Did some laundry, wrote up the grocery list, and now I’m waiting for the propane people to get here. I don’t need to be present when they come, though, and I don’t expect them till later. He likes to save us for last when his tank is emptier because of the steep hill.

OMG, we’ve GOTTA get out of here this year! I can’t take this shit of his anymore. I don’t know if he thinks it’s just a big fat fucking funny joke or if he just doesn’t give a shit, but I give a shit and I’ve had it! Just minutes after I was wondering why it was 11am and still quiet, he buzzes around on the ATV, then roars out on the motorcycle. Just 20 minutes later he roars back in. About 10 minutes after that he guns the fucking thing for 10-15 minutes till I finally have to blast the shit out of the sound machine to drown it out just to concentrate on making the damn grocery list. Really, this is no way to live even if I have seen worse. Certainly NOT what we came here for.

I hope to hell Tom keeps working and that we really do get outa here this year. I really think an adult community is our only hope of escaping the bad neighbor curse since we’ll never be in the middle of 50 or more acres. Even then, it’s like whatever’s up there would just have to find a way to intrude upon the peace and so I’m sure it would use sonic booms or other flying objects to get at me.

You watch, now that I’ll be up this evening the cock will go out and no one else will be there. I still think someone’s staying with him most of the time, though. The dogs are too quiet when he leaves.

Andy had me cracking up on Formspring saying he too, hopes we move cuz that damn cock up the hill is annoying him too, even though he’s on the other side of the mirror (country). The Other Side of the Mirror is a Stevie album just like there are two Girls in the Mirror. Of course if I’d known this a couple of years ago I just might’ve been the Girl in Your Imagination or something.

I know this is a boring entry; me bitching about my noisy landlord and the saw addicts in back, but not much else is going on at the moment. The rest of the day and night should be pretty laid back till the busy weekend arrives once again.

Well, there are a couple more things I could bitch about, actually, since I seem to be really good at it. I’m not only sick of basically being called a liar, however nicely some may put it when they don’t get/believe something I tell them, but I’m also sick as shit of having my motives questioned. Okay, so I know there are a lot of assholes out there and some of us aren’t used to kindness. But it really gets old when people “wonder” why I’m so nice to them. Why can’t they just be grateful, appreciate me as I am, accept my friendship for what it is and leave it at that? And if one more person insists I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about or am making excuses or lying about something I damn well DO know what the hell I’m talking about and that’s not an excuse or a lie, I just might be tempted to go along with them and be like yeah, yeah, whatever. Really, I just get so sick of explaining and defending myself that I think it just may be easier to be like yeah, you’re right. I’m just fucking with you. Just making excuses and making up stories cuz the truth hurts too damn much to face, etc. Then I would be lying but sometimes it’s easier to just let people have their way and believe whatever they believe. Some say God works in mysterious ways. I say it’s in cruel and unfair ways. But who am I to say they don’t have a right to their beliefs, right?

Here’s another truth to face - it’s 80 degrees in here. Perfect time to open windows and air the place out:)

I guess that’s it. No, wait! One more thing to bitch about - why the hell can’t I satisfy my hunger today no matter what I eat??? I started with a 190-calorie protein shake. Still hungry. Then it was off to have a 350-calorie TV dinner. Still hungry. Then I slammed on a 180-calorie protein bar. Still hungry. Lastly, I tossed down a sandwich that was probably over 400 calories and guess what, folks? I’m still hungry. What the fuck’s the matter with me??? What is making me so damn hungry so often? I only worked out 15 minutes today. I’ve got to get up the nerve to start puking at least some of this food up or else I’m never going to lose weight regardless of the fact that Special K says I’m not “fat enough” for their diet plan.

Okay, that concludes my daily bitchfest:) I’m going to eat the place down till I throw up.