Eesh!

My mother was just telling me that her suburban support group friends were all freaking out that my father was found in Boston because Something Could Have Happened To Him! In one of the ritziest neighborhoods in the city? Unlikely. Also, he was way better off on a sidewalk with lots of people around.

Flea, that is ridiculous.

Wow, flea.

People are weird.

well poop Sue, all of that sounds like a giant SUCK. Is there anything local this weekend that you could go do?

I may be slightly irrational in my judgement of this person as, in her zealotry in saving the planet from the rest of us environmental and criminal masses, has turned the lights off on me in the bathroom. Which has no windows or other light sources. It's fucking dark in there. With sharp corners.

Some people just make me want to go mow down a rainforest and set fire to styrofoam, I swear. And possibly mug people.

flea, I vote you bring scones to the wedding. And laugh and laugh.

As a naturally paranoid person and then with added anxiety, I have no patience for the everything is scary people. I mean, I do have some patience because mac is an everything is scary person, but I treat it with sarcasm and mockery with a light touch. I mean, the ridiculousness of having 5 locks locked on our back door each night is RIDIC.

And possibly mug people.

Just make sure to do it in the suburbs.

And now Chatty Thing got in.

I think I just hate everything today. Good thing I have lots of meetings, right?

Is there anything local this weekend that you could go do?

I haven't looked into it. Flights, to NY, however, I have. Too bad they are so expensive at such short notice. I wish I could drive b/c I would just find a rural B&B somewhere and go veg.

My co-workers claw my thighs and poop in the hallway. And they really never accomplish anything; they're very lazy.

Of course, they're CATS.