That damned porn spammer is driving me crazy. I want to rip his heart out and make him eat it.

Things are quiet. Still haven't vacuumed under the table so I can put my bare feet on Pep's fur first thing in the morning. She was the one who got me through my day.

No more dogs, even after I recover from losing her. Not that I wouldn't welcome one, but I'm getting too damned old, and that totally pisses me off.

I hate aging. It's not really fair. Just when you get it all down and finally like yourself, you turn around and you're an old fart. Guess I'll just be that bitter old woman, who knits and bitches.