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writegirl@altavista.com
My Dear Oracle,
Haha, u r congratulating yourself on your music picks on the CD u burned for me. U r too funny...... And, btw, I am nice to u!!! and u know it.
My stars must be in some kind of trine-wacko-configuration. Just a minute ago my neighbor, the one on the other side, jumped down my throat. Good God. Damn she is a hag. I barely know her and she came out swinging, talking really fast amd hrumpfing off. She's the one that yells at all of the kids if they go near her barren-ass lawn.
I wanted to spend a quiet weekend here, after the last two manic confused-bf weeks, but she has tainted that. I see what u mean by life aging a person. I feel like I am getting carbuncled for no fucking reason. To borrow some words from a smart friend...GET OFF ME!!!!!!
I'm sure u don't want to hear my woes, u have enough on your plate. Did u ever just want to disappear?
But I do wonder what the hell I am doing to raise everyone's ire. I am getting very tired.
Oh, and don't worry about me. Oracles aren't suppose to. I may be alone but I am strong. My dad said that if people attack u for no reason, then u threaten them. U have "something" they want. Just like your boss wants something u have.
Here's my plan: I'm going to buy a supershooter and if ANYONE, well besides Carson, comes near me this weekend I am going to soak them, then say something stoopid like, "Oh sorry, I thought u were a tree."
I'm carving out my space. NO ONE IS ALLOWED. Haha I am starting to sound like a wild spinster. (Did u ever see "Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte?") Everyone is making me turn blue. Well not u. And not everyone, just some crumbums.
CrazeeGirlie