Luna-cy
Just joined two new communities,
_halloween_ and
halloweeeeen.
At the last minute my inspection was post-poned until tomorrow evening. Thank GAWD. I wasn't really ready, although I did get a lot done.
*deleted stuff*
Today while I was supposed to be cleaning/organizing, I found myself inexplicably wasting time filling my wall calendar with neon stickers, to mark birthdays, appointments, Dylan's week-ends, money days, etc. I don't know why I do stupid shit like that. I guess it calms me, in a weird way, but it's so anti-productive, when I need to be doing something else. I just don't understand my broken brain.
Troy is turning 16 this year, and I really want to do something special, like a huge party... So many things to plan for this year.
Apparently, the day of the shooting, some guy walked up to two of my neighbours and began talking about "taking back the co-op/neighbourhood", ie, standing up and making sure it doesn't end up another Regent Park, full of crime and drugs. Then he turns and points to MY door, and says "Is SHE still here?" and goes on to imply that part of "cleaning up the neighbourhood" means getting rid of me, because my yard is unkempt, and, so he says, full of dog shit. I plan to post a pic of my yard as soon as I get batteries for my camera (and I swear, I won't clean it up first!) to show that a)my yard is mostly obscured by trees, and b)is NOT full of dog shit. One of the women this guy spoke to, called my mom, and told her what he said. She didn't recognise him, though...
It's one thing to have your enemies hate you, or even your ex & his family hate you, but to have to have neighbours and TOTAL FUCKING STRANGERS hate you, well, that's a little wearing on the ol' self esteem, you know? I'm so tired of being hated. I'm not a bad person, and I've never bothered anyone in my co-op. I know Dylan's grandmother is the root of it all, but what I don't get is how she "gets" to people, convinces them I'm a terrible, lowlife, nasty bitch who needs to be persecuted.
It's after 9pm, and I should get back home I guess. I'm starving, and have much organizing to do. Dan's at (his) home tonight, boo.
Oh, and last night was a full moon. I wish I'd seen it. Usually I remember to look...
.