I hope dead people watch me shower, especially since I just got my bazillionth bill in this week, this time a bill for almost $10k for my recent stay in the hospital. My insurance won’t cover any of it because the incompetent doctors considered what I had to be a mental illness rather than a medical emergency due to fever and an allergic reaction to medicine related to pneumonia. Everything is racking up. I’m so ready to sell this house already so I can get out of debt.

The good news is that I have this really cool pen. And I’ve found that I’m now obsessed with really cool G-rated movies. They’re so trippy! If any of you get the chance to watch Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, I highly recommend it. It’s a fantastic movie and when Maurice and I watched it together, we both swore that I was Mr. Magorium because his character went through similar events that I went through when I was at the hospital. It was surprisingly well-acted, well-scripted, and well-directed. Or at least, it felt like a perfect movie partly because I connected so well to the main character. And it was a movie designed for children, who knew? I’m really starting to dig the kid movies. I love being drawn into the world of innocence and wonder. It’s hard to believe that even though I’m a dominatrix, I still could use an innocence button.

Speaking of dominatrix. Yesterday I started re-arranging the furniture so that my house looks like something a “normal vanilla mutant” might want to buy. I even got rid of all my dominatrix equipment (now in the garage ready for haul). Imagine the look on Goodwill’s face when they receive the St. Andrew’s cross and bondage chair. I want the house to sell and before we put it up for sale, we gotta make it look buyable. It looks beauuutiful right now… but I had to take down all the personality off the walls and make it look more conservative. No more magic mushroom wall hangings. No more blacklights. No more orgy courch – it’s been separated into two rooms. That sorta sucked. Now I just gotta get some trees removed from the backyard that fell over during a storm, fix a ceiling, fix the upstairs shower plumbing, and re-dig a drainage ditch. Other than that, we can sell it. At this point, I’m even willing to sell it with all my furniture in it and sell it “Furnished.” I just want it sold so I can get out of this debt I’ve racked up. Oh well. I’m gonna leave my trust with the universe and have faith that something or someone will come along and make all our dreams come true. Sometimes I wonder if money can really fall from the sky, and if so… what’s the catch, should we reach up and grab it. It seems that most beautiful offers come with strings.

By the way, after much debate, I’m temporarily no longer a vegetarian and am back on Jenny Craig. Since I got back from the hospital, I’ve gained approx. 20 pounds and as much as I despise the idea of eating tortured animals, I feel my health must come first. I just can’t go back to where I was. I just can’t. Once I get to my goal weight, I’m confident I can revert back to being a vegan or vegetarian and maintain my weight just fine. It’s losing (not maintaining) weight that’s been difficult. Eating meat is killing me, but I’m doing it. I would have sticked with Nutri-System’s vegetarian program, but the food was repulsive. I’d rather eat tree bark.

On a good note, IsabellasRecordings.com is being redesigned and will bounce off the walls with visual stimulation.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo