Tom and I were discussing the rats and we
both agree that while Burke and Simon could be related since rats can have a
wide variety of markings and colors within the same litter, there’s no way
Dumbo could be related. A top-eared rat simply can’t produce a Dumbo rat.
They were all waiting at their door for me
to give them the bread I give them when I get up (they get their own loaves
since I almost never eat bread), then later they were at the door to come out
and play. I let them run around while I ate a huge salad and watched the last
episode of Season 3 of Bosch. Then they went running home when I put the rest
of the salad in their cage. So cute!
We’re waiting for the new locks to be
delivered. We decided to go with one that was $107. This one has a code and
will lock the doors automatically, but doesn’t have an alarm.
Tom is going to get another key made up for
the Cadillac and then reprogram the chips in both keys.
We’re going to go somewhere on the 27th
since the park is once again going to force live music on some of us who don’t
want to hear the obnoxious thumping of bass in their homes for 4 or more hours.
Why the fuck do they think we moved here? Well, it was supposedly to escape
that kind of shit. I just worry this kind of thing is going to encourage more
people to have loud car stereos in here. Hearing them on the freeway is
annoying enough.
I was watching a documentary on what makes
a person a psychopath. A lot of people think they’re crazy when in fact they do
know right from wrong. The fact is that they’re incapable of feeling empathy,
along with some other traits. Tom and I took this test at http://personality-testing.info/tests/LSRP.php that tells
you if you’re a psychopath or not.
I scored 2.something for primary
psychopathy, and I think 1.8 for secondary. Both of his scores were the same…
1.something. So I’m closer to being a psychopath than he is, LOL. Some of the
questions were tricky, though, like the one where they ask if you would hurt
someone’s emotions to get what you wanted. Would I hurt someone I cared about?
Absolutely not. But some rapist I don’t even know? Someone who’s fucked me over
in the past? Charles Manson? Sure I would if I wanted it bad enough.
They say psychopaths are born rather than
made, but I think in many ways I had less empathy 30 years ago, though it
really depends on the situation and who’s involved. I don’t have the bleeding
heart for blacks that I would’ve had for them 100 years ago because today I see
them more as victimizers than victims, and Muzzifuckers be damned!
On the other hand, I feel bad for some of
the pranks that I pulled in the past. I could never egg a perfect stranger’s
vehicle that never did a damn thing to me without feeling guilty. Yet I could
do this 30 years ago without thinking twice.
Last night I dreamed we were on vacation
somewhere. It almost seemed like I shared a room with a bunch of women I didn’t
even know, one of whom had my dream hair, straight and smooth.
Then I said something about him and I not
going on vacation someplace we might eventually move to. Later I was waiting
for him to use a public bathroom somewhere. When he came out of the bathroom he
was carrying a 2-foot plant, and I asked him how we would get the thing home.
Lastly, we were outdoors somewhere and I
was looking at these mountainous rocks in which a swimming pool was built into
a particular section that formed a long, irregular bowl. It almost looked like
Turkey. Very rocky there.
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