Dear Journal/Readers

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So I was watching this video, and apparently this woman is just walking down the street, and out of no where she decides to toss this cat in the garbage. The cat seems openly friendly and cuddly, and just wanting of some attention. There is a green garbage can right next to her and for no explicable reason she tosses the poor kitty inside of the garbage. It makes no sense. The only thing that would make any sense was if, you guessed it, this video was fake. It's not uncommon these days, someone will fake a video and get a recording of it just so they can become the next internet sensation. "Look at me!!!" Syndrome. It started with America's Funniest Home Video's back in the day, now it's you-tube. Watch the video for yourself, and make up your own mind, but regardless cat winds up in garbage can.

So for those of you that have been following my journal, you may know that my neighbor Tommas and I haven't been getting along lately. Well you'll be pleased to know that Tommas and I have as of last week burried the hatchet. That's right, we acted like grown-ups and shook hands and made nice-nice. This came as a result of the propane guy, here let me explain:

We have a big ass propane tank that serves the lot's gas needs. Well it happens to be right under where I'm living. The gas guy came and wasn't sure which tank to fill since there is an older redundant tank on the oppisite side of the church. So Tommas and his wife Michelle were trying to explain they were sure it was "my" tank that was the one to fill. I threw some clothes on (got to love nudity at home), and stepped outside to help. Tommas seemed nice and lucid, and seemed with-it. I had heard from Michelle that he'd been laid-out with a really bad series of seizures and that he was not well. I was actually glad to see he was up and about. So I asked him how he was doing, and he looked down at himself as if to gesture "what do you think?" with body language. I said "Well you look good." and he smiled and said thanks and that he felt much better. With the ice broken I walked over and shook hands and apologized if I did anything to agrovate the situation. He explained to me that when he has the seizures it can impair his judgement and his greater cognative reasoning faculties quite harshly and make him prone to dimentia-like outbursts. So that's why he flipped out on me + randy that day. It really wasn't his fault.

Additionally I've spoken with his daughters and son, and everything seems to be going fine. So I can go back to the way things should be which is nice and peaceful.

And I should mention...god DAMN! Tommas' oldest daughter is FINE! I rarely ever get attracted to females just off the bat but she fits my ideal woman: flat chested, like flat as a board, slender, sleek, muscular, strong personality, sweet smile, and incredibly smart. She's about 18, and boy does she make my heart flutter whenever I see her.

Work is obnoxious as ever. My manager Jessica (not the spanish one) has just come back with a tattoo on her arm. She, dosent cover her tattoo up, while I have to cover mine up for some reason. >.<

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These are the three tattoos visible on my forearms. The first two are on my right arm, the last on my left. They tell me I can't have them shown cause they "might" be offensive, and that I have "too many". Yet a co-worker named Ken had a cross on his forearm. Well, that offends me, but oh no its okay "because it's a cross." That is just insane. I want to be able to take off this damned undershirt that I have to wear, especially with temperatures in the 90's and being a perticularly fat man Its unberible under this shirt.

On the bright side, Im getting more hours. Not in the way that I expected however. I normally work 4-5 hour days and just work multiples of those shifts. Now I'm working 2 days a week, but getting one 7 hour shift and then a 5 hour shift. It's really not much, but it works....I suppose. Least I'm keeping us fed for the most part, that's all that matters. In fact that's the only reason I haven't quit yet. I hate to sound like a broken record, but I really do hate this job. If it wasn't for the fact that I really do need this job I'd get off this computer now, walk home, and go cuddle my husband.

So  sephirem23 and I are going to Rain Furrest in Seattle next month. So any of you that are going to be in the greater seattle area for Rain Furrest in September, feel free to come by and see us.