It really doesnt do much for your ego when you have no job. In a way, Im free, no obligation, no schedule to check, no bedtime, I am free to roam. However, I have not received a check from unemployment yet, and I need money like a crackwhore needs a fix. So no travel plans for me as of yet. So this is the latest. Tom took a week off to spend with us, only his dear friend passed away and he's gone to Arizona for the funeral. I miss him terribly. I am used to his presence and when he leaves, it just fucks with my head, plain and simple. I go through a mini bout of depression and then Im fine.
Someone (I have an idea of who) taped a letter to our door in the middle of the night complaining about our lawn, and how shitty our house looks since we moved in. I suspect this may be from the same neighbor that approached me by introducing himself and then going on a long diatribe about how the mexicans are taking over the neighborhood and how he cant stand it when people live in sin, then asked if Tom and I were married or not. Asshole, I know. So this really infuriated me. I even lost sleep over it. I really want to have a party. North Indio old school style. I want mexicans, banda music, lawn chairs in the front with a never ending supply of beer. I want to annoy the hell out of him. I want pink flamingos all over, and garden Knomes too. Maybe I can hang a few pinatas from the tree. And just to kick it up a notch, some lesbians making out, and rainbow flags, lots of them. Maybe thats what I'll do with my first check.