Lost another pound. The real challenge is going to be controlling myself over the weekend and not putting any of the 6 pounds I lost back on even if 2-3 of them were probably water.

I don’t see how the Jes pest is ever going to get down in the morning to spray if he’s never around in the mornings in the first place.

Nane is sad and angry over how they’re demolishing parts of Turkey in the name of money. I guess it’s become a hot tourist attraction.

Fell asleep earlier last night and slept forever. Like 10 hours, but not all at once. I actually awoke at one point and was deciding whether or not I should get up then when I fell back asleep. I woke up to pee after the first hour and had a dream about Jane. Then I went on to dream about her on and off all night long.

For those who didn’t read about her back when I had my bio posted (though I didn’t have much to say about her), I briefly knew Jane in Oregon. She was a waitress at my favorite Chinese restaurant there. I only saw her a few times since we couldn’t afford to eat there regularly and by the time we could, she was gone. We were still in Tina and Raj’s motel when we first saw her and the instant she laid eyes on me I knew damn well she was attracted to me. I was a little surprised. Not only because I was starting to get older and fatter (38 years old, 130-something pounds), but because she wasn’t half bad herself for what we suspected to be a druggie. Let’s just say there are those who are energetic and then there are those who are bordering on basket cases.

Jane was tall, thin and dark and with another 10-15 pounds on her, she would’ve been pretty damn hot. She had long dark hair to the middle of her back she wore in a ponytail being a waitress and all that. She was about my age. She had dark hair and eyes. She was probably between 5’ 6” – 5’ 8”. Yup, totally my type but probably not relationship-wise, especially if she were doing drugs. She just seemed too wound up and like she may be bossy, insensitive and even a bit mean. At the same time, though, she was a sweetheart and I would’ve loved to have gotten to know her at least a little better had she not left when she did because by then we were settled in the duplex. Figures, huh? So not meant to be.

Still, there was something about Jane, and Jane was attractive regardless of her questionable personality. I only saw her 3 times I think it was. The first time we never spoke and she wasn’t our waitress. She just smiled at me in that way first when she spotted me sitting down at a booth, then again when I was coming out of the bathroom. I thought she’d see how short and fat I was now that she could see all of me standing up and that she would be turned off, but she wasn’t.

The second time she actually waited on us and the first thing she did was thank Tom for bringing me there, LOL. Then when she screwed up my order, she didn’t just apologize, she hugged me. It really was kind of funny.

The third and final time she didn’t wait on us, but every time she walked by she would glance at me and smile or ask me something or make some kind of comment. It was really sweet. On our way out that day, we spoke while Tom paid the bill and I asked her about rentals in the area. She asked if just I was looking or if both of us were looking. I hated to burst her bubble and tell her it was both of us, LOL, but when we next returned, she was gone.

I asked the owner about her and she gave me her full name, saying she’d left the area. I tried looking her up a few times over the years, but the name is actually kind of common. I think there’s even a singer with her name, and Jenny didn’t sound 100% sure of her last name, so I could be looking for the wrong person. She never even knew my first name. I wonder what became of her and if she has any idea I think of her from time to time, even dream of her and that great ass she had, along with Randy the mailman, and Liz the cashier. I even wonder about Estella and Jan at times. I miss some of our old life up there, but I do NOT miss the cold, the snow, the killer taxes, the screwy insurance policies, and the way I had more ear problems there. Something about the elevation, I guess.

I also had my first dream about moving to Europe. I was wondering when and if I’d ever have any. I only remember thinking or saying something about getting as close to England as possible, which makes no sense. I’d never want to live anywhere near the UK. Too cold.

In another dream, Tom and I just moved into a 2-story, 3-bedroom house which suddenly became crowded with tons of young party-goers holding drinks and shouting over loud music that was blasting. I went out to see if our mail had been taken by whatever carrier was in that area, then I realized Tom hadn’t been home in 12 hours. This worried me and I was about to call him when I spotted a peculiar young woman with hair I always thought was too short for a woman. She was licking an ice cream cone. Only the “ice cream” was this clear Jell-O-like substance and inside it was a cluster of crimson flowers.

Later...

Wasn’t sure whether or not I should make this entry public or private so I decided to go in the middle with friends only. The fucking troll is bothering Aly and I again on Ask. She’s hit Andy with a few questions too, but he doesn’t mind the nutjob. Still not blogging publically that we’re aware of, but it’s back to the same old shit on Ask – why are you ignoring me? I’m being nice to you. Don’t call me a troll because I don’t like it!

Then why does she act like one? Because she does like it. There may be no cure or reasoning with the crazy, but they are a bit predictable at times. She thrives off of negative attention and she even admitted in one of her many past blogs that she would deliberately piss people off and get them talking about her and all that cuz she’d get off on it. That’s why I’m not going public with this entry.

shakes head sadly Alison was right. She’ll never leave us alone unless she’s physically prevented from going online. I’d rather she bitch about us in blogs than contact us in any way, though. I think she’s doing it on Ask because she knows she can do it anonymously that way. I almost disallowed anonymous comments on my blog now that she’s back to haunt us, but haven’t I arranged enough of my online life on account of this bitch? Well, I’m not going to let her shit control me anymore! I’ll still protect my friends, though, for their sake. I had a public chat with Nane on my wall, which I switched to friends of friends.

Just the fact that she told Aly she thinks she’s just jealous of her because she’s doing “so well” in life tells us how crazy she truly is. Being jealous of this sicko would be like being jealous of someone who was burned in a fire or something like that. She’s nothing to be jealous of. She’s ugly, she’s crazy, and the only thing she’s got easier than Aly is that her pampered little ass is all paid for and taken care of. She doesn’t need to work. She doesn’t need to pay bills. She doesn’t need to do anything but breathe. That’s the extent of her responsibilities in life. Just existing and pestering people who can see right through her bullshit. If she were doing that well then she wouldn’t feel the need to keep trying to win over those that have dumped her and told her not to contact them for as many years as she has. Really, where is this bitch’s sense of self-respect that she would focus only on those that don’t like her???