September 24, 2008 (Wednesday)
15:25, Hawaii Standard Time.

I've been putting this off again, which seems to be becoming standard operational procedure for me lately, especially now that I've been burdening myself with a new mountain of distractions, including in particular putting up personal ads or dating and/or sex back onto ''Craig's List'' -- thanks in large part to my one-time job partner, Mike, always telling me about a former zoo employee he stays in contact with who's never been pussylicked and who has been looking for something more out of her sexless, loveless marriage, and every damned time he calls me and starts going into all the sexual talk & innuendo in their conversations and repeatedly talking about how bad & loveless & sexless this woman's marriage is and how horny & lonely she is I keep telling him to give this woman my phone number and let her decide whether or not she wants to contact me or not, but he never does this for me, so I'd simply reached the point where I'd gotten tired of waiting on him and decided to try my luck (bad, though it is) online again.

I'd gotten a couple of responses to the ''pussylicking'' ads I'd posted there in ''Craig's'': one from a known BS-er I'd dealt with before back when I was doing this initially, so I tested her out over a couple of emails before I dropped off the radar screen by mentioning that I was all concerned about the folks in my old home of Galveston after this  ''Hurricane Ike''  phenomenon and was too distraught to engage in anything intimate like that. The response from another woman I'd determined was very likely an insincere ''tug-along'' game being played by a ''Hawaiian/Samoan'' who claimed she was  not ''Local''  but was from somewhere in ''Tennessee'' (born & reared, supposedly) who came here after her divorce was finalized to stay with her mother until her mom was to be deployed to Iraq the second week of October. Even though she gave me her phone number and we kept somewhat in contact, this woman's repeatedly begging-off from trying to arrange some sort of a ''public meeting'' someplace mutual began to send my doubt meters quivering, along with the ping-pong ''Phone-Call Tag'' game I felt she was playing, but it was not until she mentioned that she was arranging a ''swingers'' orgy with a number of  ''African-American''  couples (BIG ''B.S. Alert'' siren right there) in the ''area'' (ANOTHER Big ''B.S. Alert'') that she personally ''knew'' (''Run for Shelter! Run for Shelter!'') that I'd determined that nothing but more gameplaying, excuses and running around was to be expected from this one. I found it VERY, VERY, VERY QUESTIONABLE behavior for someone who claimed to have been living in ''Ewa'' only since April and claimed to know very little about the Island outside of that general area! So just yesterday I gave this woman the same spiel about my concern for the Galveston homefolks, sprinkled in with the main tagline I had posted in my ad, namely that the ''Girlfriend'' I had made up out of whole cloth who had ''temporarily separated'' from me in order to ''find herself'' had been spying on my email account and had ''returned'' to try to 'play nice' after having read my email exchanges (the fact that I mentioned that I already had a girl in-waiting was probably the ONLY reason I had gotten any responses to that ad at all, since none of the others I'd posted have even received curious nibbles... and, of course, like roaches coming out of the woodwork as soon as the lights go out, the whole flock of ''meetoo wannabees'' began flooding the category with ''I Want to Lick Pussy'' ads of their own too... all while showing pictures of their *cocks* -- lying bastards!).

I had called my sister in Missouri right after I had gotten off work Sunday; we talked for about four hours. I finally asked about and understood the details surrounding her incarceration for a murder she did not commit. And, of course, more news about what such a selfish hoe my mother has truly always been -- things I'd always known but wanted to keep covered over in self-denial, causing me to lose considerably even more respect for her.

And Monday became OFFICIALLY my very LAST time of ever purchasing ANYTHING from ''Pizza Rut'' -- I had purchased several of their  ''Big New Yorker''  pizzas expecting something... well, I got ''something'', alright: The NASTIEST tasting pizza I'd ever put in my mouth! That fakey-ass (so-called) ''cheese'' is what finally did it in for me! So ''Domino's'' won't take checks anymore, ''Pizza Slut''-- just like I manipulated the name --is just plain nasty, so all that leaves (national chain-wise) is''Papa Johns.''

Got every bit of my remaining laundry (current and the stuff that had been sitting the longest, for months!) finally out of the way today! Washed the motorcycle in between that and discovered that what I thought were the last bits of chicken fat I was scrubbing from my windshield because of that trash-out-the-window tossing bastard was in fact protective coating!

September 27, 2008 (Saturday)
22:35, Hawaii Standard Time.

Well, I'm still seething over my first ''bitter experience'' with my new employers. I had arrived at the jobsite last night four-- count 'em --''FOUR'' stinking minutes ''late''. A minute later I'd gotten this really nasty call from the scheduling manager tearing into my ass over my not having called in to inform him that I was going to be arriving late even by so insignificant an amount of time (which he made worse by the fact that he had also embellished the ''actual'' time by several of additional minutes). His temper flared even more as he soon realized that I was not allowing myself to be intimidated with his ''power play'' antics, and he was especially infuriated that I deliberately refused to address him as ''Sir''. It was enough to cause me to begin rethinking either how much more time I might want to devote to this company (at least ''locally'') or how much longer I want to commit to working this ''5-day'' work schedule. Considering how things are about on the verge of imploding at that particular site anyway, I may just ask for a transfer out of the place entirely and let them deal with an even more of a huge mess.

But I did not realize just how out of bounds this whole incident was until I returned to the apartment today and saw the flashing lights on my answering systems, with the caller-ID numbers time-stamped ''ONE'' minute, then ''TWO'' minutes after I was supposed to have started my shift. I was intending on erasing the accompanying messages, but in an attempt to review a different message I'd accidentally listened to one of the two he had left, and it infuriated me to hear him going off about it having been ''FIVE'' minutes later than it truly was -- as if calling for someone who might have actually been running ''five'' minutes late were not bullshit enough! If this is the kind of cat piss I've got to deal with, I won't be with this company very long: I've got my health care reactivated -- maybe I'll just use it for a few visits while I've got it then drop this dead dog.

October 10, 2008 (Friday)
13:35, Hawaii Standard Time.

Went to the post office to send my defective copy of the  ''Hotaru no Haka'' (''Grave of Fireflies'' -- the televised live-action performance)  DVD I'd ordered from ''Sensasian.com'' (clearly an ''unauthorized'' commercial product) back to the distributorship in Malaysia for a replacement, and claimed what will be my last ever order from ''Gethsemani Farms''.

The stink over ''Gethsemani'' related to what I thought was at first a mix-up with my order (the size and shape of the box suggesting something other than or in addition to the fruitcakes I'd ordered mainly so I could send one to my Father as I had promised) which required ''postage due'', causing me to think that maybe it was due to ''additional'' weight beyond what was originally allotted for. So I paid the ''difference'', as I had thought, and intended to give them a call once I'd opened the box and figured out where the mistake was made. It turned out, however, that the box, despite its uncharacteristic size and shape, did in fact contain the exact order I'd placed. In other words, I ended up paying postage on a shipment which, according to the catalogue and past experiences, was  ''included''  in the total cost of purchase. Both their website and the actual physical catalog state that shipping charges were ''included'' for all U.S. states and territories and military bases, but the website kept tacking on an additional ''shipping'' charge whenever I'd try to finalize my order (apparently unaware that Hawaii has been a ''U.S. state'' since 1959), so I waited until the catalog came so I could sidestep that ''computer error''. Turns out somebody either doesn't know about the paradox or doesn't care. Either way, I find it disturbing enough to motivate me to discontinue ordering from them.

November 17, 2008 (Monday)
15:45, Hawaii Standard Time.

An almost entire day of running about spending money has come to a close. It began last night with my intention to purchase a  ''Samsung''  digital camera the ''Sears'' Sunday newspaper flier had advertised for $100 (which was supposedly a  ''before instant rebate''  of $20 price), and of course rather than going early in the morning I'd opted for ''rest'' and made the decision to venture out to the ''Ala Moana Shopping Center'' store location where everything about the place (especially the 'layout' of their floor plan) was utter chaos (which caused me to decide never to step foot in that particular branch ever again), and naturally all of the available units were already pau. So I decided I'd check out their ''Pearlridge Mall'' store this morning and met with the same disappointment over the unavailability of the specific advertised unit and was made aware that no additional shipments would be forthcoming (...I had actually ridden out there twice: first having arrived about two hours prior to opening time). Deciding to stick around to view some of their other items, I decided on a $100  Nikon ''COOLPIX''  model, which I'm already somewhat familiar with handling as it is the same model we'd been given to use at our jobsite. From there I went over to ''Radio Shack'' to look into their advertised webcam sale item, having absolutely no idea why I'd even think I  needed  the spongin' thing, but I figured I'd see what it would be worth performance-wise for $30. I then stopped off at our local ''Safeway'' supermarket before returning to the apartment to do a bit of grocery shopping -- including purchasing (which someone  finally  had for sale in the display case) a lobster tail to go along with my king crab legs I purchased last night at what used to be ''Daiei'' on Kaheka Street.

All my efforts at  ''Pussy Hunting''  still seem to be going absolutely nowhere, except for this one heavy, rough-looking (and self-admittedly seriously physically symptomatic) Caucasian woman in her mid- or late-40s (I can't remember and really do not feel like checking) who has a thing for  ''sexy black men''  (...don't they all?). It's gotten to the point that I am so very tired of the games all of the others are clearly playing that I'm very seriously considering "making a date" with this woman just to experience and give to  some-one  if not just  any-one.  I did manage to start what has been becoming thus far a very engaging dialogue with another overweight older white woman, only add to that she's a divorcing mother of several adult children plus one live-in teenaged daughter and that she is infected with the  herpes simplex virus, type II.

November 19, 2008 (Wednesday)
15:27, Hawaii Standard Time.

So I went and kept with that ''appointment'' with  ''Sue,''  the ''overly hefty'' woman I'd mentioned earlier, arriving just after 2:10 in the a.m. yesterday morning and going at each other until sometime after 6:00, and of course she expressed pretty much the same thing that everyone I've ever ''been with'' has, that I proved to be a bigger and more pleasant surprise than they had initially anticipated  (...or, in other words, for everyone else who'd either ignored me or strung me along with a bunch of half-heartedness or game-playing, ''their'' loss was definitely ''her'' gain -- even if I was not entirely happy about the situation myself).  Anyway, since a sexual ''full plate'' was on the menu (although I'd disappointed her when I'd informed her I don't engage in anything ''anally'' related), the experience was enough to wear me out to a point where I went to sleep right after taking a shower yesterday morning some time after 7:00 and did not wake up again until about a full ''24-hour'' day later (not even waking up to go to the bathroom), and even then I had to literally force myself to wake up (I had even totally ignored my alarm clock when it went off at midnight). I'm still somewhat woozy and my muscles are still a bit achy.

Watched the Hong Kong movie  ''Rule #1''  online before taking the risk of ordering it as the replacement for the defective  ''Hotaru no Haka''  DVD I sent back but was told could no longer be replaced since the title was  'no longer in stock'  (probably meaning 'pulled from the market' for ''piracy''); the movie was interesting enough... until the ending, where they pulled the stupidest, most illogical move on an already somewhat confusing story, so I was so glad I'd decided to see exactly what I would be getting myself into rather than taking a blind leap of faith.

November 26, 2008 (Wednesday)
18:30, Hawaii Standard Time.

Rushing to re-register my motorcycle ahead of what I thought would be a four day ''weekend'' I was informed by the woman handling my registration that my ''safety inspection'' had been expired since February and that I needed to have that renewed before I could get registered again, so I took  ''Lynette''  to the mechanics right afterward and got that taken care of so I could have that to show ''Friday,'' when the vehicle reg-renewal person informed me that they would reopen after the Thursday ''holiday.''

On my way back to the apartment complex to grab my vehicle I caught up on the street with my neighbor who stays down the hall from me (whose name I believe is ''Kate'')-- and to whom I have been rather explicitly letting it be known that I'm actively on the prowl for ''pussy licking'' dates and have not-so-subtly been trying to 'entice' into letting me ''go down'' on her if she ever wants it --and I asked her why the Police were at her apartment last night: I had overheard from her screaming that someone who does not live here but visits often had assaulted her but that the police were there to consider arresting her instead. She explained a short time later, after we had arrived inside the apartment building's courtyard together, that the man who had struck her had called the police on her after she chose to ''defend'' herself quite ''forcefully''.

It was also during this time that she informed me that our resident manager was being removed (according to her) for accepting bribes and then supposedly pocketing the while still penalizing the persons he took the bribes from for the violations of the rental agreement he was supposedly going to ''overlook'' in return for the payments. That much, as far as I'm concerned, is merely  ''hear-say''  ... but I just heard only a few moments ago as of this writing from listening in on the conversation between my next-door neighbors to both sides of me that at least confirms that this resident manager is out for some form of misdeeds and complaints lodged against him.

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