Yes! My MyOpera blog has been recovered! Still not sure what the hell happened, though. I guess it was a mass attack on several accounts because I saw in the forums that other people were complaining their blogs had been temporarily disabled due to security issues. I doubted I had violated the TOS like it said when I tried to log in. Like it really took me over a year to violate the TOS and with a couple of regular readers who work for MyOpera, yeah right! I didn’t think so. Especially since my blogging habits hadn’t changed and I’d been doing the same things on MyOpera all along.

But then this morning I got an email with my new password which has been reset. It’s good to be back but now I have a new problem and that’s that HitsLink, which is still my favorite tracker for its simplicity, isn’t tracking. I sent their support team a message so hopefully they’ll fix things soon enough.

Christopher, the thriller author who started following me on Twitter, turned out to be a rude liar. He said he was “totally going to get my book,” but when I asked him why he hadn’t and if he’d changed my mind, I got the rude response of, “Is this how you go about getting fans? I’ll buy your book when I’m ready. Lay off!”

Still not sure what’s causing the dryness on the front of my body, but we’re suspecting the cheap shitty Suave body wash Tom got could have a hand in it. So now we’re beginning the process of elimination. Hopefully, now that I’ve stopped using the crap my skin will improve.

I’m now friends on Facebook with my foster sister, Shelly, whom I met when we were just 16. She’s aged fantastically, the lucky girl! At 5’ 9” and tougher than tough, I always felt safe with her. I was just 85 pounds at the time. Our foster mother and her mean crazy friend didn’t believe in feeding us much. We liked to sleep in and would escape early in the mornings upstairs to this Puerto Rican family’s apartment when they left for work and school. We were safer up there. Shelly could protect me from Dotty, but Valerie was a whole ‘nother story. Valerie could probably kick the shit out of Mike Tyson. Still, Shelly was pretty tough herself. I always felt safe with her when walking through some of the bad neighborhoods in the city.