The burning and itching down there stopped, but I still have these little bumps that feel like zits. I guess a pap really is in order after the carpet. 

I was relieved to hear from Alison today. The poor girl was in the hospital for 3 weeks with a bad skin infection. She says she’s recovering and will catch up on messages soon. She thanked me for not deleting her on Facebook. I considered it for a minute too, figuring there was no point in giving her a better glimpse into my life if she really didn’t want to remain friends. But deep down I figured something was more likely wrong than that she’d gone and dumped me. 

Having become not so much a private person as much as I’ve become less open, I turned all my blogs private for now, but my current Prosebox book is viewable to members. Besides, the past doesn’t matter or interest people as much as the present does anyway. So each year that I create a new book on Prosebox I will probably turn the old ones private. That way nothing older than a year is out there for any potential evildoers to see. 

Once Molly is released from Marbridge, God help me because I would think she’ll be back online pretty much anytime she wants to be with Mommy Dearest, who will probably have custody of the crazy child-woman until she dies or gets too old to keep up with her, quick to make excuses for her poor behavior. Well, I’m not going to go back to those days. Those days are over. There’s been no contact since last fall, but she does still peek in on me (or try to) about once a month. Probably has to sneak online somehow to do it. She was in on 3/21, 4/21, and then on 5/7. 

As for Kim – I can’t say if she’s still following me because she always did it in a way that I couldn’t detect. I would guess she finally got me out of her system, especially since getting into big trouble with that impersonation obsession of hers. 

For now, I prefer to stick to places they’re less likely to know about and that have user blocking. 

My LiveJournal blog may become public again but since I have so much talk time on my cell I may make that a voice blog. I switched the phone number from my MagicJack line to the cell. It’s much easier to call in than deal with setting up microphones and having that interfere with my sound output later on and all that shit. Because Molly will latch onto it like a bee to a brightly colored flower once she discovers it, I have to be careful what I say. I don’t want to say the same things I write about anyway. Some of it may be, but I may think of more unusual topics to discuss. I thought of something ideal last night but can’t remember it now. 

Exchanged hellos with Bob who was bopping around his carport for a bit earlier. He commented on the new car. 

Our tentative plans are to touch up the rooms that have been painted this weekend. Next week we’ll have them come out to measure for the carpet and hopefully they can install it within a few days.