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i hate command line interface how do we live in a world where ai is literally threatening to take over the world yet girls are still asked to do things via command line interface at work. i don’t want to open a terminal. i don’t know what a shell is. there must be a better way. i know there is.
#‘i would recommend using a shell in tty mode’ thanks dude that would be SO helpful if i knew what that meant or how to do it!#i’ll just kill myself instead i think but thanks for the tip!
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is it raining? no, it's just rayn!
i am here to give you a hard time/j and request an eeeeny meeeny luci comforting reader during a panic attack? thank you so muchhhh!!
COMFORT ᡣ𐭩
❀ summary; lucifer comforts you through your first panic attack.
❀ what to lookout for; mentions of a panic attack, pet names, lucifer being a dork, lucifer trying to make you laugh (and it works).
❀ extra notes; i most definitely based this off when i had a panic attack for the first time. to anyone who struggles with anxiety or mental health in general, you're not alone! my ask box and messages are always open if you need someone to talk to <3
- you were both sat on his living room couch watching some random show on the television.
- then you started to feel… weird.
- tiny stars began to cloud your vision, you felt like you were losing control, nothing felt right.
“luci?”
he hums in response, still looking at the tv screen.
“i don’t know what’s happening to me…”
- that sentence made lucifer turn his attention away from whatever was going on on the screen to focus solely on you.
- he saw how you were beginning to hyperventilate and panic.
- you were having a panic attack. how did he know this? he’s been through his fair share of them.
“hey, hey, dovey…” lucifer takes a seat next to you. “tell me what you want me to do- need me to do”
“need… hug…” you say weakly through a sob. as soon as lucifer picks you up gently and places you in his lap, the damn inside you breaks and you’re sobbing into his chest.
- he comforts you to the best of his ability; taking you through all the grounding and breathing exercises that he, himself, has had to use to bring himself back from being lost in himself.
- he tells you to breathe while he counts to three and then tells you to breathe out slowly. then he guides you through the 54321 grounding exercise.
- he tries to be funny and asks you to name the names of his rubber ducks that he’s made. he gets you to giggle a bit at that which was more than worth it to him because at least he knows he’s making you feel better.
- by now you’re breathing is back to normal, you’ve stopped crying and you’re finally back to your normal self.
- and when you realize what just happened… oh, the embarrassment that creeps in.
“i’m sorry you had to witness me being… like that… i don’t know what came over me” you apologize, looking away from lucifer in embarrassment.
“hey,” he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, making you look at him. “there’s no reason to apologize, sweetheart. what you just went through was called a panic attack, and they can be… pre-tty intense”
“have you ever had them before…?”
“oh yeah, tons of times. i’m like… the panic attack pro” lucifer jokes and you chuckle at him.
“i’m not sure that’s something you wanna be a pro at, luci”
- after this, you and lucifer have a talk about what’s been on your mind lately and what could’ve driven you to go into panic mode.
- but he also makes sure to remind you that he’s always here for you to give cuddles, kisses and make you laugh afterwards.
- and that he’ll make comfort pancakes. for both you and him, because why not?
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reblogs/hearts/comments and all that good stuff are appreciated !
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dark mode! Alphonse with Boo who had a sh!tty ex but it’s that “oops got your girl, shoulda treated her right. you want her back? too damn bad!” audio from tiktok
HELP??? I 100% see him doing that bc fuck you for being shitty to this amazing human being they're mine now and they are treated like royalty✨️
#red rants#yuurivoice#yuurivoice alphonse#okay but Alphomse picking up Boo is kinda hot#just throw them over his shoulder and walk off
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Well hello there!
I knoooooowwww, it's been sooooooooo looooonnngggg! I'm sorry ☹️
Anyway, i’m coming to your timeline with a build i was working on for almost a month 💀 this is my first (prob. the last 🫠) building in San Sequoia!
This house has 7 bedrooms! Yeah, you read it right, 7 (SEVEN!) & 3 bathrooms (i know, it’s not enough, sowwy! 🥺)
Little note: the attic can easily turn into a bedroom too!
Little note part ✌️ (the remix): this house also has a teeny tiny basement 👀
40 x 30 on San Sequoia
Lot Type: Residential
Value: §244.518 (oh God...)
i've a really sh*tty computer. That's why i can't play the game. I hope it turns out gameplay safety! 🤞 If it's not i am so sorry for that ☹️
(Please use “bb.moveobjects” when adding the house into your game!)
As always, I use “debug” items & these creators contents:
Well Crafted (Growing Together Build Mode Extended) by: @peacemaker-ic
Seasons Build Mode Extended by: @peacemaker-ic (only the awnings & the single door)
Koa Wood Flooring by: @peacemaker-ic
Cottage Living Solid Wallpapers by: @madameriasims4
ORJANIC by: @harrie-cc & @felixandresims
GROVE Part II by: @felixandresims (only the decorations 🤷♀️)
GROVE Part IV by: @felixandresims (only the decorations)
COASTAL Collection Part 1 by: @harrie-cc
COASTAL Collection Part 2 by: @harrie-cc
COASTAL Collection Part 3 by: @harrie-cc
Domaine du Clos by: @pierisim
The Lighthouse Collection by: @charlypancakes
Precious Promises by: @pierisim & @charlypancakes
Classic Kitchen Kit by: @maxsus (Max 20)
Cozy Backyard by: @maxsus (Max 20)
Master Bedroom by: @maxsus (Max 20)
Poolside Lounge by: @maxsus (Max 20)
Garden at Home by: @maxsus (Max 20)
Cottage Kitchen by: @s-imagination (only the decorative items🥰)
Elsie Bedroom Basics by: @peacemaker-ic
Hinterlands Dining by: @peacemaker-ic
Hinterlands Living by: @peacemaker-ic
Hamptons Builtin by: @peacemaker-ic
Folklore Set by: @lilis-palace
Refrain Brindleton Bay paintings re-framed by: @sforzcc
Simmify Music Nook by: @myshunosun
Vanity Nook by @myshunosun
Thrifted TV by: @myshunosun
T.O.U. - Please give me full credit - Please do NOT put my creations behind ads or pay sites - Do NOT re-upload without my permission - Do NOT claim as your own work
Thank you :)
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so i did this poll about shells (think it's set to 7 days)
so uh 10 options isn't NEARLY enough like i couldn't put iterm or termite etc.
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Hey so I have had TTY mode turned on for weeks and it isn't fucking doing anything, I try to make a call and it's just a normal call and I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. can anyone tell me wtf is wrong?????? Give me actually step-by-step instructions cus NOTHING I'm finding by searching is helpful at all, most of them don't even have the right instructions on how to TURN ON TTY MODE (you don't do it from the general settings)
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🦂I didn't go to college today because I had a distance in English....Although it's not so important
🦂I learned that in addition to Blitzwing, Astrotrain is also a three-mode. It's a pity that he wasn't in TFA, but since this is another Transformers universe, a headcannon appeared that Astrotrein is Blitzwing's older brother, which means he's an uncle for Victory. He was the first to find out about the birth of his niece when Blitz sent him a photo with a newborn Vi lying on his chest
🦂Ugh, sorry about my sh∆tty headcannons...I just don't know what to write 😭
#Transformers#transformers animated#tf animated#tfa#blitzwing#astrotrain#blitznut#blitznut fankid#lugwing#lugblitz#tfa blitzwing
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Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 25
No chapter until the 6th of november because of a project at work.
Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.
If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.
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Victoria still bought the pillow, in hope that it will solve her sleeping problem. That man could really sell his grandmother for some grapes.
After that she talked about nothing and everything with Sam. How she used to have sleepless nights, how her phD made her a star among her peers, why did he decide to not do any long scholar diploma, was Lucius always this THICC... A little bit of everything.
-For the question, Lucius used to be thin but became a healthy chonky boi after eating too many treats.-
She also bought some colorful wool -named “Hug me tender”- and a couple of crochet. She had found a tutorial about a skull cardigan on YouTube and she decided to do it. Maybe do one for Yuu and a little one for Grim if she had enough courage and her obsession was still on. She was in full arts & craft mode. It often came with her mania and it disappeared when she felt “normal” again. She always had many hobbies when she was in mania that she abandoned when she was in depression. She just hoped she could finish her cardigan in time for Christmas. She was the type of person that thinks that Halloween is all year long and pests when Christmas ads come before Halloween.
She went to her desk, deciding to procrastinate. Crowley never looked at what she did. He didn’t even understand what she did.
She wasn’t in the mood to work. She wanted to crochet and sleep. It was really a particular state of mind, to want to sleep so much and not do it, despite all the efforts in the world. It was… Irritating. She was sleeping the bare minimum for the human body to function, but not enough for the brain to handle the memories of the day. You couldn’t manage to do anything, everything was going too fast since your brain couldn’t handle the information well. Your senses were messed up too, having hallucinations for example.
It was a sh*tty moment to live. Hard days without proper medical help. She could just hope that Crewel’s tonic and the pillow will help her. Speaking of the pillow… She put the pillow on the chair, for her back. It wasn’t meant to be used like this but it would do for the moment.
She began crocheting. From what she understood, she needed to do 116 granny square. It felt good to procrastinate.
She heard a knock on the door. She quickly hidden the yarn. “Yes ?”
Crowley entered, a little timid. “It’s about earlier, Mrs Devi…”
Victoria became annoyed. “What about it ?”
Crowley sweated a little. “Well I wanted to apologize and explain myself, since I couldn’t do it when we clashed.”
[AH!] She spoke like it was evidence. “At the same time, I didn’t want to hear your tiny violin.”
He mimicked as if an arrow struck him in the chest. “Ouch, Mrs Devi can’t you be a little more generous, like me ?”
Victoria blinked for a few seconds. A few very long seconds. “No. I am a French monsieur, I am a pitbull made to grumble.”
Crowley looked at her, jaded. She continued. “Well, Can you explain to me why you want Yuu to attend class so much ?”
Crowley inhaled. “Even if Yuu isn’t from this world, it is important to set an example. It is normal for children to have those phases, but we can’t expect Yuu to miss school at the minor inconvenience.”
The woman blinked. “A… Minor… Inconvenience ? An overblot seems more than a minor inconvenience.”
The man continued. “My point is that, even if for you it seems like a quota, it wouldn’t be possible for a non-mage to enter this school. It really is just a matter of equity. Plus Yuu doesn’t have a guardian to sign his absence note.”
She cried out. “I can just adopt them ! I am old enough to have a child. Like this my mom will stop criticizing my life choices.”
It was the raven's turn to cry out. “How are you going to do that ? You have no paper !”
There was a blank for a few seconds. “Very true… By the way, you wouldn’t know a doctor that accepts to see people without insurance or social security number ?”
Crowley looked at her, interrogative. “I can find that, yes… For when ?”
|I knew he was shady !!]. She answered with all the confidence in the world. “ASAP please, I need to sleep, else I will become more of a handful than I already am.”
Crowley nodded. “Very well… Could you give me your number so I can give you the details when I have your appointment ?”
The woman nodded. “Very well, it’s…”
When she got home, she got a text from Crowley indicating the details of the meeting, in a week from now. [He knows shady people too.] was her only thought. She was going to pay a lot of money for this appointment…
After an hour or so, she opened the windows and began to prepare the wall to be painted again. She decided to go for a more pine tree green than the original olive one. It was more ‘cute’ for her.
Yuu got downstairs at that moment. They were intrigued by her antics. “What are you doing ?”
Victoria smiled. “I am preparing the wall to be painted… Want to help ?”
The Child’s eyes sparkled. “Really ?? What can I do ?”
The woman smiled. “Grab this brush and paint the wall in long vertical then horizontal strokes.”
They grabbed the brush and began to apply her advice. It made her smile fondly. She liked this kind of atmosphere. It reminded her of when at all of her cousins' weddings where she had to animate the painting activities for the children. Such fun times.
She asked. “What did you do today, baby ?”
Without looking away from the wall, Yuu answered. “I read the manuals. There are a lot of things I don’t know here.”
She put her hand on her heart. “Oooh studious like mom- I mean, me ! You need knowledge to adapt to a new environment !”
That night she didn’t sleep much despite the tonic. She was in her bed doing crochet. It is amazing all you can do when you don’t sleep at night. She refused to look at YouTube, she knew better now. Not today blue screen, not today.
She needed to train a lot to do regular stitches. It was hard when you see badly. So doing meticulous tasks had begun to be tedious, uh ? It was going to be a long week…
A voice could be heard. “I love you.”
She knew it deep down. She had auditory hallucinations about her ex.
Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller
#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst lmsyy#twst fanfic#twst yuu#twst victoria#twst crowley
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ChromeOS is pretty funny. I enabled developer mode, and it still tries to convince me to log into my Google account, but now if I press ctrl+alt+F2 I go to a tty with a startup message that says "here's how to change the root password :)" "here's how to fuck with the system daemons :)" "if you're having trouble booting a self-signed kernel, run this command:"
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We call Dill the “Pistach Monster” for her undying love of pistachios
She knows the crack of a pistachio shell and will immediately wake from her slumber and stumble out of the hammock in search for pïstäch
If we give her a different nut, and give one of her sisters a pistachio, she will immediately go War Mode trying to get it
I made this sh*tty meme abt it pls enjoy
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How is the receipt printer API? Does it do images?
I've always wanted to do procgen printing on one of those things
I'm using a Sinocan (Epson) P11-US1 printer.
The receipt printer API is dead simple, actually. I love it. It's just a serial TTY. My script for figuring out which TTY is the printer is this:
for f in /dev/tty*; do id="$(udevadm info -q property --property=ID_VENDOR_ID "$f" | grep "1cbe")" if [[ ! -z "$id" ]]; then devfile="$f" break fi done
You can literally cat >/dev/ttyACM0 (or whatever) and type your shit and it'll print out.
If you want to do fancy stuff you have to send an escape code and then some kind of subcommand. There's a manual for this - https://www.manualslib.com/manual/941230/Sinocan-P11-Usl.html
As far as images - yes! It does raster images, but I haven't spent the time to figure them out. It also does user-defined characters, but I don't know how that works either. And it has a "custom kanji" mode? Besides that, it supports a boatload of character sets:
Definitely check out that programming manual of to get an idea of what's possible, it seems pretty similar to other receipt printers out there. If you decide to get one like mine, look up the programming manual to see what it can do.
Also! I bought my printer off of ebay for about $35, but it didn't come with a power cord, which was another $30 or so. Just keep that in mind if you're buying an older printer like I did.
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[SYSTEM LOGIN]
Username: DarkDelilahDays Password: ********** >> Accessing Profile >>>> LOADING... >>>> LOADING... >>>> ERROR: Glitch detected... ACCESS GRANTED.
[WELCOME TO MY SYSTEM]
Name: Jax Age: 23 Status: throuple [bf+gf] Orientation: pan/ace ID: Creative, Queer, Chaotic
[SYSTEM PREFERENCES]
Likes: anime, rainy days, drawing + painting, living in creativity mode
Dislikes: the cold, people (mostly)
[SAFE ZONE ACTIVE] This is a safe space for LGBTQ+, POC, and Disabled communities. If you’re MAP/minor-attracted, LGBTQ+ phobic, racist, ableist, sexist, anti-stoner, anti-age regression, or just a sh*tty person, DO NOT INTERACT.
[USER FILE] >>> SYSTEM BIOGRAPHY
I’m trans and use art & writing as my main methods of expression. I’ve created this space to be a safe replacement for my old vent page. If you want to find my previous profile, check out @jax-does-life.
I use age regression to cope with anxiety, depression, and general mental health needs. If you need someone to vent to, I’m here. DMs are open (I may be slow, but I’m listening).
[KIN DATABASE]
Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club) – Adaptable, true to self
Chihiro (Danganronpa) – Gentle but strong
Kenma (Haikyuu) – Introverted strategist
Kirishima (BNHA) – Loyal, unbreakable
Eugene (Underworld Office) – Reflective, a bit haunted
Denki (BNHA) – Chaotic, electric energy
Nagisa & Karma (Assassination Classroom) – Compassionate, cunning
Envy (FMAB) – Complex, misunderstood
[VISITOR NOTICE] >>> System Notes
If you’re here to vibe, talk anime, vent, or get lost in some late-night rambling, welcome. This profile is dedicated to healing, honesty, and keeping the shadows at bay.
>>> Log Out? NO. On a more serious note, Starting Fresh:
It feels a little strange to be starting over. I still Have access to my other account if I really want, but its just… a dead account ya know? I haven't posted on it since 2022, I don't roleplay anymore because of the death of a friend, so the side profile is dead; a friend made me that account in 2015, nearly a decade ago. I'm emotionally attached to that account, but I think it's time to start fresh. I have changed as a person, I have changed as a poster, my online presence isn't like it once was. Most of the accounts I loved on my other page are also dead and gone, with hundreds of accounts with only maybe a handful active. There's just so much junk and trash on that account.
I haven't been on here in a long time… and frankly, Tumblr drags up some pretty shitty memories, but the app, Vent Express yourself, is being shut off on Monday, so I'm moving back here. Other socials don't allow me to vent and talk about the negative the way I want to, the way Tumblr and Vent allow me to. That and I prefer smaller communities over larger ones, and tumble is, well, let's face it, not many people's first choice in social media.
Im not sure how much I'll actually post on this account or how often I'll repost things, but hey, I'm back. I think I'm gonna use it as more of a blog that I write on and less of a blog I repost to. I kinda plan to post the same kinds of things I would on vent. Having said that if you're interested I also have an account to talk about my gorgeous beautiful stunning partners @writteninembers and will make more in the future probably
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Yeah,
I made that more than crystal clear to E and R on different occasions and, at the end, to D and K. I also made it clear to members of staff along the way and to friends, old and new. I did that over and over precisely because I couldn't work out what the channels of communication were and I was just desperately trying to push the right button. "I don't want this. I'm worried that this is part of a bizarre career plan that R and B have made for me. If it were I wouldn't be interested. I don't know why these creepy evening interviews, contrived, combative punishment committees and ritual humiliations are happening over and over to me when I'm already struggling. I can't imagine anyone wanting to join the Brotherhood. I like research. I could be happy at home. I want to get away. This is a mental health issue. I've contemplated suicide. I'm perpetually exhausted and wrung out from the stress of it."
And always the smug smile and the batting the point away like I don't know my own mind, my own feelings, my own self. Like they're happy to treat me like an object, assume they know better than me about myself. "You'd be bored..." was the most common and absolutely insane refrain (how's that working out for you, then, as a life theory?) but there were so many formulae. Like a mantra, like brainwashing.
And, I don't know what more to say if neither I nor you can be heard.
I catch the jokes about "I don't want to be President" but if you're not GG then please either disengage from it all or at least, accept that this isn't a joke for me. Whatever it is or was, it's a lost life.
As for "President", you and I both know well enough that high status status jobs actually only seem great from the outside because of the words "high status" but they're almost certainly not that much fun and if you really don't like the community or the activity that comes with the job it's bound to be a pretty sh*tty experience, really. I don't like sitting still, or listening to certain modes of speech and I really, really hate role play.* It was not a senior community I aspired to be a part of. Let's just leave it there.
One other thing, a couple of decades of being nudged, supervised, humiliated, upbraided and overtly controlled by dozens of influential people with apparent dodgy back-channels to one another (*whisper*, *wink, *nod*) is extremely radicalising. I can try to explain and go through thought experiments but I don't know what would make it click. But here's the thing. Being radicalised like this leaves you disconnected and in a state of being on-the-outside-looking-in. In other words, it leaves you without any real investment in the community or society in question and lacking the intuitive or subliminal perspective that allows individuals to sort the sheep from the goats (Senior vs Junior, Us vs Them, Make an impression vs Hang out casually, Be polite vs Silly banter, Intimidating vs Intimidated, Celebrities vs Nonentities, Kings vs Hobos, U vs Non-U, Team to Win vs Team to Beat). We associate "radicalisation" with violence but I don't think that's a necessary consequence (channelling anger into violence is probably a component of the "reorientation" and "rebuilding" that cults do on the back of a prior radical dislocation). What is inevitable, tho', is a process of distillation, arriving at the bare essentials without the schemas, conventions and norms. And, for me the one bare essential is finding (or recovering) a bit more friendship-companionship-and-warmth—free from gaslighting—before I die. Alpha and Omega.
*Outside party games (which I enjoy),—ie, at work, when the stakes are high, when honesty is at a premium, when we are supposed to be the grown ups, when people who come to justice neither consent to the "play" nor will be allowed any latitude for dissimulation themselves. I understand that form, pomp, pretense, ritual and retreat into the trappings of a role are replicated all over the world and are probably necessary to protect the "process" but it often feels like bad faith and I strongly dislike it.
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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1994 I had a very interesting and very different idea earlier, but I’m not saying that I’ll do this for sure. The idea was to take each journal and break them down into chapters. Just like in a regular book. Also, at the back of each journal, I’d have a list of what topics are in each chapter. Either something like that or I can take the last few pages and write what I wrote about in general throughout the whole book. There’s a pro and a con to this. The con is that it takes the surprise and wonder out of the reader. The pro is that if I’m searching through a few journals that I believe a certain event’s written about, I’ll get a better idea of where it is this way.
My stomach is bugging me again, so I’m drinking lots of cranberry juice.
Earlier I typed my parents a letter. I also typed and sent Tammy a message. Tom says that soon they will be having a chat mode where people can type back and forth to one another, just like the deaf do with TTYs.
I still wish I could get a hysterectomy. Tom and I know that the bottom line is that I’ll never have a kid, so why should I have to deal with periods till I’m 50-60? It’s not very fair. Well, I think I’ll go listen to music.
Later…
I thought I’d write a little more on the so-called baby discussion Tom and I had the other day. I’m finding that being able to suppress certain desires like Tom can isn’t as easy as I thought. Like he said, why should it be a big deal? Yes, the greater part of me still doesn’t want one, but it’s scary to accept the fact that I’ve been wanting one just a little more than I’d bargained for. Was Tom right when he said the responsibility would be good for me? Was he right when he said he thought I’d be a good mom?
I’ll either talk to him or read this to him, but I’m still confused. Sometimes I feel like he wants one someday and other times I don’t think he ever does.
Now, here’s my biggest fear. What if in the next few years I really start wanting one badly? I didn’t want a relationship till I met Tom. There are several things I never thought I’d want or could or would do. Should I tell Tom that if this should happen to talk me out of it? Remind me how bad it would be for me? For us?
He said the other day that in 5 years he’d be so settled with me, he’d never even think of it. What’s being settled with me have to do with having a kid, and it’s going to take him 5 years?
He also said he intended to be very busy as he is now, but wasn’t it he who said life doesn’t have to end cuz you have a kid?
Like I said, I try to tell myself I’m meant to be a singer, don’t want to be like my mom and all the other shit I’d have to go through, I’m sterile, it’s no big deal. The urges won’t worsen, I’m not going to have one, as for the most part, I do know the future even though I’m only 28.
Later…
Well, I’ll have to ask Tom when he thinks $22.80 will be in the budget. My latest thing is address labels, but after I get the 3 styles I want to get, I’ll stop. $22.80 isn’t bad, though, for 750 very fancy labels and they’ll last for eons. I also have an order coming anytime now with clear ones with musical notes.
See, it does come and go. Right now the thought of having a kid makes me puke. I’ve been up all night, therefore, if I had one, I’d have to get up in a couple of hours and be up all day and night. It’s also great not having to worry about it screaming its head off when me and Tom are doing it. I’d just ignore it, although I’m sure that’d spoil our appetites.
I’ve got another fucking headache, now. So, time to go pop an Ibuprofen.
Later…
Thank God for Ibuprofen. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be writing now. Or listening to music as I just did. Before that, though, I made a hamburger and did the dishes.
Tom will be getting up in half an hour if he isn’t up already. I heard him coughing just a second ago.
I shouldn’t have sent Bob so many stamped envelopes, but I had no idea he’d end up in jail. No one did. I think there are only 4 he never used, so that’s okay. Maybe April or someone will bring them to jail. Tom says that in time, Bob can get and send letters. He’ll have so much time on his hands that maybe he’ll write tons of letters. How he’ll afford stamps and what will become of his SS check, I don’t know.
He also may very well not have too much time on his hands. I think prison is a lot like Valleyhead was. They slave you doing this and that non-stop all day.
I wonder about April and the new 2-bedroom apartment they were supposed to share.
Tom’s up so I’ll continue from where I left off later.
Later…
Tom’s now working on sandwich #2.
I played him the tape of the pig squeaking.
I’m glad I don’t feel too tired. Hopefully, I can hold out longer. Long enough to go out and get some sun and color.
Yesterday I left Andy a message about Bob. He was as pissed as I am.
Well, I know Bob mentioned he was recently approved for Section 8 subsidy. I wonder if this means that if April stays there, she’ll have to pay full rent? I wonder if she could even afford to pay full rent. Most people find it awfully hard to pay for a 2-bedroom apartment at market rent, so I doubt she’ll stay there. That was, after all, their intention. To share the rent and bills.
I wonder who will go through his stuff? And what will they do with it? Where will it go? I can just imagine some character like my mom finding and playing all those tapes I sent. Although, unless Bob tells them, or whoever, what they are, no one will ever know. I used tapes of various artists and I never labeled them. This is cuz I wanted him to be surprised and not know what was on each tape till he played it through.
No shit! Only 43º now? I thought it was to hit between 76º - 78º today. We’ll just have to wait and see.
They just said on the radio that a thing called the Brady Bill is now in effect. This bill requires a 5-day wait for a background check on those buying guns. I thought this law had already existed for years. Guess it varies in different states.
Later…
I’m beginning to feel a bit sleepy now, but I’m sure I’ll soon get a second wind as I did yesterday.
I read Tom parts of this book earlier. He’s soon to be done with his shower and off to work.
I gotta go put my mail out.
Later…
Thank God we don’t live on the corner of the opposite side of the street about 5 houses down. There were 10-15 kids waiting for the school bus. They get dropped off on our corner, but they quickly scurry off to their houses. To be picked up, they stand around a while before the bus arrives and make lots of noise till the bus comes.
Later…
Tom just left for work.
I wonder if his address labels will arrive today. I think I mentioned it. I ordered him some as a surprise.
Now, I think I’ll go take my next journal and # the pages. Of course, I do it from the back of the book to the front of it. This way I always know how many pages I have left, regardless of where I am in the book.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1994 Watch out! I have pages and pages of some pretty wild news. Which one shall I start with? The baby or Bob? No, I’m not pregnant. It’s just that some of the time, although very seldom, I find myself wanting one. Tom got me to see that it’s okay to want something at the same time you don’t want it. I want to be with Tom and I want to be a singer more than anything else. He also got me to see that it’s okay to want something I can’t and won’t have. Yeah, I know this and I’ve walked this road many many times before. It sure does get frustrating, though. I guess I sometimes feel this way cuz my singing hasn’t happened yet and I have a lot of free time on my hands. A good 80% of it I spend well occupied, but the other 20% I get bored and this is when these feelings I don’t like tend to creep up on me. Yes, I know it’s not wrong, but it can be a bitch. When this does happen I try to remind myself of my real purpose and destiny in this life. I look at the reality of if I had a kid. That’s a huge list. I am sterile, but if I weren’t, I just couldn’t take it physically and mentally and while we’re not poor, we’re not rich, either. There are many negatives to look at in each of the 3 groups (physical, mental and financial), so that is what I remind myself of when these feelings come on and then I ask myself if I really want to deal with it and live like that. No!
I was at first afraid to talk to Tom as I didn’t want to scare him or turn him off, but he was glad I talked about it and faced it and he was very understanding. I love him for this.
It’d sure be nice to be like he is with the subject of kids; he can live either with or without a child.
Shortly, I’ll be back with news #2 of the day.
Later…
I got a message from Minnie, Bob’s friend, who said it was a very important message she had for me about Bob and to please call her. I figured he was in the hospital with a minor stroke, a nervous breakdown, a suicide attempt, or a bad flu. Well, I tried to call her back at the Northfield number she left me, but I got no answer. Therefore, I took a shot at calling Kim who I figured wouldn’t be home, but she was. She told me that Minnie called her to get my number. She’s seen parts of my letters and could see how much I love Bob. He’s like a grandfather to me.
So, Kim asked her why she wanted my number and then she started explaining.
Bob’s in jail! We can’t fucking believe it! She’s not sure where he is but thinks he’s in Walpole. Kim’s going to check into things and see what she can find out, but from what she hears, he can’t get or send letters. She and I talked about it and so did me and Tom. Now, I can see him having a house full of all kinds of people. Some of them minors that get ahold of booze. Then, I can see him unable to control them, cuz he doesn’t know how to put his foot down. He’s just very non-aggressive and would rather look the other way, whereas I would speak up about it and try to do something about getting the booze away from the kid. This guy, though, doesn’t want to argue or have to reason with anyone. I can also see him being dumb enough to let a minor or someone with no license drive his car as he can’t see too well. But the rape charge? Give me a break! Tom and I think it is possible, though, that maybe a 15-year-old who could’ve looked 18 and said she was 18 hit on Bob and he went for it. What I can’t see, is him knowingly messing with a minor. It just isn’t his style. While you never do know, I doubt very much he did this. Especially by force. The guy’s just too damn weak. A little kid could fight their way away from him. I’ve known him for years and he’s a lot like Nervous. He may drive you crazy with his mouth and express his feelings towards you, but never force anything on you. I can’t see it any more than I can see Tom robbing a bank, highjacking a plane, or raping anyone.
Kim said the newspaper fucked up on a lot of things. Yeah, I can buy that one. They did the same thing to me. She’s going to be sending me an article anyway, and cuz I’ve known him for years, I’ll know the truth from the bullshit.
She also says that Minnie says he got 10-14 years!
You gotta be kidding! And just when his life was beginning to look up for a change. He got a nice new apartment with that girl April and really wanted to get out here. He should’ve split, but he, Kim, and I thought there’d be no reason for him to have to. We figured it was a simple misunderstanding that would be taken care of and cleared up. Even he said he didn’t want to split cuz that’d make him look guilty and they’d follow his SS checks.
Kim, being an EMT, had a call in Sunderland once. A typical male got fed up with the wife and kids, so what did he do? Killed them and burned them and she had to testify in court. Well, she’s afraid of running into this guy at Walpole. They have some serious offenders there.
Another thing about it is, is that he told me that this girl claimed she never called or wrote to him, but his lawyer has got letters and phone bills as proof. Plus, this girl wrote and called before, during and after this incident from out of state.
I think it’s just another case of our beautiful justice system walking all over a naïve, desperate, defenseless old guy for the boost of their ego and power. Typical courts - get the women, children, disabled, minorities and the elderly, but let the abled white man walk. Put the drug dealer away for life, but let the murderer walk.
Well, she’s going to keep me posted as she finds things out. She said she just mailed me off another letter. Yeah, Book of Letters #7 is certainly going to be slow in the making. I’ll miss his letters. I also feel that I’ll never see him again. I feel as if he died. He probably feels the same and that he’ll die in there. He won’t have to commit suicide, he’ll either be killed or curl up and die of depression or a heart attack. This may be sick to say, but if he has to be there for years, maybe he would be better off dead. I only hope that if he does go, he goes quickly and painlessly. Maybe he really was born cursed. Way more so than I ever was. Makes me wonder what will happen to all his stuff, too. Where will all the tapes and letters I’ve sent him go?
It’s almost too scary to think about how it could’ve been me going away for a while. Neither I nor anyone else ever thought I’d go to jail, but I see now, that that’s where I could’ve easily gone. I am a woman with no connections in that area.
Later…
Late last night I did program 2 on one of my workout videos. I could do the whole thing. There were exercises I’d never seen before but they’re cool.
A few minutes ago I taped my pig squeaking and played it back. He looked thoroughly confused when he heard himself.
Also, I fell asleep around 11:00, and Tom said he could hear them playing ball next door from 1:00 - 6:00. I slept beautifully! Thank fucking God for this fan. If it were just the radio I had on, I’d have been woken up for sure.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1994 Well, I’ve certainly never been so into the Olympics before. You kind of get into it after a scandal breaks out. Anyway, Tonya Harding was supposedly involved in sending a hitman to hit Nancy Kerrigan’s leg. He did, but she recovered. They’re the only two representing the US. I figured it’d be fixed for Tonya to lose and for Nancy to win the gold. Well, Tonya did lose, but Nancy only won the silver. Some 16-year-old world defending champion from Ukraine won the gold, but man was she good!
Well, I do want to write and I am in the mood to, but I have nothing left to say. Not too much has been happening. I’m quite bored now, actually. I’m not in the mood to type any letters, so I think I’ll do some editing finally and once and for all. Oh, gotta do the dishes first. Well, I don’t gotta do them, but I’d like very much to do them.
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1994 Wednesday morning sure was pretty strange for me. I couldn't fall asleep until nearly 7 AM. I awoke at 10:30 and puked for the first time since the night I got here. Luckily I only puked once. Why, who knows? Tom thinks the turkey I ate was bad. I've been fine ever since, so at least I have no flues or colds of any kind.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1994 I did part of the workout video. I do enjoy and feel better working out, but must it be so painful?! Another classic example of “no pain, no gain.”
Now I’ll go watch The Guardian video.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1994 I watched the movie I taped and typed a letter to Kim. Soon, I’m going to type one for Bob and then maybe cut some more split ends off. I take a few strands and snip any split ends with scissors. Man, do I have lots of them!
Later…
Just wanted to update quickly on some not-so-cool news, before I hit the sack. Well, remember I said Andy was to transfer to 2nd shift? Forget about that. They just hired tons of people for that shift. We’re both bummed.
I worked out and I can already see the results. It feels so good. I also typed Bob a letter.
Later…
Got up today at 3:30. Yes, I was very lazy. Got a letter from Bob. I typed letters to him, Kim, Fran and my parents.
I’m ordering yet another kind of address label that was only $4. They’re clear with musical notes.
Also, got a 35¢ fudge bar today when the ice cream truck came. It was pretty cool to be able to walk right out my front door and get it.
Well, that’s all for now.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1994 I just finished watching the movie I taped and it was OK.
Earlier I retyped a note of understanding in Journal #4’s front cover. It’s an explanation of the copying of those old little journals, journal charts, etc. As for highlighting – all is fine with that for now. I think one of these days real soon, I’ll type up a long journal chart and put it up on the wall by the bookcase my journals sit on. All but 3 of them fit on the 2 shelves I use. On the very top shelf that has no sides sits my alarm clock/radio, my 2 cups of pens, markers, pencils, and a bottle of musk perfume. Sometime soon, I’ll also make up several other neat charts. Like how many days each one goes from, how many entry dates are in each one, and whatever else I can come up with. For now, though, I am going to listen to music and just close my eyes and relax, till I once again return to write.
Later…
Just got done listening to music, eating, and trimming my bangs. Did a good job, too. I just didn’t have the patience to wait till I go back to that guy Richard or to whomever. Tom was even going to give it a try, but I got so fed up with my hair in my eyes. As for the rest of it, my split ends are a nightmare. I really need to trim a good 4-6 inches, but I don’t know what I’m going to do with it yet.
Hopefully sometime this week Andy will get the address labels I got him for his b-day. Tom’s too.
Speaking of Tom, he just got up to go to the bathroom.
Later…
Tom just went right back to bed. That’s where I’ll be going myself, real soon.
I smoked one less ciggie today, and I’m going to try and minus another one tomorrow.
Boy, the cat on the next page sure does look a bit like Sasha. She had longer fur, though. I wonder if Nerv still has her? There were cats almost like Shadow in here, too. I’ll always wonder what became of Shadow and hope he’s safe and happy, but to tell you the shocking truth, I don’t really miss him anymore. He was just too obnoxious. If I had to have a cat, I’d take the beast before I ever took Shadow back. He was the perfect cat who behaved so well. I love having the pig in a cage he can’t get out of, cuz I don’t have to worry about him getting into my shit and clawing at my bedroom door while I’m asleep. Tom and I still have to cut his nails.
Later…
Last night I could not fall asleep till close to 6:00 in the morning. I awoke at 11:30 to take my meds. Then at 1:30 I finally got up and stayed up. Tom’s been up since 8:00.
I forgot that there’s no mail today. It’s President’s Day.
Tom’s calling his sister right now. He may have to go over later. He said something about leaving a disk over there.
Now, I’m going to go outside to enjoy the remainder of the sun.
Later…
Well, forget about going outside. It’s still nice, but it’s kind of cool and chilly.
I think I’ll soon check out the TV guide and see what’s going to be on.
I just had some tater tots that Tom fried up.
Andy bought a CD player today and any time he’ll be coming over to get his Fleetwood Mac CD. I’m going to go listen to music now, cuz Tom can hear the door if Andy comes.
Later…
I listened to some music earlier and soon I will go listen more.
Andy came and got his CD and showed me his new CD player. It also has dual cassette with high-speed dubbing. Now he can dub his own tapes and play CDs for only $80. When I want to high-speed dub something, I use Tom’s stereo, cuz I can’t edit with a high-speed dubbing system.
Tom and I had some fun. He’s doing his laundry now, then he’ll probably crash. He has to work the next 4 days.
I’m taping a movie now, then I intend to do my workout video. I’ll also type letters, too.
Later…
Oops! Time to print a retraction. Tom just read my last two entries and according to him, he doesn’t have to work Friday. He’s now playing a blackjack game on the computer.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1994 Andy was over for a couple of hours. We had a lot of fun. I taped some tapes for him. Dubbed them, I mean. We played cards and listened to some tapes. We listened to a convo between Fran, him, and me talking to the crisis center, among other things.
Tom worked on assembling his sister’s new computer all night. Before Andy came over, though, we had some fun.
I taped 6 hours of TV, so, I’m going to go watch some.
Later…
I’m watching a really good prison flick right now. Tom likes them too, as I and Andy do. So far, there have been no really hot women in this one. As typical as the TV guide does, it was wrong by saying earlier there was a women’s prison flick on a different channel. I’ve also got other stuff taped. Two episodes of Cops, two Tales of the Crypt, and America’s Most Wanted.
Later…
Commercial time again.
Still no call about Bob’s nude picture I had Kim send Fran. He must not suspect me at all. He never mentioned or asked me about it.
What?! Lindsay Wagner isn’t in this movie. That’s what they said, though.
Well, this movie oughta be over soon. It’s quite good, too. After, I’ll probably listen to music, then try to go to bed. Commercial’s over.
Later…
Got up at 11 AM today. I must’ve been having a hell of a dream, cuz I thought there’d been a huge crash, but Tom heard nothing. Also, I did have my fan on. I never could fall asleep last night till between 4:00 - 4:30.
Tom took off for his sister’s at noon.
I called my parents. I briefly spoke to Ma who has a cold still, but I had a longer, very nice chat with Dad. Larry, Andy and their two kids Larry and Jennifer are there. When I hung up with Dad, I called Tammy. She didn’t know they were there and she sounded quite shocked. Maybe angry, too. Almost as if to say, “Hey! That’s not fair!”
She sent me yet another message today, which was cool and I copied it in #57.
When Tom came home, we did laundry, made hamburgers, had fun and watched that prison movie I taped last night. He did a little computer work and went to bed at 7:30.
Before I began writing this entry, I typed a letter to my parents. I’ll be having a few letters to mail out tomorrow. Hope I get a letter tomorrow, too. Bob’s got 5 stamped envelopes to start putting to use.
I’m taping a movie right now. Right now I’m also going to have a cigarette.
Later…
I suppose there’s more “journal work” I could do later. I don’t believe I highlighted all the entries. Those that had pretty much the same color ink written all the way through them. Part of me wishes I could recopy some with pages missing that were old phone numbers, drawings, etc. Like 10 & 11 for example. I also regret “over-gluing�� certain books, like with numbers 45 and 49. So many pages of them now are so crinkly and the book’s too full. They won’t even shut all the way.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1994 I just set the VCR to record Linda and Gloria, just in case I do end up falling asleep.
Yet another Thursday and Friday night have passed and what luck I’ve been having with the people across the street. That van disappeared and the music stopped all at once. I only hope my luck doesn’t run out.
I wonder if my brother will ever show up again. Part of me says yes and part of me says no but it’s up to him. My parents have mentioned possibly coming here in the summer, but summer to me could be from late May to early September. Especially out here. I assume they either mean June, July or August. I’ll have to see. If my brother, parents, sister or whoever comes, I hope Tom can handle it. I think he’s past his problem with out-of-state company now. Plus, we had a long discussion and I told him that although it’ll be very seldom that I do get out of state company, I’m not going to go through problems with him every time someone comes out. The next time will tell, but I think he’s learned to deal with it.
You know, I have read all these brief little notes and reminders I’ve written and so far not one of them makes one bit of sense to me.
Well, I gotta go lay down. I’m very tired, but I don’t know if I can sleep yet. If not, I’ll write more later.
Later…
I just did part of a 20-minute workout video and later I’ll do the other half.
Tom went to a computer store with his sister Mary who’s got a computer that Tom’s now putting together.
Tom said she really liked my big cactus on the living room wall in front of the door.
I was lying in bed, being very lazy till almost two hours ago.
An hour ago I showed Tom the tape of Linda and Gloria. They were the first two on. They each spoke for two seconds and sang one song.
Here’s my review: Linda has never looked so horrible in all her life. She’s gained a ton of weight and her hair is pitiful. It’s cut up above her ear. She brilliantly sang Por Un Amor, but as usual, she stood still. Never moved around. I think Linda’s a way better singer, but Gloria’s a better performer. Gloria moves around with lots of spunk and energy.
Linda’s got two albums out I have to get. One’s in Spanish and the other is in English.
Gloria sang Coming Out of the Dark and she looked hot. It was before she cut her hair and it was darker like her natural color. Not that reddish color she seems to have a lot.
After this, I took a bath, brushed my teeth, put lotion all over me, worked out, and now who knows what I’ll do next? I think I may listen to music and sing. I forgot to check for messages, so I will now.
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1994 When Tom came home we talked for an hour or so and ate some ice cream. Then, he went to bed.
We had a very short wind/rainstorm, so, Tom said he’ll put my mail out tomorrow on his way to work. I have letters to my parents, Fran, Bob and Kim. Also, two NPNs. One has a lost cat ad in it, but I totally forgot what I put in the other one.
My period is just beginning to taper off, but like I said, by the end of this month I’ll be PMSing for my next one which isn’t due till the 13th. Boy, do I want a hysterectomy! If it were painless with petty side effects, I’d love one.
I tried calling Nervous and he gave me the same old, “I’m busy” shit as the last time. This guy is a day person, yet he’s busy at 1:00 in the morning? That was his time, too. You know, each month I feel less and less into talking to the guy and writing him, which I seldom do much of either these days. I have enough of him on tape and to be frank, it’s just not like it used to be. Back in Springfield (especially Oswego St.), it was different. While he’ll always be a desperado, he’s over the hardcore obsession with me and I’m long-distance now. That’s why it’s not the same for me. There’s no fun in playing with him anymore, cuz you can’t get the old reactions from him that were funny and entertaining. It’s not the same for him either cuz I’m 3,000 miles away and he no longer lives alone. I can’t see this girl there for more than a handful of months, but I’m still 3,000 miles away. The only way it would be like the old times would be if I still lived there, didn’t know Andy, and he was alone and perhaps jobless like he was when we first met. I wish that he was somehow forced to live out here. Then, you bet your ass I’d be having lots of fun with him when I wasn’t spending the quality time I love to spend with Tom. In the future, I won’t waste money calling him, but if I were on the line and Fran called - fine.
Later…
I just copied in a message from Tammy. Typed a combination strange/fuck-you letter to Nervous. Hey, I got bored. I also did one of my workout videos and watched some TV.
Tom will be home soon and he has the weekend off.
Later, I’ll probably do some editing. I have about 6 more tapes, then there’ll be nothing more to edit. Not from Nervous anyway.
A Current Affair is about to be going on, so I think I’ll go watch it and I’ll write later.
Later…
I’m in one of those very lazy moods. There are things I could be doing, but I don’t feel like doing any of these things. At least not right now. I need to eat, then I’ll have more energy.
Tom’s not here yet, as I did ask if he could pick up some cigarettes. I kind of want to go out to dinner tonight, but it’s Friday night. All the restaurants will be zoos. With 10 million screaming kids.
Later I may read back through some of my earlier journals, like 1988 and 1989.
What I really want to do is to go swimming and get laid, but I’m sure Tom will be too tired. The poor guy has to get up at 6 AM. I doubt he’d even want to go out to dinner.
Here he is now.
Later…
I was just holding the pig, and man oh man is that thing ever all lovey-dovey and desperate for attention tonight! Every time I put him back in his cage and walk away he squeaks like hell.
When Tom got home he took me to get a take-out order from KFC, and he crashed when we came back.
I watched some of the Winter Olympic games that are going on now in Lillehammer, Norway. The only things I like are ice skating and gymnastics, but gymnastics is in the Summer Olympics.
I can’t wait to see Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan and how the crowd reacts toward them. They’re in the middle of this huge scandal now. Those two are the only ones representing the US and supposedly Tonya’s involved in setting up and masterminding an attack on Nancy’s knee to try to disable her from the Olympics.
At 1:30 there’ll be a half-hour show with guess who? Both Gloria and Linda. What luck, huh?
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1994 Well, Tom came running home, grabbed me and hugged the holy hell out of me. He said he was worried all day about “this old man” being sick so long and therefore he feared losing me.
Never. It’s not his fault he had a cold and I’ve been much sicker for much longer. If anyone understands what he’s going through, it’s me.
We had a nice talk about several different things.
After he went to bed, Andy called and gave me two pieces of great news. He went to that guy’s house and was impressed with his studio. He’s going to start with 3 songs, all for only $100 apiece. That sure beats $400 - $500 a song. This surely is promising.
In a few weeks, he’s going to switch to 2nd shift at Denny’s. He misses the nightlife and us being able to be together more. I’ve been dying for him to be a night person.
Later…
Just finished typing my parents a 2-page letter. Also, played with my pig.
Later yesterday afternoon, my period hit full force. With my luck, though, I’ll have PMS for the next period by the end of this month.
Later…
Boy, do I feel shitty now! I’ve got that out-of-breath feeling and I’m so tight. My chest feels as if it’s got a ton of bricks on top of it.
I laid out for a bit today. Like yesterday, the sun was going in and out. It was very warm, though, that was for sure. I typed some letters, sang, watched TV, and did some word-find puzzles.
My stomach’s been bugging me too, and I’m so hot. I just turned my portable heater off.
Remember I said I made a half-shirt? Well, I put black lace straps on it and now it looks really nice and doesn’t keep slipping down on me.
I think I’ll just lie down till 6:00. At 6:00 there are going to be shows on that I’m going to tape.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1994 I watched a movie I taped on Cinemax, typed a letter to Fran and shortly I’ll be off to bed.
I really like my next two journals, but I sure hope I can find more like this one. Numbers 50, 55, and 59 have some of the ugliest covers. It’s the big colorful pages with fat lines that I love. I’m more and more into hardcovers these days. They pull out off the shelves easier, whereas two cloth ones side by side stick and you pull out more than one at a time. Also, if I were to drop a drop of coffee or something on a cloth cover, it’d be harder to wipe off.
On and off all night I’ve felt as if my period began, but no sign of it. I’ll probably wake up with it tomorrow. That’s how it usually works.
Well, one more smoke, then bedtime.
Later…
Well, I am outside now and it is a beautiful day. I mean beautiful! They say it’s 80º today. It’s perfect with a slight breeze and fairly cloudy too. This way the sun’s not blinding me and these pages aren’t glaring.
I’m still not sure if I have my period, but I feel like I do. Once again, I’m spotting. Today’s spot, though, was a little bigger than yesterday’s spot and the spot the day before yesterday’s. It was about the size of two quarters.
Later…
I didn’t lay out for as long as I should’ve. It’s just that it’s sooo boring!
I kind of got my period. It’s a case of way more cramps for the period or the period that doesn’t fit the cramps. It’s a very half-assed one, but I hope next month is different. I had to take 2 Ibuprofen instead of 1 and I began bloating and pre-cramping a whole fucking 2 weeks ago. Tammy says this happens to her, too, sometimes, but she never skips.
At least I know, as it’s only logical, that I’m sterile. Aside from my gut feeling and woman’s intuition, the research makes it logical. Tom read how DES girls have extra tissue that looks like lacerations, inflamed services, and painful intercourse. I have all that, therefore, it’s only logical that I also have a sure case of sterility. How do I feel about this? Sometimes sad, but grateful for the most part, as I could never handle a kid. I can’t be a constant, everyday day person, be woken up a million times, deal with the pain and damage it would do to my body, give up my peace and freedom, and I certainly have no patience or tolerance and would only be another Dureen. Tom says he doesn’t believe it’d be a financial struggle or come between us. I strongly disagree.
Speaking of good old Dureen, well, she has another bad cold. Oh well, at least Dad’s okay.
Tom will be home any minute. Another thing I have mixed emotions about. We both mutually love each other very much and want to always be together, but I sometimes wonder if he knows just how much I really really do love him. It’s not that I feel I’m not good enough for him, but I don’t want to say the wrong thing and have him feel hurt or disappointed. Or find out today that I said something two months ago that hurt him, but I didn’t think it did.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1994 Today I got up at 10:30. I spoke to Andy as it’s his 32nd birthday today.
Most recording studios charge between $40 - $60 bucks an hour, but Andy’s going to go check out this guy who works out of his house and charges $12 an hour. He only charges $12 cuz he wants to buy lots of expensive equipment and he figures he’ll get more business this way. Could be promising. I called Tammy and told her about it.
Tom got home an hour or so after I got up and we went grocery shopping. When we came home we fired up the spa and went in. It was a little cool but nice. I missed it. It was a beautiful day today.
I also received a Valentine’s card from Mom and Dad. She signed it and said: Hi to Tom, too! She had the I love you stamps in sign language on the envelope.
Later…
My period’s up to new and different tricks every month. For a long time now, I’m always either right on schedule or a day or two early. I was due today, yet all I had was one tiny spot. The thing that’s even weirder is that for the last two weeks, I’ve been feeling as if I were to get it any second. I was bloated and pre-cramping, but now I’m skinnier than I have been in weeks. Tom noticed this, too. The last week especially, I’m sitting there and all of a sudden I feel I’ve got it, but I don’t. Well, when Tom told me women commonly skip periods, and I also read this, I said, “Hey! That’s not fair. What about me?” So, I prayed and begged God to let me skip one. It either worked, or I’m just going to be late.
I skipped for nearly 3 years, but that was due to the Navane and look how fat it had gotten me. My periods have been pretty consistent since 1985.
Tom went to bed a couple of hours ago. He still feels sort of lousy with a horrible cough.
I spoke to Andy and Fran. Andy and I also tried to call Nervous. He amazingly answered but claimed to be soooo busy. I asked if he was getting laid. No, he said, so who knows what the hell he’s up to. Maybe he had to bring Crystal down from a trip or bail her out of jail.
Oh! I forgot to mention what Bob enclosed in one of his letters. The flowers on the left upper and right lower corners of the outside front cover of this book. I love them. You rub them on with a stick. I hope he sends more. They look so much like a part of this book and I’d like to put them on other journal covers.
Later…
I’m going to do something I should’ve done at the very beginning of this book. The previous book (#57) is Book of Letters #7. Well, I wrote up one page, before I knew it was to be Book of Letters #7. Luckily it is only one page. On February 4th, Friday at 3:30 PM, I wrote: I just finished the last 16 pages or so in my previous journal drawing flower outlines. Eventually, I’ll go back and colorize them.
Also copied from #57 - 5:31 PM, I wrote: I am recording a movie right now and waiting as patiently as I can for Tom to get home. I want to have some fun! I have a very sexy negligee on now. Not that it’s what I need to get fun, but I like to wear stuff like this every now and then. I sewed 4 negligees. Mainly on the straps. I’ve got 3 old tank tops. Tomorrow I think I’ll cut and hem those into half-shirts. I sure do have lots of nice clothes. I should wear them more often, even if I’m not going anywhere.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1994 A lot has happened since I last wrote.
A couple of days ago I got two letters from Bob, one from Kim with a letter enclosed she got from Bob and a postcard from Alex who moved to Illinois.
Last Saturday Tom and I went to the swap mart. It was OK, but I only got some perfumed lotion.
Yesterday started off to be a good day, but it quickly got shitty. Tom and I went to Fiesta Mall in Mesa. I got two journals and now I have a grand total of 60. After the mall, we got pretty pissed at each other, argued all day, and said mean things to each other. When we got home, we talked it out and looked at it as a learning experience, rather than a setback. We each talked about the stuff we need to work on. I’m sometimes too defensive and I interrupt a lot, and he denies things we both said or isn’t clear enough when he expresses his thoughts. We’re so much alike and so much different at the same time, but I think we’re more different than alike.
We typed each other Valentine’s letters after. How sweet, huh?
We worked this dispute out a lot faster than the one about Larry and way faster than the one with Kim. The thing that’s different for the better about us is that we seldom get mad at each other. Also, when we do get mad we stick together and stick it out. We don’t want to leave or call it quits.
Also on last Saturday, well, it was one of those fun kinds of frustrating days. We went to a fabric store and got two 14” pillow cushions and two really pretty fabric patterns. I had no problem sewing them, and I made a nice halter top too. When I tried to make a skirt and a dress, well, that was a whole different nightmare. The dress would’ve fit a 3-year-old.
Remember my songs My Time Has Come and Carry Me Away? Well, Tom wants me to record them so he can do arrangements on them. I took out my guitar to do a practice run through them and I couldn’t sing them. I asked myself why it was so hard when I didn’t have an eighth of the voice back then that I have today. Then it hit me and I was like - duh! I was a soprano then and now I’m a contralto. We transposed My Time Has Come down by my putting the capo on the 6th fret.
I did some singing today while Tom was at work, laid out, and watched TV. I also typed 6 letters to Mom and Dad, Kim, Bob, Alex, Fran and Nervous. Gotta go now, but I’ll write more about other shit later!
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1994 I couldn’t fall asleep till 11:00 last night. Maybe closer to midnight, but I set my alarm for 8:00 and amazingly I got up. I was really tired at first. Tom’s been up since 1:00. I taught him the alphabet and chapter 1 in the book The Joy of Signing. It was fun and he learns so fast.
Hopefully, in a couple of hours, it’ll be warm enough to get some color back. For the next week or so, it’ll only be in the mid-60s. Real soon, though, it’ll be warming up drastically.
Noon
Today I’m sending a roll of film out for $4. It’ll be here within a week.
I also went out and swept and raked leaves for something to do.
Tom’s much better today. No fever, just a cough.
Either tomorrow or the next day, we’re going to rearrange the living room. The pig’s going to be moved in there.
I just saw that punk across the street walk home with two other guys. I hope to God they don’t blast off. They’ve miraculously been quiet for about two months. This has taken a lot of stress off of me, but it’ll all come right back if they start their shit again. The fan’s a lifesaver, too.
In an hour or so, it should be plenty warm enough for me to throw on a suit and get some color.
I hope and pray I get lucky enough to skip my period. I read and even Tom had heard it’s fairly common for women to skip periods here and there.
Oh yeah? What about me? When will I get to be that lucky?
He’s working on his computer program now.
I need to go brush my teeth, then I’m going to head outside.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1994 Well, this is certainly weird and different for me. I am at Tom’s doctor’s office. It sure is strange not being the one who has to be seen, but nice for a change.
I was just looking through a child magazine. Some of it actually seemed interesting. In a way, it’d be nice if Tom and I could be married now in order to be on the same insurance, have a kid, enjoy it, then get rich and famous when the kid’s 3-5. I’d also like to try the smoking classes, despite my doubts.
In reality, though, I’m just going to hang loose till and if I ever do become a singer. If I don’t, I’ll just work on computers.
A 6’ 4” butchy lady with a little boy just sat down. What an odd sight, but I’ve known some butches who were wonderful with kids.
I hope Tom’s going to be alright. I hate to see him miserable. He can’t work, eat, or have sex. I asked if he wanted me to go in with him, but he’s much braver than me. They called him in right away, but it’ll probably be a long time before he gets out.
Boy, everyone here looks different than I do.
Later…
Boy, was I ever wrong about waiting a long time. Just as I finished he came out of the office. He has a cold, but they didn’t give him anything. In a day or two, they’ll know if he has strep throat. I hope not.
I aired the place out when we got home and he went to bed.
I typed several letters today to Bob, Fran, Andy, Nervous and Kim. It’s been a while since I wrote Nervous. Tammy sent a message on Prodigy today. I printed it out, copied it into #57 and sent it to Nervous, along with Fran’s new number. I typed Andy a 2-page birthday letter using many different fonts. Tom also tried making him a 2-page banner for me saying: Happy Birthday, you Femmy, from the Bitch. It didn’t exactly come out perfect, but I’m sending it anyway. On it, there are 4 pictures I drew of Gloria that were scanned into the computer month ago. Lastly, I’m sending 2 pages of my different flower drawings. He’s getting 6 pages total, but I used 2 envelopes. One’s got the flowers and the banner, while the other has the letter.
I’m hungry now, so, I shall go make a TV dinner or something.
Later…
Boy, I’ve been eating like a little pig lately! Oh well, I’m already bloated and going to get my period real soon.
I’m taping a movie now which will be over at 7:00. Then, there are my usual Wednesday night shows - Unsolved Mysteries, Now and Law & Order.
In other news, I shaved my pussy as best as I could. It’s not an easy item to shave. Especially the lips around the clit. Right after I shaved, though, I threw on tons of hydrocortisone cream so my butt doesn’t end up on fire like the last time. That didn’t tickle.
I hope Tom’s sleeping well. I heard him cough, but I hope he sleeps it off. So far, it doesn’t look as if I’ll catch what he’s got, thank God. This is my first time being around a sick person without catching what they have. I’ve been free of colds and flues for about a year. If I were still dancing, though, I’d have probably caught something from someone. I’m not around lots of apartment people anymore, either.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1994 Tom said to write good things about him. I said I always do. The poor guy’s really sick right now with a cold. Me? I’m PMSing. I’m big-time bloated, my tits hurt and I’m so warm. At least I finally got unstuck today and yesterday.
Andy came over and I saw his new car and showed him my artwork. He wants me to do a huge cactus in his place. Some plants, too. I took his picture and he took one of me alone and one of me and Tom together. I finished the whole roll, so soon I’ll be mailing it out.
I spoke to Dad last night twice. He’s feeling better. Fran called, too.
There was a huge hailstorm here today, and Tammy said they were in the middle of a huge storm.
Got a postcard from Kim. Soon I’ll type up more letters. Just been lazy I guess.
Later…
Tom has a fever, and if he still does tomorrow when he wakes up, he’s going to call his doctor.
Tomorrow I plan on typing more letters and I may do some editing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t lay out in the sun as it rained and hailed all day.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1994 Grrr, I hate being stuck. Darn stomach.
There was no answer when I called Ma. I left a message. I talked to Tammy, though. She got the pictures.
Yesterday I had a first-time yet great sexual experience. Tom managed again to get inside me. While inside me, he stimulated my clit with his fingers and I came. I’ve never been able to cum before with anything inside me. Not even fingers.
Today, poor Tom’s stuck in bed with a cold and I’ve been drinking prune juice. Still no joy yet. (sighs with frustration)
Guess I’ll go type some letters now.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1994 Got an awesome paper journal! Love it! It’s the nicest of all. A little more expensive at $13, but well worth it. I love the cat drawings which will give me more ideas for wall drawings, or whatever. I also love this paper. It’s slicker and much easier to write on. There was a postcard in here to send away for catalogs. I’ll mail it out today.
Tom and I got up today around 7 AM.
Ma called to say Dad’s surgery went fine and in a few days he’ll be home. She brought him the flowers I drew and the pictures I sent. I also told her to give him a lollipop when he wakes up and gets out of the recovery room, just as he’d do for me when I had ear surgery.
Boy, do I love this journal! I also love how the pages are numbered, so I don’t have to do that myself.
Tom and I went out to finally get him a nice pair of black Velcro sneakers.
Then, after I got this book we went to Denny’s. It was shitty. The food was cold, it took forever, and the place was infested with rowdy kids.
When we got home I laid out in the sun.
Soon, Tom and I are going to have some fun.
I may have an early period. I am bloated big time.
Oh, almost forgot, we also looked in two thrift stores. I got a satin bodysuit for only $2.
Later…
Well, I guess Tom and I aren’t having any fun. He’s very very tired.
There’s not much else going on right now, so I guess I’ll just go kick back and relax. Till later!
Later…
Tom’s gone to bed and soon I’ll be doing the same. In the meantime, we did another survey with the same questions I wrote out and we did in #55. We’ll do it again around April 1st. Here are the questions:
Will the business work out? J-100 T-75
Will we be married? J-100 T-99
Divorced? J-0 T-1
Live on some land? J-85 T-50
Will the people across the street play 1-3 times a week? J-85 T-25
Will I be a singer? J-40 T-95
Dancer? J-30 T-50
Model? J-25 T-50
Have a kid? J-0 T-25
Will you lose weight? J-100 T-40
Will I? J-50 T-60
Ever make a demo? J-40 T-95
Quit smoking? J-0 T-95
Will you get all the stuff you want? J-100 T-1
Andy left a message a very short while ago asking if I wanted him to come over tonight. By the time he was to get here, I’d be way too tired and out of it. Still, I can’t wait till I do see him. I have so much to show him. My wall art, journals, etc.
Later…
I just talked to Andy. He will be over within the next few days.
I’m now taping shows from now to 11:00. Cops, Tales from the Crypt, and America’s Most Wanted. I still have a movie I taped to see with Valerie Bertinelli in it. I’ll save it for days when Tom works.
Tomorrow morning, he and I are going grocery shopping.
I keep telling myself to hurry up and hit the sack, but I’m not going to sleep for 12 hours. I don’t want to sleep past 7 AM. There’s no hurry.
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1994 As a surprise, I ordered Tom some address labels.
A few days ago I got 6 new CDs. Carly Simon and Reba McEntire didn’t really have any songs I like. John Lennon has one song I like and Abba’s Greatest Hits has lots of great songs. Lastly, I got two Prince CDs and there are several songs I like. A few sure do remind me of the bars when I was dancing.
Yesterday morning Ma called telling me Dad’s to be operated on this Saturday. His arteries are blocked, so they’re going to open them so he doesn’t have a stroke like Nana Bella did. They didn’t have this procedure when Nana Bella was alive. Thank God they do, or else he’d have a stroke like she did and be paralyzed on one side. They’re going to run tests on him all day today, mainly CT scans.
I cried all day and Tom held me when he came home. He’s such good support. The thought of it being the last time I saw Dad when I flew here is scary. God, I hope he comes out here! Ma said maybe this summer. She also said she got my picture, it was beautiful, and she put it on her dresser. I wasn’t too sure, and I thought it’d end up with Tammy. She gave me Dad’s room number to call. We spoke briefly and Tom listened by the speakerphone as I talked to both of them.
I also called Tammy yesterday. We had a long talk. I told her how much I want Dad to see me happy. She said he knows I’m happy. True, and that’s fine, but he’s never seen me happy personally, in person.
She also went on to tell me a long story about Lisa. This was the emergency that came up a while back and had her all upset. Lisa had a friend, Stacey, who was a bad influence on her and was rebellious cuz her parents beat her. She says Lisa can’t stand on her own two feet and was Stacey’s puppet. She forbids Lisa to see her and I guess Lisa’s been really bad about chores and lying and stuff like that.
Then, she went on to say the state launched an investigation on her for child abuse. I guess Stacey told the school psychologist there were bruises on Lisa’s shoulders. Lisa said she was constantly yelled at and grounded. Yeah, I believe that one. Tammy yells a lot. She says, though, she barely ever hits her and when she does, it’s on her rump. This I don’t believe, even though I didn’t tell her. I’ve seen her hit Lisa and knock her to the floor. I also know how tense, serious, bitchy, hysterical, and carried away she can get, too. She’s told me she’s doing what mom did, as that’s all she knows. This is why I fear having a kid. Part of me fears I’d be like my mom, the other part says, “Nah, you’re calmer, more together, and you have a great supportive, patient, calm understanding guy like Tom is here.”
The poor kid would have so many health problems, though. Heart and lung problems, possible defects, arthritis and God knows what else.
I love my sister and she too, is way overdue for peace and happiness. I hope she finds it, but Bill is not like Tom and I. He’s not as tense as Tammy can be and doesn’t yell as much, but he’s not Mr. Calm, Sensitive, and Understanding of the Year, either. Tammy said he got so mad at Lisa that he punched the door so as not to hurt her. Yeah, I can see that. I can’t picture Tom doing that, though.
Later…
I just talked to Tammy for a while since our Sprint bill was only $29. I also called Fran at his new number. He wants oh so badly to talk to Sabrina. Called Nervous too, at work. He said, “I don’t want to talk to you here.”
I said I’d call later at his place, but as usual, there was no answer. I just tried a little while ago.
Tammy still hasn’t heard from Larry and Ma says he’s in Texas. She says she’ll tell him to contact me. It’s up to him, but I don’t want his phone number, cuz I don’t want to be blamed if anyone ever decides to prank him.
I had this cloth dress, like a tank top dress. It’s blue and white striped. It was a little long on me and the ends were getting stringy. I hemmed it, along with the sleeves of this cool colorful shirt Andy gave me.
I typed a letter to my parents, and I wish to hell I could go swimming now!!
I told Tom I saw the punk across the street. He thinks he smashed his van and is grounded, but has been there all along. More power to him if he did crack that fucking van up.
Going to go try Nervous again.
Later…
Finally! Nervous answered and believe it or not that broad’s still there. The fucking thing wouldn’t let me talk to him, though. She rambled and about just getting out of jail and being all tripped out. The girl was flying high as a kite! Nerv said she was just tired and was trying to keep her away from the phone, denying anything was wrong, but this bitch is fucked up!
I told him about my dad and Larry. He said, “You told me.”
See? He does read my letters. Luckily this bitch doesn’t steal my letters. At least, I don’t think she does, but my God! This girl was tripped out, making no sense. The things she said and the way she said them were of a typical tripper. I hope she doesn’t fuck up Nervous’s life too. He could go down with her. She gives me bad vibes. In the same sentence, she’d ask me how I was, then say that 4 girls went down in jail as she got out on $6,000 bail and all kinds of gibberish. And no, this is nothing like when Andy and I’d do our phone gibberish.
I can’t feel this girl around too much longer, but then again, if she fucks over Nervous, well, he’s fucked over people himself, you know. Knowing him, he may very well deserve this. This is all he’s good for and can get, in a way. Totally the type of chick he’d get. Totally.
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1994 Today Tom made it all the way inside me!!! It didn’t even hurt, but if it wasn’t for the KY jelly - forget it. I don’t know how people screw without it cuz it definitely would’ve hurt without it. We’ve been having these early-morning romantic get-togethers before he goes to work.
I’m going to try as hard as I can to be a day person for a few reasons. One is cuz he’s on a day schedule, and also so I can get some sun and some color. I’m also going to try to cut down on the smokes.
So, at least the DES didn’t make my tunnel crooked. Dr. Kolnick said the DES could’ve done worse things to me. All the DES did to me was make my cervix red, make me sterile, and knock off an ear (unless that was really caused by Ma’s smoking). Better my ear, though, than an arm or a leg. He said I’m actually roomy in there. I feel so much better and like a real woman. No longer do I feel like a freak. It feels great to know I can screw and that we’ll be married someday, and the statistics don’t scare me. Yes, most guys are jerks, but not this guy!
Later…
Well, now’s as good a time as any to get on with my writing, before I get backed up.
Andy got a new car. A Plymouth Reliant, so he’s happy. We’ll be seeing each other within the next few days.
I sent off two orders of address labels for him. One in the name of Andy and the other in Mark. It all totaled around $12. This will be his birthday present. I also got my other order of silver prism labels. They are so nice. One’s in my next journal. I used all 250 of the last batch. They were yucky.
Believe it or not, Tom set up the sewing machine and got me started. Man, this guy’s smart! His mom used to sew a lot. I hemmed two shirts and I’ll be hemming other stuff soon. I have 12 payments of $10.79 for the sewing machine. I just sent in payment #1. For ordering the sewing machine, they sent other little gifts. A salt & pepper shaker, a key chain, a nail filer, and two magnetic picture frames. I have them on the refrigerator. One’s got a picture of my nieces in it and the other’s got one of Gloria. Lastly, they sent a pin that I put on one of the lampshades in the living room. It was easy, as this shade’s pleated. The little lamp by the couch has a non-pleated white lampshade. I drew flowers on it and it looks really nice.
I saw something today that worries me. Well, it’s been so nice and peaceful and quiet across the street, but will my luck soon run out? I saw two women in a car drop the kid off. He had a bike in their trunk and a knapsack. Has he been there all along? Is it just the van that’s been gone? Who knows, but I have confidence in this fan keeping shit from waking me up. It works a million times better than the radio. I wish I’d had it long ago.
Later I’ll write about new CDs, my dad, and a talk I had with Tammy.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1994 I sure got lots of mail yesterday. A postcard from Kim and my address labels, which weren’t too impressive. They’re not as nice as my last group, but the other ones I’ll be getting any day now will be the nicest of all. I went and stuck tons of them on my CD and tape covers.
I also got my pictures back. Five of them were too dark, taken before I got the flash. The rest came out OK. The wall drawings came out better than I thought they would. My parents and Tammy will each be getting 18 pictures.
Lastly, I got that Singer mending machine and I think I’ll be sending it back. It’s impossible to understand or put together. I will not pay $80 to play rocket scientist.
I got a message from Fran yesterday saying he liked “Sabrina’s” letter. He asked for a picture of her. Sure. No problem. I sent the one of Tara from the VV.
I do have more to write about, including a nice talk with Andy, but I’m just not in the mood now to write.
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The amount of effort we have to put in just to find things that can accommodate us, and then the doctors, the entry level place for new people dealing with hearing loss, being out of reach for so many is infuriating.
There are very few work arounds to make it less impossible, though it's more of a bandaid.
If you have a recent smartphone (say about 2017 and newer) it should include a TTY mode that can be activated in your call settings. (Also available for voice-mail in some carriers)
This can help with phone calls but runs up against a wall for most automated menu options.
If anyone is in the U.S. there is a free TTY service, you can dial 711 to reach an operator who can act as a go between for you and any number you need to call, they caption it for your TTY mode or TTY phone.
Literally half my life and it wasn't until Jury Duty that someone told me about tty phones and the 711 number.
They should invent healthcare that doesn’t involve phone calls
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