November 25 - December 1, 2019 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full [holiday] Week in Review''

Following about three weeks' worth of problems, the ''starter switch'' on my motorcycle, which had been frustrating me with its behavior of not wanting to completed an ignition circuit without a good deal of ''rinse-&-repeat'' coaxing, seemed to inexplicably want to clear-up by  Monday Afternoon (Nov. 25),  and again during a brief test start a couple of nights later. But when it became time to try to leave for work  Friday (Nov. 29),  an entirely new starting problem emerged in that though there was clearly an open and sufficient electrical current completing the circuit to the engine, the engine itself kept refusing to turn-over until the battery was eventually tapped-out of any reserve energy sufficient enough to be of any effective consequence (which I was to soon learn required  at least  a north-of 80% charge level to be of any use for such a purpose).

This new situation curiously presented itself on a day when I'd been caught off-guard with a previous day's call informing me to be aware that I'd been rescheduled to come in to work a full hour and a half earlier than I'm normally scheduled, and I'd planned on taking advantage of this rescheduling in order to grab a few needed items en route-- particularly my  ''New 52 Justice League''  coffee mug that I'd ordered from ''Walmart'' online as a replacement for the first one I'd broken the handle off of at work three weeks prior, which I'd first purchased in their store but could no longer find stocked in any of the ones I'd visited since then --to culminate with a final stop at one of the ''Burger King'' restaurants along the way in order to use their ''free sandwich survey code'' coupon:  ''curiously,''  because of the fact that I'd also planned on do so in  full  ''Miss Cureaid''  ('masquerade') ''dress-up,'' once again utilizing a filled bra (this time using water balloons) and a panty to restrain my male genitalia beneath my working clothes, along with painted fingernails, just in case I'd found myself having to relieve myself at some point during the activity run, which would've almost certainly occurred during the ''B.K.'' meal stop.

But due to the drain on the battery, I was required to remove the unit from its housing and commence a recharging operation, throughout which calling the on-duty supervisor to inform him of the situation, just in case the process interfered with my ability to arrive to the jobsite within the newly scheduled time window.

The recharging process continued to take longer than anticipated, resulting in several ''update'' calls being made to the work site. After about an hour and a half and a refilled charge, I replaced the battery inside the cycle and gave it another starting attempt, only to again result in another drain and about another hour and a half of recharging.

During this second recharging session, rather than just standing around in wait, I decided to walk to the Post Office (which would've been the first stop on my itinerary anyway)-- still in my full  ''Miss Cureaid''  get-up --to retrieve my most recently delivered order from ''Amazon.com'' (a new DVD movie and a new pair of replacement gloves for motorcycle riding). Among the mail was my latest statement from my bank in Hawaii, which would have me discovering that instead of still having at least $1,000 in my checking account I'd only had barely over $150 remaining... along with an assessed $8.00 ''service fee'' to boot.

On the return trip back, I decided to take a bit of an ''extended'' route to cut through the heart of the ''club scene,'' as I was now more than a bit curious about the very conspicuous absence for about the past two or three months of the  ''Every Friday Night Outdoors Reggae''  that would emanate from the back deck of the club down on the corner from us. As I passed in front of the establishment, it revealed that not only was the ''outside'' dark, quiet and empty... but so was the ''inside,'' which seemed to confirm my nagging suspicion that the establishment had in fact discontinued business operations.

During the third engine restart attempt it was acting a bit as though it were again threatening to drain the battery down, but it did finally manage to sputter itself to a troubled start, all-in-all preventing my pre-work shopping/errand run and having me arrive onto the work site an hour and a half past what would've been my regular/normal start time.

Everything involving the my shopping ventures originally intended for Friday was followed-up on after work  Saturday (Nov. 30),  taking a pee break inside the SR-54/Little Road Walmart's front-of-store women's restroom after claiming my coffee mug plus a few additional purchases (deciding to hold off on some of the intended items there until a later date), followed by a stop at ''Dollar Tree'' hoping to purchase a couple extra pairs of thong sandals and another ''Autumn-themed'' drinking glass (neither of which were any longer available) before wrapping it up at the SR-54/Madison Street ''Winn-Dixie.'' My first stop prior to any of them however was at the Seven Springs ''Publix,'' where I'd managed to come away with four free tins of  ''Blue Diamond'' almonds  as a result of someone in the store not removing the expired  ''Buy One; Get One''  promotional tags for the items from the shelves, and had it revealed to me that Publix has one of those free-item ''price guarantee'' policies -- almost making-up for all of the hell my motorcycle had been putting me through the previous night. Sadly, neither ''W-D'' nor ''Publix'' had any  bagels  on sale, nor any brand of loaf-breads I'd might be interested in.

Regarding things involving ''food,'' a couple of online orders I was interested in made splashes with me, albeit with different results. The first involved what was to be  ''The Drip that made the Tub overflow''  with regard any ''future'' business I engage in with ''Don't-Nos'' (Domino's), as I was to be disappointed by the revelation that ''Don't-Nos'' supposed ''free-pizza points'' came with an  ''Expiration Date,''  and that the points I'd earned, which I'd hoped to use on an order  Wednesday (Nov. 27),  had been expunged. The other online order was for a tray of  baklava  from ''Shatila'' earlier Friday (after debating the issue since the previous afternoon), making this the first time I've ordered from them since leaving Hawaii -- and even though I've really been developing a ''turn-off switch'' with regard to ''pastry'' type confections, I'm still a fan of baklava, but I just cannot do it with ''Zaltimo's'' anymore, which is all that ever seems to be featured in these little ''Mediterranean'' markets.

After work  Sunday (Dec. 1),  I decided to do a little bit of clearing-up around our apartment units section's walkways and yard area. As I was discarding some of the dead foliage over the back fence, partially in hopes of covering-up somewhat that ratty-ass pile of old blankets and whatnot somebody had tossed back behind my unit a few months back, leaving it a disgusting eyesore I've always hated looking at, I discovered that pretty much all of the square area just outside of my north windows was covered in piles and piles of dog shit -- much of it completely covered in a sickening white mold, along with more than a few ''fresh(er)'' piles. Disgusted at this disregard for giving their animals the proper outdoor supervision and refusal to clean up after them, I proceeded to document the conditions to submit as a video clip to the property management staff in yet another complaint about the same old issue (more than likely continuing to be perpetrated by the same residents I'd complained about in several earlier reports). Trying to attach the video file was proving difficult, because Microsoft's ''Outlook'' online mail service allows for only a  33 MB  file attachment maximum per message, and I had to keep trying to find ways to 'convert' and shrink it down to an acceptable size before just barely getting it down to such a point (my lack of technical expertise & savvy really being played-up).

December 2 - 8, 2019 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

As I'd been noticing ever since my ''vacation'' to Virginia that my fuel efficiency had declined rather considerably (having gone down from averaging 62-65 MPG highway traveling to barely over 55/56), my ''tachometer'' running faster than what I'd seemed to remember, as well the most recent incidents I'd been having regarding troubled ''start-up'' issues, I'd decided to put an idea to the test after leaving work  Monday (Dec. 2)  by refueling at the ''Wawa'' station up the corner from the jobsite that had newly during my out-of-state absence, but in this instance filling my tank with  ''Non-Ethanol''  petrol to see if any of these issues would resolve themselves over the course of the week, especially after sitting idle for days straight before trying to take it back out again. After this initial week, the ''anecdotal'' experiences, though seemingly ''slightly improved'' in a couple of areas, are such that I'm still considering the jury to be out for the time being.

After checking my email records  Thursday (Dec. 5)  and noticing that the email I'd sent to the property managers in regard to the ''dog shit'' incidents were being rejected as delivery failures, I called the their office to explain to another ''new'' girl who took the call about both the email attempts and the situation behind their attempted submissions: while on the phone with her, I/we were able to deduce that the reasons for the delivery rejections were due to the video file documenting the conditions that I'd attached to the message was deemed too large for their system to handle. Later in the day I'd received a confirmation from ''Lisa'' (who's the one who pretty much addresses any ''maintenance'' issues with the properties) regarding my complaint and promised to take action of some unmentioned sort -- it would eventually come on  Friday (Dec. 6)  in the form of ''notices'' taped to the doors of those units with dogs ''warning'' them about ''lease violations'' regarding the proper supervision over their animals.

I also proceeded to follow the D.S. complaint with additional necessary ''last-minute'' online business; first, by FINALLY closing out my ''Bank of Hawaii'' checking account, after noticing on my most recent bank statement that I'd managed to deplete my remaining funds down to just $154.85 and that I'd also been assessed an $8 ''service fee'' to boot, immediately following that up with linking my ''CHASE'' bank account with my credit card payment transfers; then finally by exploring my ''open enrollment'' healthcare options, watching how the  ''Trumpanzees'' REPUGNANT-CUNTS  getting their way with the elimination of the  ''health insurance mandate''  resulted in my monthly premiums for this piss-ant  ''AMBETTER [than nothing at all]''  and their jump-through-hoops ''Silver Plan''  ''QUINTUPLING''  if I stayed with what I'm currently signed-on for, which would result in my decision to request from my supervisor at the jobsite on  Saturday (Dec. 7)  a return to my ''regular'' work shift, eliminating the extra work shift I'd taken on some months prior: this decision was not only to serve the purpose of trying to keep my ''insurance premiums'' as low as possible, but it also added more levity for what was going to be my decision to request a return to my original shift anyway for various other unrelated reasons.

After seeing how well squash plants seemed to be growing as small projects at the jobsite  Sunday (Dec. 8),  I decided right after having returned from work to clear out most of the dead leaves from my garden spot then proceeded to treat the soil and hopefully attempt another regrowth of multi-carrots and burgundy beans, additionally (somewhat) hopeful following the discovery Saturday that the cherry tomato plant which I was convinced was on its way out showed that it was producing a couple of fruits.

December 9 - 12, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Received another ''holiday gift card'' for $50 in groceries at ''Publix'' prior to leaving work  Monday (Dec. 9),  immediately following which I made the decision to conduct a second-week test of engine behavior by refueling with ''non-ethanol'' gasoline, trying to monitor fuel efficiency by adjusting my speed to the 45 MPH range, managing to eventually rate upwards to 62 MPG with very limited stops in traffic flow down the length of Hillsborough Ave. until turning north on U.S. Highway 19, where I got locked into backlog/jam of about a mile or less as a result of rubberneckers crawling past an accident scene, which had the effect of siphoning my MPG rate back down to around 55.

Upon returning to the apartment complex I'd managed to arrive right about the same time as the new neighbor who now occupies Kelly's former unit: I decided to strike-up a brief conversation with her by commenting on her ''Hippie-retro'' pants -- she would identify herself as ''Cindy'' during this time, and would confirm that she shares the unit with a ''daughter'' whom I initially suspected must have been a full-grown woman as Cindy appears to be at least in her late 40s, but observing the daughter later in the week revealed her to be a teenager, perhaps a ''Junior'' in High School; Cindy would also confirm that the pair also had a large dog, of which I'd already been aware.

Also back at the apartment, what I was suspecting would've happened proved to be entirely correct in that all of my efforts in clearing out my garden patch and planting a new series of seeds were going to dug the fuck up by these cock-slurping squirrels! So in response I planted new seeds in the spots where it/they had dug open holes, suspecting that it/they would not consider digging up in a spot it/they had already disturbed (banking, hopefully, on ''animal logic'').

I'd decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm weather  Tuesday (Dec. 10)  by engaging in some  early  ''Spring Cleaning,'' pulling stuff out intending on concentrating the major parts of my efforts on the walls (especially in the closeted areas) and window sills. It was during this process, given the state of the floor(s) in regard to all of the water seepages I'd been enduring and attempting to understand, especially now that the situation had decided to get drastically worse without any seeming let-up in sight, that I was finally determined to alert the property management office to this ongoing problem, using the ''Spring Cleaning'' event as the convenient excuse to claim ''discovery'' of the circumstance, especially since I was not desirous to contact them in regard to any other issues so soon after having lodged my latest (and please, God, hopefully ''LAST'') complaint about these irresponsible dog keepers. After explaining the conditions and observations in relation to the water leaks/seeps, I was told that someone would be sent out to assess the problem the following day.

The maintenance guy arrived  (Wed., Dec. 11)  about a half-hour to an hour later past the 09:00 scheduled time I'd been given by the property management rep., and it was discovered that the problem was [thankfully] not anywhere in the pipeline or any seepage up through the foundation, but turned out to be a similar problem as with the apartment next to mine that related to deterioration taking place with the water heater (which had rusted away at the bottom), which he removed and capped in preparation for the plumbing service they'd called who then arrived at 14:45 (3/4 of an hour later than what they'd quoted) to install the new replacement unit. Because of the damage to both the door to the pantry/heater as well as to the door from the the bathroom which I'd stored away in that closet space, the maintenance dude reported to the office that those would likewise be in need of total replacement.

All of this extra activity was the catalyst I'd needed (though admittedly not wanted) to similarly drive me to likewise focus amounts of my time and effort on addressing the condition of the floors, which I'd been avoiding for the longest stretches of time.

Shortly after everything had been wrapped-up with regard to the heating unit, I'd decided to use the event as a convenient excuse to reach out to ''Mimi'' in hopes of enticing her to come visit me for another Pussy Licking session.

The first shower I took under the new system, after deciding to give my cleaning/reorganizing a bit of a rest, was almost like heaven: I finally had a real ''hot shower'' for the first time since residing in this unit, and it was such that I'd managed to spend a  fraction  of the time I'd have normally spent under the water, and yet it was a  fully  satisfactory experience.

December 13 - 15, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Believing that I'd given it sufficient enough time to allow whatever remaining water may have been lying out of direct sight to ''dry out,'' I had to accept the realization  Friday (Dec. 13),  especially after multiple cases of ''wet foot,'' that the water leakage issue has still not been completely corrected, as it continued to make itself evident that the water heater had not been the sole problem but that the leaking from the toilet base may have either been exacerbated in conjunction with the water leaking from the deteriorated water heater or was perhaps an additional phenomenon operating independently of the other problem.

Brought my new mini computer keyboard to work with me Friday, and I was so impressed with with both its feel, familiarity, and function that I'd begun giving thought to the idea that I might rather set it aside for whenever I finally ever get around to trying to fire-up my supposedly ''standby Linux system'' instead of using it as the replacement for the now-defective keyboard built into the laptop.

I had another run-in with neighbor ''Cindy'' after work  Saturday (Dec. 14)  as she was transporting some things out of her car while waiting on her laundry to get done: we discussed any number of points and issues relating to the property & its upkeep, etc., even managing to allow me at some point to incorporate information pertaining to my passions for Pussy Eating and hanging ''Panties Wall Art'' into the conversation to at least let it be known that its a huge thing with me and that it's what I love to do. I'd explained a few things about the apartment unit she was occupying and even gave her some of the repairing/patching items I'd had left over from my own moving-in preparation efforts.

There was a mosquito that had been causing a distracting nuisance ever since she slipping inside during the water heater removal/replacement episode Wednesday which kept managing somehow to evade every opportunity I thought I'd had in attempting to smack the life out of her (which in order to frustrate her had me sleeping uncomfortably under heavy blankets and sweating profusely while having the fan constantly blowing a continuous gust of air in my partially exposed face) until I'd decided to lay out just before I was going to get prepared to try to catch some sleep before needing to go through my ''prepare-to-go-to-work'' routine, when she'd decided to set upon my front left shoulder, where this time I was certain that I'd managed to miss hitting her again, only to be surprised that I had in fact stunned the duck out of her, whereby I'd set about literally stripping her of any further ability to venture about or, especially, to probe anyplace where she was definitely not welcomed.

Ever since  Thursday (Dec. 12)  one of the properties across the alleyway has been shining a hyper-bright flood lamp in the area which more than sufficiently illuminates the apartment areas in front, which if an ongoing thing will eliminate any extra efforts or speculations on my part regarding which ''night lights'' I should consider utilizing at any given time whenever I'm not in the apartment/area when it gets dark, allowing me to consistently defer to the ''rear exit'' lantern for night-time security/assurance.

December 16, 2019 (Monday)
18:55, Eastern Standard Time

As if in an act of fulfillment of what I'd proposed during my conversation with Cindy over the weekend, I made good on my personal promise to  re-display  ''Miss Lacy Pink'' (panty) on my side mirror, following another infuriating incident with another couple of these maniac Florida Drivers over the weekend where they seem to love playing ''fuck with the motorcyclers'' intimidation & disregard games only to then put on an obnoxious pretense that they had no clue as to what our intentions were and that it was instead ''WE'' who were driving recklessly and discourteously! FAGGOTS!!! So as I'd explained to Cindy-- as I similarly did to Martha and ''Gracie'' concerning the ''long trip'' --BRIGHT PINK PANTIES fluttering in the breeze from my side mirror would by no means escape any other driver's notice as would any/every other ''visual alert'' we deck ourselves out in... so that now there would (hopefully) no longer be ANYMORE pretenses of somehow ''missing/overlooking'' me when I'm out riding on the road and navigating in and through traffic!

Made a couple of stops/detours prior to returning to the apartment after work, particularly ''Lowe's'' with the intent of purchasing a packet of squash seeds (after enviously witnessing over weekend how a group of kindergarten- and/or early grade school-aged keiki were able to grow several hakoniwa of such lush and thriving plants outside of one the newest building at our worksite) and to peruse whatever ''starter plants'' they might have had available, eventually deciding upon  broccoli  and  Brussels sprouts  (not having found much else outside of the ubiquitous ''pepper'' and ''tomato'' plants and the plethora of ''herbs''), realizing that I'd forgotten to purchase any squash seeds by the time I was ringing-up my purchase items, so I left without any.

After dropping all of my items back inside the apartment, I called the property management office to report on the toilet base as still being part of the water pooling problem and that it hadn't all just been due to the faulty water heater: she said she'd have the Guy come back out on Wednesday to take a look at it. I then I pretty much immediately proceeded to arrange my new plantlings within the garden area, deciding to remove all of the ''bell pepper'' plants that hadn't produced anything the entire time I'd had them and which were appearing to put up a good fight just to stay green and leafy, but not enough to my personal satisfaction. I also dotted a few ''open'' spots throughout with more string bean seeds in light of the absence of any evidence that any of the prior ones I'd dropped in were taking to sprouting.

December 20 - 22, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

By 13:00  Friday afternoon (Dec. 20)  the maintenance guy still had not returned for the dehumidifier, so I decided to switch it off at that time.

Also around that time, as I was prepping potatoes to fry some lunch/dinner for myself, I'd allowed the chef's knife I was working with to slip and put a cut in one of my fingers.

I'd also learned that I would not be able to switch out the toilet seat & lid of the new unit with those of my previous unit that I'd ordered online, as the ''housing'' segment that was was required had still been on the previous unit when it was transported away.

I found myself encountering a new situation with the motorcycle as I was trying to head out for work  Saturday (Dec. 21)  where I spent close to ten minutes being unable to complete the circuit to crank the engine. It wasn't until I was disembarking with the intention of relocking it and calling the jobsite to inform them that I would not be coming in for my workshift that I'd realize that the problem lied with the fact that I'd not retracted the side kickstand prior to the starting attempt: remarkably, I'd still managed to make on-site arrive time just five minutes  technically  ''late'' (we're granted a ''seven-minute'' grace window before being counted as ''officially'' late); if I hadn't sped beyond my typical traveling speed for much of the distance, I'd have arrived considerably later.

Somehow I'd managed to rouse myself out of sleep at virtually the last minute, having not realized that I'd dozed through all of repeats of my cell phone alarm  Sunday (Dec. 22).  Having had no time to properly prepare as a result of my late start, I'd find myself getting thoroughly drenched as a result of the persistent and relatively heavy rain that I was woefully under-dressed for, realizing a short time later while on the road that I'd failed to recall the rip at one of the sleeve's seams. I'd managed to score a brief reprieve in the form of being stationed at the rear gate entrance to await the arrival of a mass-transit passenger vehicle, which would allow me about an hour's-worth of [trying] drying my clothes out under heated air conditioning unit and oscillating fan, then to be granted an additional hour of such due to the passed-along information declaring that the anticipated vehicle had experienced a breakdown that needed to be attended to: even so, it still meant that I would later be required to venture back out into it for nearly the remainder of my workshift, particularly making wet feet a constant nagging issue.

I'd managed earlier Sunday morning to steal another panty from inside one of the girls' lockers at poolside locker room, even though I was not entirely thrilled with it being a ''thong'' type item, but I fell for the lacy waistband and the printed designs on the front. Almost as if in exchange for the panty hijacking, I'd later managed to lose or misplace my right-hand glove sometime after arriving at the jobsite.

This weekend I'd reverted back to ''10% ethanol'' gasoline after refueling a half-tank with it the previous weekend: my conclusion(s) being --  ''inconclusive''  at best, due to a number of inconsistencies and other conditions. As it stands, the ''starter switch'' issues appear to be more ''weather-related'' phenomena than anything; gas mileage differences appear to be negligible; and engine-cranking difficulties seem to run consistent throughout... therefore, my assessment is to interpret (based on what I've observed/felt thus far) that any seeming ''benefits'' that there may be here and there are insignificant enough to justify the ''Premium'' price tag difference.

December 23 - 26, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Managed to carry away another bra from one of the women's locker rooms' ''Lost-&-Found'' bin at the jobsite  Monday (Dec. 23),  mainly because I felt it might be more useful as a  ''Miss Cureaid''  item -- one that seemed it would be more comfortable than the one I'd set aside for such use.

On  Tuesday (Dec. 24)  I found a tin of ''butter cookies'' outside atop of my air conditioning unit with a card from new neighbor Cindy thanking me for making her feel welcome: I'd managed to consume the entire tin (along with my leftover bananas) in two days. Brian (the maintenance guy) also came by Tuesday afternoon to retrieve the dehumidifier.

Still haven't completely adapted/adjusted to the replacement toilet which, bizarrely, has similarly been exhibiting a periodic ''hissing refilling'' function inside the tank, although for much briefer periods of time.

December 27 - 29, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
''Weekend in Review''

Realized on  Friday (Dec. 27)  that I had somehow set the time on my bedroom alarm-clock radio an hour fast when I had it wake me up for work and only later noticing the discrepancy by the time I was nearly dressed & prepped.

I then made a couple of brief stops en route to the jobsite in order to return the pair of wrongly delivered items I'd received over the past several weeks: first was that parcel from the hospital that had been addressed to, and contained some unknown personal items belonging to, one of the previous residents of this apartment unit back in November, which I dropped into the  ''ups''  drop-box stationed at the southwest corner of the City Library (which I had no clue why I hadn't thought of that simplest solution earlier than this); then dropped a holiday card that had been addressed to the incorrect P.O. Box number into one of the Post Office lobby's letter bins.

I was unable to relocate my missing riding glove that I'd either dropped or misplaced at the jobsite during last weekend's rainstorm, which was only part of a trend which continued with my inability to locate the computer mouse and tracking pad that I typically take to work with me, then with my realization the following day  (Sat., Dec. 28)  that I had managed to drop my ID badge from work and my torch in a couple of places outside of my apartment after I'd arrived back from work earlier in the day, which had occurred when I was trying to be a ''good neighbor'' in resetting up Cindy's windblown knocked-over plants & decorations.

Paid my new higher ($46.50) health insurance premium for the New Year  Sunday (Dec. 29) -- the higher costs almost guaranteeing that I'll be utilizing some of the services this next year, just to feel as though I'm getting something out of the extra money I'm now shelling out.

December 30, 2019 - January 2, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Because of my (evidently erroneous) belief that no one apart from our team would be coming in to work while everything was (supposedly) ''shut down for the holidays,'' I'd received several complaints on  Monday (Dec. 30)-- all from  ''females,''  naturally --regarding the panties I now keep displayed from my motorcycle mirror, so I was confronted about it by our ''second-in-command'' supervisor, as our ''Number One'' would not arrive on site until later in the day, if at all, as he was sounding ill over the phone.

Sometime past Midnight on ''New Year's Morning''  (Wed., Jan. 1)  I was seriously building up the confidence to go over to knock next door and attempt to offer Tammy a pussylicking on the pretense that I'd set-up an encounter with someone who had ''ghosted'' on me, since I was aware that she had similarly remained indoors throughout the entire ''NYE'' day, but by the time I'd worked up the nerve (which was evidently somewhere after 1:00 or perhaps 2:00) I heard no further activity coming from inside her apartment, so I canceled the idea altogether.

Later in the morning, around 8:00 or so, I decided to try to utilize the whole ''New Year's holiday'' angle as an excuse to invite ''Mimi'' over for a pussylicking, even though I'd acknowledged that it was more than likely that she would want to spend the day with family, perhaps even ''out of town.''

Later in the day I'd observed someone fiddling around in Cindy's open window from outside, which I'd suspected was her anyway, but just to be  ''niele''  I came outside with a broom to put on a pretense that I was playing the part of the ''watchful neighbor'' who was pretending to do some outside sweeping, which I'd acknowledged to Cindy when she revealed that it had indeed been her I saw (I hadn't had on my eyeglasses at the time, so I couldn't have been 100% certain up until that point). During our conversation about the situation, she explained that she had accidentally locked herself out of her apartment and was trying to get back inside through an unlocked window, which I helped her out with: it was also during this time that she mentioned also having an adult ''Son'' whom she was hesitant to call about her lock-out problem, along with my observation of her wearing a t-shirt with the slogan,  ''Blessed Granny''  emblazoned on it, thereby signifying that she was indeed considerably older than what I was prejudging. Tammy came out with her dog just as my conversation with Cindy was ending, and I reassessed my earlier idea about offering to lick her pussy, as I'd determined that such an attempted offer likely would not have been received very well by her.

I also finally got around to dumping the old coconut oil and cleaning my deep fryer and reusing it for the first time since I cannot even recall how many months, finding to my amazement ''clean-up'' was exceedingly easy, compared to what I'd been conditioned to expect (perhaps due to something characteristic about coconut oil in particular?); the ''peanut oil'' seems to do a fair job with deep frying, but pan frying left me with a bad impression, I suppose because I've grown so accustomed to the flavor of olive oil in all of my ''non-butter'' frying.

January 23, 2020 (Thursday)
20:15, Eastern Standard Time

Received a text early this morning from ''Mimi'' saying she would be working in the area today and would like to swing by for a Pussy-Eating session later when she was done: she came sometime around 18:00 (not really certain, as I was trying to catch-up on some nap time when she arrived) and spent only about an hour (a relatively short session).

As the day began warming-up to unexpected comfortable levels, I took advantage of the calmer break to transplant one of my  ''Macaque peach'' (''kiwifruit'')  plants from  pot  to  plot -- (my original intention was to transplant both plants, but decided to retain the one in the larger (stone) pot.

A short time later I received a call from a representative of the health insurance plan I'd subscribed to who wanted me to schedule an office visit with my selected Primary Care Physician in order to get my name & info entered into their system.

February 17 - 20, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Kept my medical registration appointment  Monday morning (Feb. 17);  they requested that I schedule to have some lab work done and to reschedule a follow-up visit for three weeks down the line.

After the med visit I immediately went to the bank to deposit my cashier's check from my closed account in Hawaii along with some ''birthday cash'' that my mother had for some parental/societal reason decided to mail to me: I specifically had to do so at the ATM, as I'd forgotten that Monday was ''Presidents' Day'' holiday. I then walked back over to ''Publix'' to grab a few grocery items and to update my contact information for when my ''special order'' items-- ''Terra'' brand taro chips --arrived.

Back at the apartment, while doing a bit of garden care, I'd observed that a single carrot plant had decided to come up in one of the open areas, which inspired me to engage in one final attempt to try to get a batch to grow to help fill in some of the more patchy areas.

The maintenance person finally arrived with my new doors  Tuesday morning (Feb. 18),  but it was a different person (still fresh new hire) than Brian -- I was told by the new guy (''Rocko'' or ''Rocco''?) that Brian had gotten into a blow-up with the property management owner and decided to ha'alele. While working on getting my new doors prepared, it just so happened that Brian had been doing work on another nearby property, noticed the company's work truck, and decided to introduce himself to the new guy, including explaining what issues he'd had with working with the property management staff. Immediately after Brian left however, Rocky decided to get right on the phone and brown-nose up to the management office telling the whole story of the encounter and all that was said, and later even attempted to draw me into the fray by asking me if I'd overheard any of their conversation, to which I'd feigned ignorance, being that I'd been pretty much engaged & focused on fiddling around with my computer during the length of his stay (which required him to break away from & return an hour or so later in order to keep another appointment. So now, being aware tht the new guy is a smoocher & ''tell-it-all,'' I'll definitely be making it a policy to be very mindful of anything/everything I ever speak around him. The doors themselves, as it turned out, were all off-measurement, making the doors incapable of being closed, so I was told that someone else would be required to swing by with the appropriate tools in order to shave down the edges so that a proper fit could be effected.

I received a direct message on ''reddit''  Wednesday morning (Feb. 19);  from (supposedly) a woman who says she lives in Port Richey who claimed to be in a newly ''open relationship'' who was expressing interest in my  Pussy Licking offer  that I'd posted an advert for on the Florida 'hook-up' page; after a couple of brief establishing back-&-forth, I informed her that she could continue to contact me via email or gmail ''hangouts'' chat... so any progress beyond that remains to be seen.

On  Thursday morning (Feb. 20);  I realized that I had almost forgotten that I'd been scheduled to come in to work in order to cover for another co-worker who had scheduled vacation time for himself, which put me in a bit of an uncomfortable position in that I'd decided to postpone doing any laundry until later in the day.

---

ARCHIVES

* ''5-Year Archive'': Autumn 2001 - Winter 2006 *
* ''5-Year Archive'': Winter 2006 - Winter 2011 *
* ''5-Year Archive'': Winter 2011 - Winter 2016 *

Winter 2016 (Dec-Feb) / Spring 2017 (Mar-May) / Summer 2017 (Jun-Aug) / Autumn 2017 (Sep-Nov) / Winter 2017 (Dec-Feb) / Spring 2018 (Mar-May) / Summer 2018 (Jun-Aug) / Autumn 2018 (Sep-Nov) / Winter 2018 (Dec-Feb) / Spring 2019 (Mar-May) / Summer 2019 (Jun-Aug) / Autumn 2019 (Sep-Nov) / Winter 2019 (Dec-Feb) / Spring 2020 (Mar-May) / Summer 2020 (Jun-Aug) / Autumn ''Fall-Out'' 2020 (Sep-Nov) / Winter 2020 (Dec-Feb) / Spring 2021 (Mar-May) / Summer 2021 (Jun-Aug) / Autumn 2021 (Sep-Nov) / Winter 2021 (Dec-Feb)

((Return To ''Current'' Page))

Click for weather forecast

Click for weather forecast