In odd years we get a major purchase and in even years we go on vacation. It rained all day yesterday – sometimes hard – and we decided to just take the day off to do absolutely nothing. So mixed in with Netflix, audiobooks and too much food, we decided to get some rough ideas on where we may go for our next vacation in 15 months or so.

We looked at flights to Tahiti, Fiji and Jamaica. Given that we’re in the western part of the US, these would be very long flights. Having so much travel time the last time, we decided we might just stay in our own state and drop down to San Diego. It will only take an hour and a half to fly down to Los Angeles, then about an hour to San Diego. It’s tropical and there would be plenty of activities that we would both enjoy.

I wouldn’t be adding another country to my list but I would be adding another major city because I’ve never been there before. It would be so much less flying time and money that it’s very appealing. That is unless they lay him off and screw up all our plans big time.

It was funny because he had a spreadsheet open on one of his monitors and I asked him what a “Bof A” was. He said that since it didn’t cost anything to get a Bank of America card, he got one so that if we were ever in a position where we can’t pay our bills, they’re the ones that get stuck with our debt after the way they fucked him over in Arizona.

I have been to most of the major cities in California except for San Diego and San Francisco. Despite the fact that part of the book I’m writing now takes place in San Francisco, the only thing about the place that would interest me would be touring Alcatraz. The climate is otherwise not what I prefer and I would hate all the hills.

There’s only a 25% chance of rain today, which means it probably won’t rain which means it will almost certainly be noisy. The landscapers are going to be eagerly after the leaves and twigs scattered about from yesterday’s rainstorms.

A part of me wishes it rained regularly because of how quiet it is when it does. You still hear loud cars and trucks at times, but you don’t hear motorcycles or landscaping or other outdoor activities. I know that if it did rain all the time, however, it would quickly get depressing. I can see a daily burst of rain in a warm climate, but when it’s cold, gray and rainy it can get old pretty fast. It wasn’t that cold, though, just chilly.

I would totally love to be pleasantly surprised with a call from Stacey, but I would be willing to bet just about anything that I’m going to be the one to make the first move (as usual, though as is also kinda reasonable in this case) come Valentine’s Day unless my schedule doesn’t permit it. Sometime in mid-February is when I’ll call, but I’m definitely going to aim for Valentine’s Day.

If she surprised me first, I wonder if she would do it from home on the weekend or from work. I’m guessing she would do it from work where she had privacy unless she knew her husband would be gone all day.

They’ve postponed Oktoberfest until November 6. Oktoberfest in November? I’m sure nothing up there will have me be blessed enough to be asleep during that time since they’re determined to force it on us no matter what. We can at least get the hell out that day.

After 10 years my passport will expire next month. Next weekend I’ll be going to get my picture taken.

Right now I’m waiting for Joe to deliver my new glasses and hoping that they’re not a waste of money. I think my figurine is coming today too, of a dark-haired girl in a red bikini.

As expected, there’s quite a landscaping frenzy going on around here today between both Bob and the park workers.

Later…

I’m a naughty girl today. Yes, I had a moment’s weakness where I gave into my hobby of info diving and found “Evil Aly,” Aly’s latest Twitter account. I found it through a friend of hers. The friend she told she had changed accounts because she was still having “problems” with a former friend. You know, those “problems” where I stupidly hoped we could actually work things out and said only kind things to her?

Bull fucking shit. Really just bull fucking shit. She makes it sound like I forced her to change accounts. She said she did this to “avoid” me, but why couldn’t she just block me and go private? I didn’t make her change accounts, but that’s just Aly for you… always blaming others for her actions.

Then came the challenge that made me wonder if she actually likes not only mindfucking people, but cat and mouse games. This was when she tweeted: Deleted my other account. Go ahead and find me, J. The way you act vs the nice things you occasionally say… You’re too confusing for me.

So you change accounts because you’re supposedly “confused?” You can’t just ignore, block or go private?

Well, Aly may be smart but I definitely want nothing to do with her because she’s just too fucked up. Just like it’s pointless to get with an abusive person simply because they may be good-looking, there’s no point in associating with someone this messed up. I respect myself enough to stay away from her. And her twisted friends.

She’s just as confusing as she says she’s confused. Why ask me to resend what I wrote for her just to run and hide? She did the same thing last time after playing dead Wi-Fi.

I may look in on her tweets just for laughs, but she doesn’t have to worry about playing the dead Wi-Fi game or running and hiding like the coward that she is because I have no intentions of ever contacting her again. I’m surprised it took me as long as it did to realize just how screwed up she really is.

But I won’t do it this time. I won’t. I won’t contact her and attempt to clear up any confusion she may have by letting her know how I feel (which I admit were conflicting emotions in the past), so she can cry dead Wi-Fi, promise to respond to tweets and messages as soon as she can, and then change accounts.

Seriously… Aly, Andy, Maliheh, Nane… if you ever decide you miss me in a year from now or 5 years or 10 years or 20 years, I won’t be there for you. I don’t care if you read my journal, but you’ll never have a friend in me again.

Her tweets are full of the usual things… Health issues, emotional issues, guilt trips on others who aren’t there the instant she wants them, etc. Did she ever think that maybe they’re avoiding her? Like maybe they don’t want to get caught up in her drama? Yet according to Aly, if no one is available the instant she snaps her fingers, then they’re horrible friends who must not give a shit. It couldn’t be that they may actually have more to do than just babysit her and hold her hand. This clinginess and these guilt trips, along with the lies, are why I almost dumped her before she beat me to it. I was getting so damn fed up with the constant lies, drama and demands. Enough was never enough for her. She would tell me she preferred honesty in one breath, but in the next, she was getting all offended whenever I would be honest with her. She was simply never a true friend.

I’m not saying she doesn’t have clinical depression. She does. And while we all need a good support system, we can’t depend on people 24/7 either.

I no longer feel sorry for Aly P. She made her own bed and she’s plenty welcome to lie in it right along with her sick, twisted, delusional phony friends who couldn’t tell the truth if you paid them. If she can forgive someone who told her she hoped her cancer would kill her, but she can’t forgive someone who was honest with her about her “friend’s” ill intentions, then she deserves people like Kim and Molly in her life.

The only other reference she made to me was telling Kim that she didn’t want to discuss something in particular in case I was “spying,” if one can actually “spy” on a public account. I’m a little confused as to why she would care what I think of anything she has to say, but like I said, she’s just as confusing as she is confused.