Ok, I've been at the haunted house for about a month now and I just got back online today.  It was a whole bunch of bs with the phone company and they finally sent someone out to repair the box outside.  Had there been any other phone company that serviced these parts I would've simply told verizon to shove pipes up their asses, but they are the only ones.  Do not ever use verizon unless you absolutely have to.  I've talked to every single one of their emloyees by now, and I guarantee you, there is no sort of iq test to land that job.  I think they probably just stole a bunch of mcdonald's workers or something.  Not that there's anything wrong with working at mcdonald's, if you're 16.  Just about every single person I spoke to was rude, stupid and simply tried to say anything to get me off the phone asap so they could go back to picking their asses.  Even the supervisors.  Die, verizon, DIE!!!

 

Ok, enough venting, I do have some updates.

Update #1-I haven't found a new job yet so I'm a loser.  The main problem is that I'm going to be traveling out of state for a few weeks pretty soon, so I need something crappy and temporary.  I've applied at a bunch of crappy jobs, but dumbass me didn't lie about my degree or last rate of pay, and I'm guessing they know I won't be staying with them for long.  No worries, I have some ideas.

 

Update #2-The godamn rednecks who used to live here.  We've had to make 5 trips to the dump so far to throw away all the trash they left.  I have a pick-up truck w/a full size bed which we packed to the max for each trip, and we're still not quite done.  My bf was talking to the guy who owns the land that neighbors ours when suddenly some douchebag in a crappy black suv pulled up.  It was a fat white redneck-looking dude.  He introduced himself as the bf of the redneck lady w/all the kids who had lived in our house and then tells my bf, 'Don't mind me if you see me mingling around your backyard getting some of my stuff.'  I guess if he had at least asked or if he hadn't already had over 2 months to get all his shit, or maybe if he hadn't left us enough trash to fill the ocean it might've been different, but my bf told him hell no, he better stay the fuck out of our backyard or we'd be calling the cops on him for trespassing.  Plus, we have a bunch of our stuff back there now as well, we don't want some half-wit going shopping back there.  Apparently he got all pissed off and said that the trailer in our backyard was given to him by his grandfather.  My bf told him to go over right now and get the trailer, as well as the 50 bags of overflowing garbage that had been left in the back of it.  He guessed that the redneck presumed he'd already cleaned it out, but he was saving that for last b/c he thought there might be rats in there.  The redneck came over and got the trailer.  This was almost a month ago, and it's still sitting in their front yard with all that trash in it.  A little while later I was sitting on the front porch when he pulled up into the yard.  He jumped out and ran over to me, then thrust a little piece of paper into my hands.  It was the name and number of the guy we bought the house from, and redneck was like, "Here, call him, the owner of this house.  He said we had until October to get our stuff out."  I was like, "I'm the owner, but yeah, we'll be sure and give him a call!"  I did end up calling him, and he said that he'd told the rednecks in April that they had about two months to get all their shit.  Haven't seen them since, but I'm sure I shall.  Luckily they're about a mile up the road.  Also, they left one of their cats here.  I'm guessing it was theirs since it's always in the yard.  It's an un-neutered skinny orange cat who likes to yowl.  The cat wouldn't come near me at first, but a couple days ago I coaxed him onto the back porch and he let me pet him.  He's so skinny you can count his ribs.  I gave him a can of catfood which he sucked up in less than ten seconds.  I gave him another one, same deal.  I was petting him again when he jumped up on his hind legs then clawed and bit my arm.  I threw his ass off the porch but he came right back.  I was bleeding and decided not to feed him anymore.  Later on that evening I went outside and he had moved an entire family of cats into my backyard.  There was mama cat and at least 3 kittens running around.  I was like, shit, what the hell have I gotten myself into?  The next day mama cat and kittens were gone but fuzzball (that's the name I gave him) was sprawled out on the back porch meowing.  He looked so skinny and pathetic that I gave him a big bowl of dried food and some milk.  He hasn't bitten me again but I think he was about to at one point, until I raised my hand like I was gonna slap him.  Same thing today, I fed him again.  He is now living on the back porch.  Every time I open the door he hisses at me.  My cats hate him and won't go outside anymore.  I'm not sure what to do.  I know I should just stop feeding him, but I feel terrible that he's hungry and homeless.  I could call animal control but I know they'll put him in a shelter and then kill him.  Fuck.  Still trying to figure something out.

 

Update #3-The haunting of the house.  Nothing too bad has happened.  There is one room that makes scratchy sounds that I've been unable to identify and somehow the trap-door built in high up on the wall opened by itself one day, but that's it.  I've had some pretty bad nightmares but last night I finally had good dreams.

 

Update #4-I am so close to being done with my memoir.  I have about 2 chapters left to write.  I have no idea if it's publishable, but I sure as hell am gonna find out, and I'm so excited.

 

And that's about all for now.  I know this has been extremely long-winded but goddamn have I missed blogging.