Aly protected her tweets yesterday but now they’re public again. Just when I started to think it really was me that she was tempted to “call out,” and that I was the reason she protected them, now I don’t know what to think. Most likely she abandoned the account I’ve been messaging, otherwise she would have dumped it. She was probably referring to Kim, and she could’ve gone private for any reason.

A white couple in Georgia was convicted of making terrorist threats at a black child’s birthday party. Okay, agreeably it was an absolutely shitty thing to do, especially if they weren’t provoked in any way. But should the guy really get 13 years, and should his girlfriend really get 6? Rapists don’t usually get this harsh of a sentence. It just goes to show once again that words speak louder than actions in America. I’d be willing to bet, though, that had the colors been swapped, the sentence might still be harsher than “action” crimes, but not nearly this harsh.

The loud white dumpy pickup truck came to visit Geri as it often does yesterday evening. My first thought was, oh no! Go away. You can’t go inside and visit. You always have to be outside banging and slamming shit around in your truck and annoying me. But all I heard was a couple of clanks and scrapes from something moving around in the back and that was it.

Ugh, why do I have the runs like every week now? I took two normal dumps, then it was partially runny once, and then I had the runs twice.

I still can’t stand to follow my nieces because every time I do check out their wall on occasion, it’s daddy this, daddy that. I understand their grief, but isn’t it time to move on at least a little? It’s healthier to focus on the living than dwell on the dead.

Furthermore, I hated this fucking cock for so long and couldn’t wait for him to drop dead, yet now I’m hearing about him more. :-(

I don’t know, sometimes I still wonder if it would be better for me not to have anything to do with my family and the horrible people/memories associated with them. I wonder even more if I should live that close to them, but I’m not going to think about that this far in advance. I now believe Tammy will probably live a full life, but anything could happen between now and when we’re in a position to think of moving. I’d like to think we’ll have enough money to go straight to Hawaii, and therefore I wouldn’t have to consider how close to them we should go, but I doubt that’s going to happen.

Last night I dreamed I was living with my parents and Tammy. What is it with me living with the family in dreams? In the dream, I thought it weird that this time I had a different last name than my parents, especially since I was living with them.

Then I was lost in the public high school I attended for barely a year, and some of the students even recognized me. It was as if not much time went by from when I was actually a student there.

Then I was in some kind of funny farm, and even though it didn’t seem to be a bad place, I wanted to leave. But the woman who stood between me and my freedom was a strictie and I knew I had to kiss her ass a bit. I met with her in a small room where she’d recently awoken from a nap. She talked so softly that I could barely hear her and I made a comment about having to get a hearing aid. I then said something about leaving in 8 days and asked her to put it in writing that I would be leaving on such and such a date. In my mind, I was asking her to write the date down more so that there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings in dates since I could barely hear her. I showed her my deformed ear as she wrote it down, she took one look at it and said, “Wow, maybe I really am awake now.”

In other words, it was gross, LOL.

Later…

Landscaping. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

On the bright side, Tom took a position he was offered, although we’re not sure how “bright” it will be. His pay went up a little over a dollar to something like $18.36, but since it will be fewer hours (supposedly) it will actually be a little less money, but as I said before, we’re willing to lose a little money in order for him to have his life back. The only unfortunate thing is that it’s still first shift. They may also be hoping to roll him onto a salary in a few months, which he would rather not do. That way they can try to take advantage of him and he would be more likely to be asked to travel. I could go with him, but they wouldn’t pay for my expenses.

Looking for a new series to get into. Although there’s only one season of Twisted, so far it seems pretty good. It’s aimed at teens, but a lot of the teen stuff is the same as the adult stuff, just minus the gore, sex and swearing. It’s an ongoing mystery as opposed to one or two crime cases per show.

Later…

Got auburn-brown dye in my hair and I’m waiting till it’s time to wash it out.

Poor Tom, who has exercised-induced asthma, was wheezing and coughing his brains out after I tried to coax him to run with me a little more this evening. I should’ve known better than to damn near black widow the poor guy! I’m younger, in much better shape, and not nearly as heavy. I’ll just run solo from now on. Biking is a much better exercise for him and it’s more fun, too. It’s just been way too cold for that. It was 56° when we went out, yet it felt like it was in the mid-40s.

Later…

OMFG, my hair looks awful! As usual, the dye wouldn’t take at the very center of my forehead or on the sides even though I swear I saturated it well. The color also clashes with my eyebrows. The people that made the dye must be colorblind too, cuz auburn-brown really means red. The gray that did get covered is red and the brown part is auburn. So just like before I’m 3-toned. Instead of gray, medium brown and dark brown, I now have red, auburn and gray. :( I’ll brown it out in a month or two.

I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I haven’t heard that insanely loud car for two days. Really hoping the person was just visiting. I thought they looked a little young for the place the couple of times I got a glimpse of them. Or maybe the “influencer” struck again with the little spell she did in her mind? That may be wishful thinking, but maybe not. I’ve wished upon a star a little too hard before, so anything is possible.