It’s been raining and windy all night long, but sure enough, the rain is to clear up tomorrow morning and it’ll be bright and sunny all week with temperatures warming into the 70s and noise levels no doubt rising to very annoying proportions. 

Decided to get my hair trimmed later on today. 

Last night I dreamed I was at some sort of beach resort and was sharing a longish room with double beds with my sister. At least I think it was with her. For some strange reason, my long white dresser was there and I watched someone haul it out of the room and onto the beach, knowing they needed extra “beds” and that someone would sleep on it. 

Out on the beach a short while later, I found my dresser set up with the shelves it came with but that I never got. On the very top was a mattress. I spoke to the guy that was to sleep on it and he promised not to damage anything. 

Then I was back in the room in a flash where Andy showed up and hugged the hell out of me. It felt good to be hugged by him and to hug him back. I told him that even though he could be an ass at times and I knew I wasn’t perfect either, I still loved him. 

A part of me considered reaching out to him in real life, but eh, we’re just too different. We’d only get in some stupid fight over some stupid shit in no time at all. 

In the last part of the dream, I was descending a flight of stairs somewhere and could hear water running nearby. My dream self knew Tom was in the shower. 

Later… 

So Aly emailed me to say she was deactivating on Twitter, and it was kind of funny because I was considering the exact same thing at the moment. Since I don’t know anyone well enough who’s into Twitter regularly, I decided to just shut down and keep note of the highlights in Word. I don’t mean my journal where I write the details, but a file just for the things that stand out. 

That wasn’t the only reason I wanted to deactivate. I also wanted to do so to shake Kim. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but the thought of her playing the victim and blocking me from the many accounts she creates still gets to me at times. I feel like I’m letting her play victim, in a sense, by keeping accounts known to her. Facebook I can’t do much about, though. Also, if she one day decides to return to Prosebox if she hasn’t already, she’s going to block me there too, on every account she creates. 

This nutjob creates hundreds of accounts, each for some celebrity or another that she’s obsessed with. Weather and celebrities. Those are her obsessions as it was food and celebrities with Andy. At over 300 pounds, though, I’m sure it’s safe to say this one’s a little food-obsessed, too. She’s admitted to being a foodie, and according to Aly, fat doesn’t exist in her twisted mind. Hey, if right and wrong and fact and fiction are all the same, why not body sizes, too? Nothing exists but what isn’t real in her sick mind. 

I realize that my nieces are never going to want to interact with me all that often. I thought maybe seeing them face-to-face would change that a bit, but I don’t think anything could really make a difference at this point, and I can’t say I blame them either. I wasn’t there for them for a decade, and well, I’m twice their age and on the other side of the country. 

So even though I followed them on Pinterest, they haven’t followed back or “liked” any of my pins. Still don’t hear from them much on Facebook either unless it’s in response to a comment I may make on something of theirs. 

*shrugs* Oh well. We can’t make people be what/who they’re not. 

Got my hair trimmed today by an older lady I remembered from my first visit to this particular salon last May. Yes, it’s been 10 months since my hair last saw a pair of scissors. No wonder it got so ratty. I thought it was last November for some reason. Again, my memory is scary-bad at times. Definitely not what it used to be. 

Anyway, I didn’t request that she wash my hair first. She simply misted it down with a water bottle. 

I also got this expensive, but awesome Paul Mitchell smoothing leave-in conditioner that smells really nice. I love the light oily texture and how you massage it into the hair rather than spray it in. With sprays, I always get it in my face. It’s a perfectly clear-colored gel-like substance that costs $28 but should last a year.