My hair is 6” longer than it looks when you pull it straight. I get so sick of it being so thick and curly at times, but the flat iron really fries it so I guess I should lay off it for a while.

Another day of wishing for contact with those who aren’t obligated to me in any way, yet who are always in my thoughts just the same. Nane seems to have disappeared altogether, and I don’t know what to make of Maliheh. In a way, I feel more connected to her than I ever did to Nane, even though Nane and I have communicated with each other. Maliheh pays consistent attention to me and is always there, silent or not. Ok, so she may not literally be paying attention to me so much as to what’s written about her, but at the same time I’ve been ignored, I haven’t really. And so while it may not be the same as a message or a phone call, it’s almost like she’s letting me know she’s right here with me, even if that’s not exactly the message she’s trying to convey.

The rat appeared to be sick earlier but is fine now. I guess he was just tired. I was really worried too, as only the good die young, so it seems. The “benign bastard,” a rat who wasn’t much fun, lived to be pretty ancient for a rat. Babies die of cancer but look at Charles Manson. He’s quite a healthy old man. A couple of months and I’ll be reminded that I ain’t so young myself. Ah, I just might be a big enough asshole, after all, to qualify for living a full life. :)

I recorded myself singing earlier and thought I sounded like shit. I wasn’t flat or anything as rarely do I sound flat, but I sounded nasal.

Later…

Whoever my Ohio State University fan is comes around more often. Wonder if they come for the story or the journal? Or maybe both?

Maliheh’s hit me 5 times so far today. Just a little over two hours to go to find out if she hits it when I want her to, saying I’m ok in her book after all.

I gave Alison my number in an email because she seems to want to talk to more of her friends lately than just keep in touch with them online. This is understandable with the stress she’s under.

I spoke to my mom and dad and mom said “Just last night I said to dad, now why haven’t we heard from Jodi? She said she’d call every month. And now here you go and call.”

I reminded her that I’m very intuitive and I pick up on those vibes she puts out, even if she still might not believe it. Since the last time we talked was the last day in August, I skipped a month. I guess they were worried, just like Tom was worried the other day if he was right in turning down the job offer he got and kept waking up all night. I hate to say it, but it’s nice to see others worry for once and not me! I know, however, that we could still end up right back in the same boat we were in for 22 months if they lay him off. If there’s any danger ahead, I’m sure I’ll have dreams warning me of it. I usually do.

Anyway, Dad asked if my Magic Jack phone was reliable, saying they were sick of paying $60 for a basic phone. I told him that other than an occasional echo and the lag, yes, it’s reliable. Then I reminded him that you have to have internet access for one of these.

“Nope, I’m not going through that shit again with the 10,000 email messages!” Ma goes.

“Relax,” I told her, “the spam filters are really good these days.”

“Even 100 is too much!”

“So be mean and have Dad manage your inbox.”

LOL, I can tell that Dad’s keener on the idea than she is.

I pointed out that they could also consider going cellular, but Ma said that’s not convenient. They both have cells, but they forward their business phone to their main line during the week, and I guess she doesn’t want to have to run out to the car if she forgets to bring it inside with her or something.

They said it’s only been 3 years since they’ve been offline and not the 5-10 I thought it was. Either way, I hope they come back. They can do a lot more for that $60 than they’re doing now, but if they don’t want to go online, they don’t want to. I know they’re coming to my blog if they do! And like I said in my shoutbox, I may be their craziest daughter, but I’m sure they’ll agree I’m the most entertaining too, LOL. As I told them, I can’t imagine not having online access. You might as well go live in Amish country in that case, LOL.

I suppose the thought of one’s parents coming to their blog or journal would be a real nightmare for them, but I couldn’t say anything they haven’t heard before, if not from me then from someone somewhere. I know they won’t agree with everything I have to say, especially the fact that they weren’t exactly the best of parents when I was a kid as opposed to as an adult, but I know they know I have a right to my opinions and that it’s my blog and I gotta live my life as I see fit.

I asked if they knew I at least sort of patched things up with Tammy and they said no.

Really? I’m surprised because that drama queen usually tells it all. They were all for it, of course, not that I expected them to say, “Aw, you two should remain sworn enemies for life. Really Jodi, just hate the bitch’s guts forever and let her do the same in return.”

I told them they gotta cover their asses if they do come online, and reminded them of various types of scams out there – the lotto scam, Nigerian letter, phishers, etc.

I was surprised to learn their condo is only one-story. I thought it was two for some reason, but I guess that was the place they had before we left Phoenix. Then again, I was more surprised that they’d ever get a two-story place to begin with.

I also let them know that since we’re not hard up for bucks right now, we’ve bumped the listing of the Beanie Babies closer to Hanukah and Christmas.

I had said that the 11th was a bad day for us 3 years ago, but actually, it was the 4th. The nightmare lasted for 11 days, and so that’s why the number 11 stuck in my head. But it started on the 4th, the same day I quit smoking in 1997.

Just when I was thinking how amazing it was that the cooler weather hadn’t brought Jesse out to make a racket, I heard him buzzing around on the ATV, then gunning engines, but it didn’t last long.

I’ve been asked about various usernames I’ve used. Well, lately I’ve been The Girl in the Mirror, but for a long time, I was Ratgirl or Mystery. Mystery was my stage name when I was dancing.