God. You know, eleven months is a long time to be cooped up in a place like this. It hasn't even been a whole year yet, but it still pisses me off. I was held as a prisoner of war for a while--by a corrupt, evil empire--and that had nothing on this ( Read more... )

[phone]All this snow is making think about how to get a workout this winter. I'm pretty sure there aren't any good places to ski or to skate, so those are out. I have an idea, though ( Read more... )

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I should have asked this months ago, but better late than never.

I need a gun--the bigger, the better. They don't sell them to women, and with everything that's happening, I feel little under-armed. Can anyone help me out?

[Someone sounds depressed!]

I've lost at least one friend for every month I've been stuck here. That's six, going on seven.

Can someone tell me what the hell is the point?

If I don't fill these out, they're going to poison my water or something, aren't they?

I have a question.

During those two days when the phones wouldn't stop ringing, and got we got calls from people outside of Mayfield, did any of you… talk to someone who's dead?

So, my birthday is on Monday--March 29th. I'm not asking you guys to celebrate it or get me anything, but it makes me wonder about something regarding this place ( Read more... )