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someone who thinks i'm Helen keeps texting/calling me and leaving aggressive voicemails
6:44 pm oct. 16
HELEN WHERE IS MY WHITE CAR![sent 7 pm oct. 16: i think you have the wrong number, im not helen. sorry]
8:09 pm oct. 18
HELEN WHY DID YOU TAKE SOME OF MY 60MG MORPHINE & SOME OF MY ADDERALLS,YOU KNOW THAT I NEED MY ADDERALLS?DID YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I WOULDN’T8:10 pm oct.18
FIND OUT ABOUT IT,& YOU WONDER WHY I LOCK MY DOOR EVEN WHEN THERE IS NO ONE HERE BUT YOU & ME,FOR THE SIMPLE FACT THAT I KNOW HOW YOU ARE HELEN THATS WHY8:10 pm oct. 18
,I DO NOT TRUST YOU AT ALL!!! I’M GLAD YOU AT LEAST YOU SPENT SOME OF THE MONEY ON THE BOYS!/^^^^^^^THATS THE TEXT I SENT YOU EARLIER HELENthat is all i have so far. i’ll keep you posted
OH MAN. this is excellent. eagerly awaiting updates.
you're the man, larry walters
All the balloon boy nonsense has led me to this excellent wikipedia article. choice quotes: “He took his pellet gun, a CB radio, sandwiches, cold beer, and a camera.” “When asked by a reporter why he had done it, Walters replied, ‘A man can’t just sit around.’”
"i also have reviewed my records, and they say your company sucks"
do you guys read “emails from crazy people”? you should. you should also avoid fart parties. WAIT A MOMENT!!!!!! I never gave you permission to share these emails or any other information with ANY of your “departments”, i know what your doing! Your passing these emails around like a drunk girl at a fart party and giggling at my misfortune. Once again you guys have proven you don’t care about the every day people who you rip off to keep your company afloat.
haha look at that FACEdo these animals belong to martha?
yes. she just got them. there is a slideshow about it on her blog, if that is what you care about
oh no, that just looks like a martha cat, with a martha cat name. also that totes looks like a martha craft room.
mystery solved.
i pulled my sheets out of the dryer and when i stuck my nose in and inhaled deeply i thought “mmmm these sheets smell like chris” and then i remembered that he does his laundry at my apartment.
wait i forget
do you guys like twilight? or is that just me and my tragically not-internet-obsessed texas friend.
and this is how we know that there is no such thing as too much pasta
also convincing proof that there is no blogging in heaven
