Still amazed at all the traffic on Thoughts compared to other blogging sites! Tumblr had 14 visitors today while Thoughts had 128. It’s great because more people see my book links this way. Traffic is coming in so fast that when I wake up I may not see everyone that was there. As a free member, it only shows the last 30 visitors. IDK, maybe it will be worth paying $7 a month for in June if we’re not back in the poorhouse by then. Premium members also have access to TIP’s own built-in block but that’s for premium members. I could also customize it to say something like: Ha Ha, Molly!

Until Sara P. told the troll how to bypass the blocks and filters. Yeah, that’s what I suspected was the case. I figured she had help since she wouldn’t be smart enough to figure that out on her own. Then Alison confirmed this by suspecting that she’s friends with Sara again, who’s a tech blogger. I’m surprised she didn’t recommend turning cookies off so I don’t see her on my blog, but that’s what the troll wants. She wants to be seen. She craves attention and recognition and so she’ll do anything to force her presence on people and remind them she exists. I can block her from view, though, if I really want to.

Sure enough, the troll wasted no time finding and following me at Thoughts since I didn’t care to hide the link. I can’t let one troll stop me from having fun and sharing my book link in any way I can to help promote myself. I just thank God she rarely messages me and makes actual contact. She has with Aly, though, but as usual, it was in a non-threatening and generic way (have a Merry Christmas, etc.). Enough to make her presence known and to piss Alison off since she’s told her DO NOT CONTACT ME for nearly a decade now, but nothing that’ll get the feds pounding on her door.

Since Alison was rudely blown off by the Chief of Police, she contacted the assistant COP about Molly’s unwanted stalking, following, messaging, commenting and general harassment that’s gone on for what’s now coming to close to a decade. If she can do this for this long, she may very well do it all her life until someone figures out a way to stop her if they don’t beat her to death with her own damn computer first.

She’ll probably be blown off again until she calls them, but that’s just the corrupt pigs for you. They’d rather focus on those who dare to complain about their loud, rude, obnoxious, vandalizing freeloading neighbors who have the nerve to complain about blacks/Mexicans when they themselves are white and presently considered second-class citizens. They would also rather use and abuse their authority. Hey, it’s fun to pick on the victims while the perps get away with all kinds of things, isn’t it? But it’s part of why so many of them are getting killed these days. People are getting fed up and fighting back. Most of the time they get themselves killed it’s because they provoked it! I have no trust, faith or sympathy for 99.9% of those in law enforcement or the courts.

I worry about Alison because she’s been having dreams about her cancer being inoperable if she doesn’t act fast. Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of, and she’s just like me with the dream premonitions and bad feelings. So, as much as she’s dreading it, she’s gonna get back under the knife ASAP and have both breasts fully removed.

Maliheh has once again proven to be oh so right in saying that family is the other F-word. Where I suspected Polly was on FB and got my message and was the one looking for herself in my Tumblr blog and maybe even bought my book, now I know for sure she’s been on FB cuz she just posted on her wall. I swear her wall and Aunt Ruth’s were private before. Or did I just miss them? I don’t think I did. I think for some reason they just made them public. As some sort of test? So I could see Polly bragging about her daughter being accepted into college?

Never heard back from Aunt Ruth. I can understand that Polly may see me as a bit of a stranger due to the age difference and rarely seeing each other, but I would have thought she’d at least acknowledge the message with a quick hello just to at least let me know she got the message and well, just to be polite. It goes to show how stuck in the past people can truly be if her reasons are what I think they are and that’d be the years of bullshit rumors she’s no doubt heard about me, as well as the fact that I made a few pranks to her parents 25 years ago. And I thought I could be unforgiving! But I don’t know for sure what’s on her mind and I’m not going to worry about it either. I’m just making a point in that Maliheh has a hell of a point in pointing out that other F word. Tom, Maliheh, Andy, Alison, Christine, Mitch – that’s my family. Really, those are my true family members. Funny how life turns out at times. The people we least suspect end up being the ones who care about us the most and whom we love and care for in return.

Tammy and other family members are why I’m so torn between my parents living and dying. I totally have mixed emotions in that department! I wish they could live forever, but at the same time, I wish they would pass on so I can just be done with the rest of the family. I hate having to bite my tongue or feel like a real ass kisser just so word doesn’t get back to them about a disagreement I may have with another family member and get them all upset. I know I shouldn’t worry too much about my parents’ feelings after all the shitty things they’ve done to me, but they’ve also been a big help at times so that’s why it’s really tough on me. I just remind myself this – they can’t live forever. Someday they’ll be gone, I will have whatever inheritance they may leave me though I can’t see it being much, and I can walk away forever. They both know, however, that I refuse to go to their funerals. I have my limits same as anyone else goes as to how much I can control my temper. As soon as the brother, the uncle or anyone else even so much as looks at me wrong, they’ll be in the hospital fighting for their lives while I’m booked on assault charges. And in this day and age, I have absolutely no physical shortages that would prevent me from inflicting quite a bit of damage on these assholes. I always believed it was just a matter of time before the wrong person in the wrong place and situation pushed me too far. In the past, I was faced with a case of either the other person being tougher than me or having some kind of hold on me that prevented me from attacking them after they either threatened me or did some serious shit to me, but sooner or later someone’s going to underestimate me. Someone with absolutely no hold on me whatsoever. I don’t know if I’ll get away with it in the end. I’ve never had the same kind of protection from above that my own perps seem to have had. I only know they’ll be hurting so bad they just might wish I’d killed them, and I am not going to feel bad about it or sorry for them in any way!

Oh, and how could I forget to mention Norma? That’s Sharyn’s mom. I messaged her earlier in the evening not because I care but to see if she visits my blog. I mean, certainly she wouldn’t reply, would she?

Not surprisingly, Renting Ginny is going to end up with nearly 1000 more words than it began with as I usually make several additions when editing/proofreading.

Got one of those chain necklaces for glasses so I can wear the damn things around my neck when I’m not wearing them on my face. I know it seems grannyish but I’m sick of taking them off, going into another room, then wishing I had them because I suddenly see a spot on the wall that may be a spider. I miss my 20/20 vision!!!

Tom also got a traditional fold-up drying rack with wooden rods. The other one that you stack and attach to the fan was a pain in the ass to set up and it took up quite a bit of room. We should’ve gotten this one to begin with. It helps add drying space since we’ve only got 3 lines strung across the living room now and a bad feeling we just may be trapped here for many more years to come. Well, I wonder that at times anyway, unlike Mr. Optimistic here. God, I hope not! But as a certain friend of mine and I agree, God loves to kick back those who try to live decent lives while allowing bad people to flourish. So if Tom gets laid off, I will be more than just a pessimist. If not, then we should get out of here sometime next year without a problem.