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[pantsandthecity]

Dear Interweb:

My mom is stubborn and refused to admit that her computer was sad and sick, and now it is so sick that it takes me 45 minutes to read 7 messages on my gmail account. But that's okay because I am an ocean person. I want to reply to everyone's posts but it takes too long, and I forget what I wanted to say and then everything freezes up

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[sausagess]

It will probably be alright. My 'rents are coming to town, but they won't tell me when, because I think they like to feel free and un-tied-down in their travels. Yet, I have to try to book a day off of work when they are here, and they don't seem to care that I might not be able to get that day off if they don't tell me sooooooon when they are coming. The tables have turned.

If I don't hear from you in a few days I will phone. But I won't phone right now, because I don't like to use the phone. Once you have access to good internet, go to www.drinkmilk.ca, then enter the whole or skim milk experience, then either watch the intro or skip the intro, then when the choice of movies shows up on the right hand side of the screen, choose the second movie from the top. That's how I feel about the phone. (That's my bil acting as the caveman, btw.)

[anonymous]

SS did a fantastic-osity job at editing. He's a pro. But he called me a lezzie. So now I have to break out my ninja styles *KA-POW!*

I especially loved the part in the book where the girl goes hysterical at a store full of rainbows. And then her pantyhose fall down. Who wears pantyhose, let alone at camp? Hmm? No one, that's who.

-Shoes