Rat Poison and Cat Fishing

It's been an afternoon.  We found out from our favorite neighbor across the alley that someone has been putting rat poison out.  It killed two of the dogs next door.  Oh. My. God.  Byron found it on his lawn and he has a sweetest little puppy.  He took care of it.  We got to see little Sheba today but I was sad to hear that about our neighbors.  It was their little dog that I found out in the alley and brought him back to the yard.  I told my mom I never see their twin girl dog anymore.  Well I know why.  They had two other dogs.  One was old and did not look healthy and the other was a tiny lassie dog.  That's horrible.  My mom tried to tell the monster downstairs.  He wouldn't answer the door for us and my mom tried to leave a note on his door.   I said maybe it's him.  She doesn't think so.  It's either him or the other neighbor next door to us that doesn't live here full time.  Nothing would surprise me.  There's some sick people who would do it.  We have a lot of dogs in our neighborhood which I don't mind but someone putting out rat poison is disgusting.  

I've been watching cat fishing documentaries, one that involved some singing duo, Tegan and Sara.  Never heard of them.  I think they might have been all of that Lilith Fair stuff.  Then I watched Sweet Bobby on Netflix.  Wow.  The lengths that people go to for playing games with other people's emotions.  

I could say that I was lucky that it didn't happen to me but I feel like it did. I got lied to a lot.  Just when I think I'm over it, I get pulled back into the lair of lies.  No, the woman in Sweet Bobby wasn't stupid.  Just vulnerable and wanted so much to have that connection with someone and make a life with them.  I get that.  I felt like I should have sent Harold an invoice for the years wasted on caring about someone who just played me.  Instead, I sent some Poise products to his house. I don't wish bad on people.  Just some leakage and diarrhea issues.  That's kind, really.  My sister sent an Oscar Mayer weenie whistle to another ex I had.  Really, no danger of me breaking anything or screaming at anyone in public.  I just might send someone a carton of Ex Lax to their workplace environment.  I'm a childish person in my hurt, I guess.

I am feeling relieved that I am on a break from sending postcards and letters. I over did it and there was a lot more that I should have done.  I acknowledge my issue of getting carried away with projects like that.  It's like some weird obsessive thing and this election season brought out the worst in me emotionally and definitely put my anxiety at about a 20 on a scale of 1 to 10.  I un-RSVP'ed to a few text banks. I will be text banking with Vote Riders on Thursday and before the election and with the North Carolina Voter Project.  Hopefully nobody calls me another slurs.  

We still have the "low battery" message.  What the hell is that?  That's probably why the monster wouldn't answer the door, he knows we're going to ask him about it.  That guy is just weird.

I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't him who did it.  His dogs get real anxious with other dogs.  He's just a creep.  Nothing would shock me with him.  

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