upon the subject of karma, saying he’s sure that someday the guy that screwed him will be out 6K. I hope he’s right!

I’m getting pretty tired and that’s all I can remember right now as far as what we talked about. Andy was right in saying my entries have gotten longer and more interesting lately, LOL.

Been having major connection issues, but our provider won’t do anything about it. They just tell us everything appears to be working ok. In truth, they don’t give a shit or care to do regular maintenance cuz they know they’re the only providers in the area and so people have no choice but to put up with their shit. Hopefully, the complaints will add up that they’ll get sick enough of hearing about it to actually do something about it. The service was once pretty reliable so there’s no reason it can’t be reliable again.

Tom’s also been getting tons of text and voice messages, but he just ignores them because that way we don’t have to pay for them. It’s just sales calls, thanks to my days of sweeping. I suppose some could be wrong numbers, but he doesn’t actually read or listen to anything he isn’t expecting from a particular person.

So I guess Andy will be calling any minute?

Later…

Well, the fact that Andy didn’t even have the decency to email me to let me know he couldn’t call today makes me wonder something. Like maybe he’s playing with me? I know he at least took the time to check out my blog, though he’ll never know it. grins devilishly

I know this is going to sound awfully funny – even paranoid – and it’s not something I’ll put online. But I wonder if now that I can journal for the world to see if that means nothing good will ever happen to me again for sure just so whatever’s up there can keep me from having a fun and easy way of bragging about it. I mean good jobs, promotions, big wins – that sort of thing. I’ve often thought that too, how it was too bad I wasn’t winning like I used to since it would make for such great blogging material and things like that. But I don’t want to lie to give my blog more excitement either.

Later…

Andy just emailed me, so he didn’t forget me after all. He said he was busy exercising and making money at his newest hobby. Not surprisingly, he wouldn’t say what that was, but that’s ok. He doesn’t have to tell me anything he doesn’t want to. Anyway, he has a birthday party to attend tomorrow, so we’re going to talk tomorrow at 6:30 my time.

Andy’s to be calling around 3pm my time. I think. I’m not sure if he was talking about today or tomorrow, but as I told him, just try to be punctual, cuz unlike him, I have to work as often as I can. So if he calls when I’m on a job, I can’t take his call.

I asked why he wanted to call in the first place since we can just email each other, and he said he had a lot to say that was easier to say than write, and while we’d be on the phone for a bit of a stretch, he promises not to make a habit of it. And it has been a decade, too. He also added that the number would show up as him with a 413 area code. So I guess he’s still back east.

I don’t mind talking every now and then, but I really have to wonder if we’re going to have to talk about how wonderful God is and how horrible I was for reacting against the freeloader’s abuse, and how wrong Tom is for not going out in person to try to get a job. I really hope he doesn’t end up making me sorry I contacted him nearly two years ago! If he does, then he ends up with two phone numbers, one email address, plus other sites I frequent to harass me at. None of them could hurt me as long as he didn’t go leaving messages on Tom’s phone, but it could be a real pain in the ass for me having to dodge his calls and messages if he decides to harass me if I decide to re-dump him. But I’m not going to be friends with anyone that bothers me that much either.

I’m sure I’ll have to listen to him rudely and obnoxiously chew in my ear too, which will cause him to talk in slow, broken sentences I can’t keep up with very well and that frustrates the hell out of me.

Marie had to irritate me with half a dozen messages today. She was trying to get a hold of me via chat before I got up, saying she was all excited to share some good news. I thought it was about moving and a new job, but instead it was to tell me that she met this wonderful person online who lives in Texas and how they’ve been emailing and texting each other like crazy, so now she’ll leave me alone.

That’s it? That’s what she was so excited to tell me? That some stranger is preoccupying her time with emails and text messages? Well, if it makes her happy, then great! But half a dozen messages aren’t quite leaving me alone.

Later…

Andy and I didn’t talk today because I misunderstood when he said he’d be calling in his email to me. He’s going to call over the weekend at 3pm my time, which works out better for me since work is usually slower then.

He also said his boyfriend Javier gave him a two-hour full body massage, ate his ass out and sucked his dick, and he just thought he’d share that with me. Well, the ass and dick-sucking are pretty gross, but I’ll take the massage.

I hope Marie is being well entertained by “Miss Texas” and that she is happy. She sent a couple of pics from her visit with Tammie. I’d never know that was Tammie in the picture! She didn’t wear glasses in school. How the hell come Marie gets to have good eyes when she’s only a year younger while we have to be blind? No fair!

I asked Sharyn if she thought the ‘s’ belonged at the end of the word toward or not in the following sentence from my current book

“To her utter horror, a silvery blue SUV much like Lissi’s came looming towards her.”

She agreed with me in that she thought it did, whereas Tom would have excluded it.

I guess that’s it for now. There shouldn’t be much work available, so I’ll probably work on proofreading chapter 21 which I just finished up. The book now has around 60K words!