Went to the IHOP this morning and am now stuffed! It was great, though. Tom got an omelet with bacon, eggs, hash browns and pancakes, and I got sirloin tips with onions and mushrooms, along with eggs, hash browns and pancakes.

I know I’ve said it enough times before, but I am so, so sick of living in rundown dives! All ran smoothly yesterday, but then Tom got up to pee in the middle of the night when the blower started squeaking really loud and once again seized up. So it’s a good thing Jesse ordered a new blower cuz we’re gonna need it. I figured as much. There’s only so much fixing one can usually do with old things and this thing’s pretty ancient.

Later…

It’s all I can do to keep from “liking” some of the articles people post on FB like the one about doctors accidentally throwing away a live baby born in China that they thought was stillborn. So many people have complained that I tend to focus too much on the bad side of a situation and not the good. But every burden really does have its blessing and here’s proof that even I can see the good in the bad. First of all, China has a population crisis. Let’s hope it was a boy because that way they would be A, eliminating one of the members of the inferior sex, and B, helping to re-balance the boy/girl gender ratio they keep screwing up by killing baby girls.

I’ve been fucking with Nane lately. I figured why dump her just yet when I can have fun playing with her head for a while first? So I’ve been messing with her by sending weird messages like: Pigeon flocks, apple pies, mini skirts - what’s it all mean, Nane? It means I haven’t taken my meds since 1989. I’m not taking them next year either.

I was sure to let her know the day before that I put Chapter 5 on my French fries, too! LOL, Formspring’s question of the day was what we put on our French fries. Too lazy to answer, I simply dropped whatever was in my paster at the time and that was “chapter 5.”

Today’s message was a little meaner. It said:

I would share some more dirty dreams/fantasies with you to “punish” you for ignoring me for so long. Only problem is I don’t have them anymore. I have a new GF anyway and she’s HOT. She’s a real teacher, too. Tall, dark and gorgeous.

P.S. How’s it feel to become the official cyber ex that never was?

Anyway, aside from being strange, eccentric and brutally honest in a way most would probably find appalling and providing you with another classic example of why most either hate me or they love me but rarely just like me, I’m hating this cold, wet weather. I miss summer already!

After Becky and I said some not-so-nice things on the A family business’s wall, a girl named Lori requested to add me who was in VH a couple of years before I got there. I showed her Barb D’s profile pic and asked if she thought it could be the one at VH. She said it looked like her. I think it’s her, too. The only throw-off is the wedding ring she appears to be wearing. I’m pretty sure she was/is a lesbian, but maybe she married a woman. She doesn’t strike me as the type to marry anyone, gay or straight, but there’s more that says it is her than that says it isn’t her - the fact that she happens to be in MA, has worked at schools, has ignored my messages, etc. Even those I questioned about her have ignored me which suggests they may’ve asked her about me and then she put a gag order on them.

Aly’s home from the hospital and still hasn’t heard from the PD about the troll. How professional, huh? She’s now moving on to her next plan. Meanwhile, maybe someday they’ll get their priorities straight. Maybe they’ll put internet stalkers ahead of those who may be carrying half a joint on them or jaywalking. Again, such pros. Oink! Oink!

She confirmed that the troll does have family in McAllen. I gotta laugh when I think of how frustrating it must’ve been for her thinking yay, I can read her blog from here! Then I catch her and block that IP too, LOL. She still got a good eyeful before I caught her and kicked her out, though. Like I said, I wish I could block the whole fucking state!

Well, Maliheh’s definitely alive. She changed her profile picture on FB and a few days ago she posted on a local music center’s wall about playing the ukulele, another instrument I guess she’s familiar with.

No matter what she says about it “not being me,” I’m totally convinced that it is me and that she’s dumping me without dumping me, so to speak. I don’t know if she planned this all along, but I do know that the days when I heard from her regularly will never return. I think she’ll always have one excuse after another all the while she insists it’s “not me.” What a great way to push someone away that you don’t actually wish to dump or have to deal with regularly than to make up all kinds of medical and other excuses. These claims of hers may be legit but if her hand is such an issue then why is she urging people to come to where she works to sign up for uke lessons?