I am so fucking sick of the same damn troll that I’ve told to leave me the fuck alone for over two years now!!! She created yet another FB account and sent me a “,,,,,” comment from it, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. I blocked her, of course. What disturbs me most, even though I haven’t written anything I absolutely don’t want her to see, is that she was in my blog for over a minute today. Over a minute! What’s up with this blocker lately? And how many more years or decades is this shit going to go on???

I realized posting links to individual entries where she can access them was a dumb idea. She can usually get in for just a few seconds so if she can click each one individually she can read at least the beginning of the entry. But some days I write more than one entry, and believe it or not she also takes a few days off from my blog occasionally, so by the time she got a chance to scroll down to what she’s missed she should be kicked out.

I’m really surprised she hasn’t harassed me on Formspring in a while, but that’ll come next, I’m sure.

Although childish perhaps, now I’m toying with the fucktard. I tweeted a post about dreaming about her showing up here in an adult diaper. Then I ran and deleted the post. Oh, how frustrating it’s gonna be for her to click the link just to see that the URL can’t be found, LOL.

The bad freeloaders/corrupt cop vibes have faded. If anything I feel like something good is about to happen. But that doesn’t mean I’m “off the hook.” They could still try to set me up for some kind of fall.

Looking back in my Arizona journals before sentencing, it seemed like I both did and didn’t have bad vibes, but also wasn’t as developed as a psychic as I am now. I trust my dreams and vibes and at this point, I can’t see anything bad happening to me/us, no matter what or who may be involved, without me having nightmares at least a day in advance.

I’d say that if they’re going to send a subpoena that I actually receive it will be before the year is out, probably by the middle of next month. If I don’t receive anything that was sent I can start checking for warrants around March or April, figuring that the court date would’ve come and gone by then. Although I can’t imagine how or why, there could already be an arrest warrant out if I’m wanted for questioning, but I’m not going to check now when the pigs may be watching my every online move on the off chance it wasn’t a scam. All I can do for now is keep on praying them off and hope something up there does more than just hear me. As in actually listening to me!

Andy may be covered in snow, but at least the bugs there are dead. Here we have these annoying little flying things that bombing the place would be useless against because they’re small enough to fit through the screens.

Menopause is definitely setting in, so it seems. I usually get woken up with cramps in the middle of my sleep and have to take something. But today I only became aware of them when I woke up for good, and my flow is much lighter, too. I sure am quite a water balloon, though.

Later…

Tom’s going to grab some more groceries, fill our 5-gallon water bottle, and then check the mail. My heart beats with anxiety every goddamn time he goes to get the mail to possibly come home with a subpoena of some kind. sighs I guess it’s going to be like this for the next few months whenever he checks the mail. I try to tell myself that having a default warrant out on me isn’t the end of the world… unless it’s something federal or some kind of lawsuit that could get our wages garnished. If it’s just the state or the city against me, however, then the pigs outside of Arizona couldn’t touch me.

How sad and also ironic it would be if he did come home with a summons of some kind, for it was exactly 11 years today that I was sentenced to half a year in jail, all for words on paper.

Another unfortunate thing just occurred to me. Tom was saying the other day that they rarely kick doors down when serving arrest warrants and how they wouldn’t force their way in so long as I didn’t open the door. But what about Jesse? What if the pigs convinced him to unlock the door or to at least give them the keys?

I keep going back and forth in my mind from ‘the pigs wouldn’t be snooping in my Google account if they didn’t think they had a case against me’ to ‘there’s nothing they could logically charge me with.’

But what’s “logical” about Arizona laws??? The sentences are crazier than the laws themselves, but the laws are crazy enough.

Later…

Thank you, God! Yes, there is a good God at least so far. Instead of coming home with any summons since certain sensitives out there can’t handle some of us who dare to speak our minds – especially us white Jews – he came home with a $25 IHOP GC from my folks. :)))