The cutting in and out of the Internet connection is driving me absolutely insane! It’s gotten so that I don’t want to be online but I also miss it, too. I miss being able to watch movies without them cutting out or taking forfuckingever to buffer. There are so many things I’d like to do but instead, I’m forced to mostly write, read, listen to music, work out and just wait till we’re out of here. But how many more fucking days am I going to have to deal with this shit?! And how many more weekends of barking?! Well, I may only be going to listen to someone else’s dogs when we move, but at least we’ll have a better Internet connection.

There are now 9 bees in the trap, so that’s 9 fewer bees that could’ve ended up in here. I actually saw one fly into the thing just before 7am.

Decided to go to the IHOP on Saturday instead as soon as it opens, then hit Walmart from there. I like to be present whenever possible for grocery runs. Not just to get out but because it seems to be hit or miss as to whether or not they have what I put on the list. That way I can decide what to substitute these things with.

Sunday is 55+ community stakeout day. Tom said that although he’s reluctant he might take me to the nicest place he’s seen so far on his way to work that he says is really, really nice. He says I won’t want to live anywhere else if I see it. But why see what we can’t have? I know I’ll never have it as fine as mommy and daddy got to have it. So why bother? The most important thing is not giving God a chance to screw us again financially. He wants to see us lose. He wants to see us suffer. So if we give Him, or whatever the hell is up there that would prefer to see us struggle most of our lives, a chance to beat us over the head with money, it will. Create weak links when chaining the areas you tend to be cursed in, and they will be broken for sure! I worry enough about our money being stolen, so we don’t need to make stupid investment decisions on top of it. Tom checks our accounts online at least once a day so he can report it right away if we’re ever ripped off. The rest is up to us.

For years I blamed myself for having a hard time attracting women I was attracted to and having a hard time not attracting those I wasn’t. But online experiences have taught me that it isn’t me and I shouldn’t take it so personally even if it has a way of making me feel downright ugly as hell at times. I think in reality it’s more a case of that I turn off the attractive women than that I attract the unattractive ones. I can’t help the way I look, though. I’ve never been what most lesbians consider attractive and I never will be. But I realize it isn’t anything about me personally - the way I look or the things I say - that attracts the uglies and the not all there. The fact is that they will reach out to anyone. And because I’m as nice as I am a bitch, these people know they can come to me with their sob stories because they know I’ll at least listen and that I’ve probably been there before myself. So yeah, I’m one of the “uglies” according to most of the better-looking lesbians and bisexuals, but I realize that I don’t quite have the talent I once thought I had for attracting what I myself consider less than attractive. They will reach out to anyone who gives them the time of day.

I don’t know why but for some reason it cracked me up when Nane told me my blog background was driving her crazy, LOL. I threw on something that isn’t animated for now. Then she won’t have to “read between the swirls.” hahaha

Got a kick out of how she deleted some unwanted comments from Dieter on a wall photo she posted. The photo showed 3 men, one Muslim, one gay, one black. “Labels are for clothes,” it said, then Dieter came in saying that the lunatics should be labeled while Nane insisted no one should be labeled, etc. Anyway, I always thought the old bastard was nothing but an argumentative, lonely old man with nothing better to do. Back when he added me he did nothing but complain about almost everything I posted. I was ready to tell him to just shut up or fuck off, but then he deleted me after rudely jumping down my throat for reasons I still don’t get. Perhaps there was a touch of Molly in the guy, IDK.

Ok, Miss Ugly to the Women but Cute to the Guys is going to go see if she can get online long enough to post this.