Got the tunes blasting now cuz Jesse’s driving me crazy with that fucking motorcycle again. It’s barely after 1pm and he’s already come and gone twice and now he’s sitting up there stopping and starting the fucking thing.

Why me? Huh? Why me? Why do I get this type of shit every single fucking place I go? Mormons with 6 little kids, welfare bums, college kids, band members, motorcyclists, slobs, perverts, crazies… I’ve had every single type of problem neighbor under the sun. What will I be in for in a 55+ park?

Saw a promising place and although it only had 1 bath I figured we could have a half-bath installed, but then saw it was at an all-age park. Still not sure if we should go for a dump and fix it up exactly to our tastes or get something nicer, but we’ll probably go somewhere in the middle. That way it’s not a dump but I can personalize it easier. The more money we have the more choices we have, so it’s taking longer to figure it all out. I’m trying not to let Jesse’s shit and our shitty connection rush us out of here, but man am I getting sick of being able to go online when THEY say so and not whenever we want to. They’re still shutting us down in the mornings and evenings. I haven’t been able to stream music or movies in ages. I miss having a fast, reliable, round-the-clock connection! But I gotta deal with it cuz by the time we pick out a place, deal with the credit thing we’re disputing and other things, it’s going to be well into the spring. Still, just like we’re no longer the designated family poor-assed bums, we won’t always live like we’re lazy druggies either.

Speaking of living like doped-up lazies, I finally saw pics of my parents’ condo. So that’s how well they were living while we lived like bums, huh? Well, it doesn’t surprise me, but like I said, Part 1 changed and so will Part 2. They could have kept their Jacuzzi, though. Jacuzzis were never a big deal to me, though we did have one once in Arizona, as well as a pool. The pool I miss, but we’ll have one again soon enough. The good thing is that we won’t have to care for it and it won’t be full of screaming kids like apartment pools being in an adult community, though technically visiting kids could use the pool.

Anyway, Tammy called but I chose not to call back cuz it wasn’t urgent and she knows I’m not big on phones. Still not sure why she didn’t message me on Facebook or email me. If she’s got power, she must have Internet, right? I’m suspecting computer problems which would suck for the poor girl. She just got a new computer for God’s sake.

What was funny – I thought she was joking at first – was that she and Mark did up a will leaving me pictures and the poodle, LOL. That’s sweet of her, but I think she should just stay alive. We never saw the need to bother with a will ourselves. As I told her, if we die, it’s simple – do what you want with our shit and our bodies. We won’t be needing any of it anymore anyway. We have lots of nice stuff, too. You’d never guess what was in here just by looking at the outside of this dump.

She said something about Mark’s birthday, too. I left messages on her wall and privately, so we’ll see if she gets them. If not, all she has to do is email me. Not sure what I hate more, phone calls or getting a dozen messages a day online, LOL. A part of me misses the pre-internet days. But more of me appreciates the ease and simplicity of it. That’s why I don’t know why she (or anyone else) would want to bother with phones unless it was urgent or it had been a while, like a year or more. I don’t mind, however, her leaving voice messages so long as she keeps in mind she probably won’t get called back most of the time. It’s just that I know talking is easier for her than typing.

Anyway, Tom, who’s enjoying his first Saturday off in two months, brought a ton of cans to the recycling center and got $48. Now we’re rat-proofing for the rat(s) tomorrow. We’re also rearranging the living room a bit. Tom reminded me we’ve got tons of money if I want to have the carpet cleaned, too. Why would I want to have someone else’s carpet cleaned?

I don’t know what I like less, Andy annoying me with shit I’ve told him a thousand times I’m not interested in, making a joke of certain things that aren’t funny at all, or the chilling prediction he made the other day saying I would eventually experience something big in the way of natural disasters. He said he didn’t know when or what it would be. I’ve known Andy long enough to know he’s not just a lucky guesser. We’re safe from natural disasters here, but if we moved to Spain or Florida that’d put us more at risk, especially in Florida. Even more chilling is knowing God hates us enough to have us be one of the ones to be hardest hit. If we’ve got a lot of money and are in good health, why not destroy our home then?