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All the entries in these journals depict reality, with the exception of the imaginary ones. The individuals mentioned in this journal are real, save for the fictional ones. The locations referenced in this journal are genuine, except for the made-up ones. The incidents recorded in this journal are factual, except for the fabricated ones.
Agnostic wanderer. Pro-choice advocate. Ally to the GLBT+ community. Passionate about writing, books, and languages. Obsessed with culinary experiments, fitness journeys, and aromatic experiences. VR & AI enthusiast.
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Note: This section was written in 2005 and edited in 2024 for sharing. With tears streaming down my face, we left the mountain on September 7th. I felt beaten, helpless, and hopeless. It seemed...
On Friday, June 11th, 2004, one day before our move-out date, I tearfully walked out of the house for the last time and into the RV. I had lived in Arizona for exactly twelve years and two days....
NOTE: This next section was updated in 2002 and edited for sharing in 2024. I’ve been home for ten months now, and so far, there have been no additional legal problems—nothing major, anyway. Ho...
It was New Year’s Day when Palma moved me to M Dorm and into Mary’s cell. After I told Mary that I liked Palma, we debated whether Palma was straight or could possibly be bi. Then Mary told me s...
Most of the DOs were either cool or indifferent, but there were some who reveled in their power. Also, most of the DOs were women, but there was one male DO named Bergman whom I absolutely could...
Ida, a 60-year-old from Germany, was my longest cellmate. We shared a cell for a month. I didn’t know it at the time because she wouldn’t tell me, but she was in for burglary and theft. I found ...
$500 to Fix the AC! ☹ in 2020s
What a shitty day! The AC guy came out and said the blower motor is broken. It’s going to cost us five fucking hundred bucks to fix—a $500 repair on a three-year-old AC, and we already had to pa...
The night I panicked, I practically fell against the chain-link fence surrounding the desk where Officer Rule sat. Something must have wanted me to live that night, because I’d thrown myself at ...
We’re finally getting lows in the 60s, and next week might even dip into the 50s. One downside to returning to the desert is dealing with hotter summers and colder winters, but it’ll be worth it...
Many urged me to turn to God after receiving the insane sentence I did. Yet, my hatred towards Him only deepened. If God existed, allowing this to happen to me—on top of everything else I’d alre...
Reflections in 2020s
Last Night: I’ve had time to reflect, and let’s just forget New Mexico. Owning land, having some breathing room around us, and a nice new house without the motorcycles and constant planes near ...
See for Me in 2020s
Saw the movie See for Me. That would be a wild way to make money—hop on the dark web, get fake IDs, offer to cat or dog sit for the wealthy, and then rip them off while they’re away. Sounds simp...
It just occurred to me that if Kathy had really blocked me, I wouldn’t have been able to send her the message asking if she was okay. Once someone blocks you on Facebook, you lose all ability to...
During the twelve hours I spent in Florence jail, I was at least grateful I had quit smoking—I didn’t have to deal with craving a cigarette on top of the shock of learning the charges against me...
Survived Milton in 2020s
We have survived! The old flagpole that was here when we moved in got knocked down, the car was pushed a few inches, and the AC broke—but we’re alive. Thankfully, the AC is under warranty, but w...
We had barely been in the house a few days when a knock on the door jolted me from a sound sleep on the morning of January 5th, at 10:30 AM. I peered out the window and saw a cop standing at the...
Hurricane Milton and Research in 2020s
I knew I shouldn’t have started allowing comments. I woke up to find TWENTY-THREE blank comments from a deleted user! Last night: Margaret emailed me about the last hurricane, and now she’s em...
Written last night: It’s late Sunday night, and I have a lot to write about. I better get started before I fall behind and forget things. I’m not posting this tonight, though. My sleep has been...
Written yesterday: I have so much to say and so much on my mind, but I don’t know where to start. I’ll start by saying that I took Zyrtec last night, remembering how it helped me sleep longer, ...
It Was Real, I Just Know It in 2020s
Me: This is going to be a bit hard to explain and definitely could be hard for you to understand but I want you to make your best guess as to whether or not I’m psychic or was just crazy. Okay...
Overwhelmed in 2020s
Looking back on all my years dealing with doctors, so many of them have been utterly worthless in helping me. Rhonda is a classic reminder of this. I sent her a message last night asking if she ...
Recovering in 2020s
Lying in bed, I’m starting this entry on my phone. I may or may not get it posted today, but I’ll work on talk-typing it little by little. I have a lot of writing to catch up on! No more methy...
Just an initial update that I started yesterday but was too out of it to share. There’s more to come but I may not get to it today. It’s been a scary and frustrating last couple of days. I was...
Goodbye Florida? in 2020s
I’m going to work on this entry little by little because I’m just not feeling well. I still don’t know if I have COVID, a cold, or if my allergies and asthma have simply gone haywire. I still fe...
More Than No Big Deal in 2020s
Thought I’d get some writing started as I lay in bed feeling shitty. I’m not just tired, but I feel like I either have severe allergies, a minor cold, or something worse. I hope it’s not COVID! ...
