All my dreams last night were in Spanish and Italian.

Paula emailed me yesterday and said she has to go to court, she’s been angry at the world, she got a new cell phone, and to send her a surprise:

This is so Paula, too. God, I’m sick of the same old, same old when it comes to her. Why does she have to call when we can just do email? And why does she promise to start keeping in touch only if I send her stuff? Can’t she do that simply because she wants to?

I don’t mind sending shit I don’t want that I know she could use, but I don’t have enough stuff gathered just yet, as I told her, and we’re saving to move.

Tammy messaged me about a biopsy she’s waiting for results on and her telling mom that it’s our business whether or not we have a relationship.

Ah, the mixed emotions that still go with this one. But as I told her, I agree it’s no one’s business what goes on between us. I still don’t know if I give a shit about her, though, and I still wonder if her intentions are true. Does she really want to keep the peace and does she really miss having a sister? Or does she have some dark, hidden motive in mind that’s encouraging her to play nicey-nicey?

Although I wrote a polite reply back, I really wish whatever she’s got wrong with her, which I’m sure is nothing that can’t be dealt with and is much less serious than she’s probably making it out to be to people she talks to, would just up and kill her so that if my folks leave us anything I only have to share it with one asshole and not two. With my shit luck, though, her mean, crazy brood would get whatever she would’ve gotten if she went belly-up. She won’t, though. Only the good die young. Just be the biggest asshole you can be, I told her, and you’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s getting a kick out of that one too, even though I wish it weren’t so true.

Unless someone’s lying somewhere, Sarah really does seem to own her own salon and not just rent a space in someone else’s salon. I mean, I’m sure the little bitch had to take out a loan for it, but how can you ever go wrong with your own business? Especially one where there’ll always be a demand for what you do? And how can you go wrong with a business degree? Yeah, I’m sure God will make sure they never struggle a day in their lives and never have to lose this, lose that, etc. To say that God singled me out and picked on me financially like no other family member is the understatement of the century! Always gotta be the family underdog. Always.

sighs Think of all the things I could’ve done with my life had I been able to keep a schedule like almost every other human being alive.

What will God take from me next while they gain, gain and gain some more? I’m sure He’s busy picking out the most horrible neighbors he can find for us for when we move.

Why has Sarah unblocked me anyway? I looked her up a while back so I could block her along with Lisa and Becky, but couldn’t bring her page up which I assumed was because she had blocked me herself, but now I can access her page just fine. And now all 3 are blocked and Sarah can really say she “never had an aunt.” Yeah, that part really pissed me off, even though I understand that her mother would’ve confused her with the bullshit she no doubt put into that girl’s head and that she was too young to remember when I was sending cards, letters, money and gifts regularly from Arizona. Still, it pissed me off more than Lisa’s hysterical accusations about how I supposedly told Dad we started talking sooner than we really did.

In other news, I set up the bedroom so the rat can be in it again, though I still have to watch him.

We set up the dehumidifier in the closet to help kill the mold marathon.