more spam for your flist. but real spam

May 18, 2008 05:50


i've just concluded this series of emails with my mom. she has no email ettiquette, and i dont want to fix it.

From: Lori
To: Randie Lynn
hey chickie poo....guess who i saw yesterday????  YOUR DAD !!  BUT NOT WHERE I WANTED TO SEE HIM....AT SHITTY ROBERT'S HOUSE.....JUST THOUGHT THE NEW WIFE GOT HIM OFF DRUGS, HUH????   I JUST LOOKED AT HIM AND SHOOK MY HEAD.... KINDA LIKE SEEING A TRAIN WRECK...DONT WANT TO LOOK , BUT YOU JUST CANT HELP IT...SORRY..... PHONE IS STILL DIS CONNECTED...CANT EAT AND TALK ON THE PHONE.....GOTTA EAT, U KNOW??  TALK TO YA SOON....THINK I MIGHT WANT A PUPPY AFTER ALL.....PICK ME OUT A FAT ONE, NO WHINERS....SEE YA...

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From: Randie Lynn
To: Lori
Damn that sucks. Did he see you?
My phone's off too. I'll pay it today though. My gramma wanted you to know she's really sorry about not going to the  kids recital. She got bit by a bug and was in bed for 2 days. You know how she gets. Anyway, she's sorry. :(
I'll save you a puppy :D

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From: Lori
To: Randie Lynn
hey...yeah, he saw me...i couldnt duck down..or else i would have!!!   tell grandma no worries about the recital...hope she is feeling better....hey, pay my phone too while you are at it!!!   dont know when it will be back on...gotta eat..lost my green eggs and government cheese!!!   when are you coming to deliver my puppy???  let me know....next week is my last week of work...toni is taking my place!!   ok, well sorry your dad is a crack head again....see ya...

" ok, well sorry your dad is a crack head again"
smooth mom, real smooth.

my heart hurts. and it's not because of lunch. i dont think i want to talk to my dad again. ever. he didn't make any time for me last time when I was home. - oh - or the 18 years i lived at home. 
should I explain?
my parents were married all of a year - in 1984. my dad's regular dealer lives down the street from my mom's mom. so, of course she would see him, if he was there, and she was at mommoms.

'nuff spam for toady. it's quittin time

mom, family, sadness, dad

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