As much as I envy my folks who are presently 31º warmer than my 39º ass, Tom’s lucky he’s not working in a warehouse there today! It’s to be 82º and 100% humid. That’s the one and only thing I wouldn’t like about Florida is all the damn stickiness. But it’s got some good in it as it’s really good for your skin and hair. I didn’t need as much lip balm there.

I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing when my logic disagrees with my vibes. My logic says those Florida dreams were just dreams and that we probably won’t even move to a real house around here while my vibes argue and say, “They weren’t just dreams! And it’s gonna be raining steadily on us when we get there too, just like I saw in the dreams!”

If we ever really do move long distance, then it’s got to be on account of some serious money I don’t know about yet. I honestly don’t see how I could ever go back to winning sweeps like I used to because it’s not like it’s going to get any less popular or any less widespread.

I want my parents to live forever. Like for as long as I live. But at the same time, I wish they’d die now so I could know what they might’ve left us. I still don’t see how it could be much more than 10K, but Mom said it’d be “alright.” Well, 10K won’t make things “alright.” At least not for long. Look how long we were “alright” after winning 9K. Less than a year and we were up shit’s creek all over again.

I had some ear pain at the end of yesterday and at the start of my day today. I should just pop a fucking pain pill every day upon waking up at the rate I’m going. :( Tom was able to clean my ear somewhat, then we gave it another oil treatment to help break down the dead skin that can’t break down and shed on its own.

LOL, someone said the troll removed her blog. Yeah, that’s what she does; creates new accounts faster than she closes old ones.

I miss my cousin Phil, wherever he is. He was my all-time favorite #1 cousin. He would be about 49 years old today. Dad said he moved down to Florida but this was way back in the late 90s, so who knows where he is now? As good as I usually am at finding people, he’s nowhere to be found. There’s no obit on him, so he’s alive. My parents would’ve told me if he were dead anyway.

I think I’ll go watch a video until Jesse starts his engine gunning or takes off somewhere and leaves me with the barking.

Later…

There is NOTHING like waking up to know you’re not broke, you have tons of beautiful fragrances waiting for you in the form of body oils and incense, you received a lovely birthday card with a 50-dollar bill, and you have a great guy who loves you!!! Makes it harder to believe I was that doomed and desperate person a couple of months ago!

The only imperfections are that one of the oils was barely half full, the 4 free sample oils are boring, and of course… Jesse. Pesky little Jesse. He zoomed down on the ATV at 11:30 this morning as I was eating a fruit cup in the kitchen to get plywood from his shit pile in back. I am so sick of living with this cock!

Seeing his kid at that time confirms my suspicion that he doesn’t go to school. The kids won’t be out on vacation till next month, so he’s either been suspended or dropped out. But can you drop out to be your father’s little project slave at 13? And just what the fuck are they building? I didn’t hear any saws or hammers yesterday; just his damn truck besides the ATV.

The place is fast filling with the lovely smell of Vanilla Lace. When you live in an old rodent-infested trailer (they come faster than we can kill them except for the rodent we actually want living here), and you have a nose as sharp as a bloodhound’s, you really need more than just typical air fresheners. Besides, those don’t have the fun variety this place has, although I’m not going to buy much from them in the future if they keep jacking their prices up. Anyway, some days we don’t hear the field rats and nothing’s come up inside the place in a while. All their activity is underneath but annoying enough at times. Mice are usually pretty quiet, but rats aren’t.

I think I’ll burn the China Rain next. I had trouble getting one of the sticks to stay lit since it’s so freshly dipped. Sometimes I miss making and selling my own incense, though I would always use uncut oils. “Cut” oils means you delude them with an oil cutter that’s basically nothing more than plain unscented oil. When you don’t cut the oil the fragrance is not only bolder, but you only have to soak the sticks for 12-24 hours instead of up to 48. The drain/dry time is pretty much the same, though, at about 48-72 hours. I sometimes miss doing crazy and creative things like the way I’d take an eyedropper and dribble a different scent on each inch of the stick so that the scent would change every 10 minutes or so.

The one thing I always hated was candles. They just don’t do a good job of emitting the scent because the heat source is on top where it needs to be underneath like with oil burners. It needs to be underneath or in direct or near-direct contact with the oil like lamp rings and sticks.

The oils I got will be used as body oils if I don’t throw some in my warming pot.

At least now I’ll have a reason to be congested. I gotta move some of these damn dolls, though. Incense may do the best job of smelling a place up, but it also does the best job of making a mess, too.

The birthday card was one of the prettiest and nicest. It’s got Snoopy on it against a pink background and is definitely the first card that refers to me as talented, witty and other things, LOL. Wonder why my folks sent the card so early, though. They usually time it to hit right on the day or the day before. It could be because they know we only go to pick up our mail once a week. I’m going to KFC next weekend! :)

The troll’s back, but it only made one apparently useless attempt to view me. She’s got me bookmarked and so she came in directly. That doesn’t mean she still doesn’t see what she can see of me on other sites, though.

So we made it through a month of at least not receiving any summons. I guess that means I never will, but it’s too soon to see if anything was sent that I didn’t receive. That’s still hard to believe when you think about it. Pigs should be able to obtain both our addresses but especially our physical ones as that’s tied in with our IP. Maybe it being in Jesse’s name confused them. It shouldn’t save one from repercussions, though. I learned that the hard way in 1991 in S. Deerfield with a phone in a fake name. I think just being in a different state may’ve helped most of all, but we’ll see. I’m hoping that it was simply a case of her using her hatred and her race and the fact that there’s history between us to try to ruin my life all over again. I’m sure she threw in tons of lies along the way and said I threatened her. With me being white and her a nigger, that would’ve alarmed the pigs and prompted them to see if I was a spammer or anything at all that they could get me on. After thinking about it, you’re not really considered much of a spammer by how many emails you send one person so much as how many people you send emails to. I’m hoping that’s all they were looking for since they couldn’t get me on her and her alone. I first thought they wouldn’t be nosing into my account unless they thought they had something on me, but then I realized that sometimes the only way to see if you have a case or not is to stick your nose in someone’s business in the first place.