"She gives a bad name to the sane Lisa's of the world" - Spud

Edit Damnit, Spud, you didn't update your journal and it deleted itself. Okay, proceed.

To: the 26,000 people that have read my diary, the 34 people that link to me as a favorite on Diaryland alone, and the thousands that have provided me with emails/IM's and snail mail letters over the years.

Apparently, there are just some people that don't think I'm all that wonderful. Mostly, the Sex Toy Stealer (Lisa) and her little crony (she only has one, it is crony, right?) on Blogger.

An example is this entry from her.

"Last night I cheated. I had Mexican food and a margarita. I felt horrible. This is all I will mention about my fall off the wagon. When I get to work this morning, I have an e-mail from my friend, April. The gist of it being: "Read this heifer's diary. I'm going to sign her guestbook and tell her what I really think of her." This 'heifer' also happens to be her brother's girlfriend. I stopped reading it a long time ago. She's a truly troubled individual. If you're bored, or feel bad and want to read something that will make you feel better about yourself, please read it."

The crony.

"oh, and nothing makes you feel relieved and depressed at the same time like reading other people's journals and knowing that their life sucks WAY more than yours... thanks lisa for that link (although i didn't want to read much of it... it was just weird or something...)"

The response.

"Not a problem! In case you ever wondered, that's my ex-husband's girlfriend's blog. She's a little on the nut job side... you should feel *REALLY* good about yourself."

What can I say? Apparently people love the nut jobs... that email I got a few months back asking if I was interested in writing a book (ooh, I didn't mention that, did I? I told it to him and her and I told Chris but that was it... oops) must've been a fluke thing. All the people linking to my journal must just be an accident, surely they have the wrong girl, right?

Oh sweet jesus, the things that make you go hmm. By the way, I've taken an unofficial poll (thank you Sassy, Tanya, Spud, David, Tessa, Mom(!), Henry, Aunt Nola, and the mail lady) and it's been decided that it is so fucking tacky for her to be sending the link to my page to her first (I'm sure more are to come) ex husband's sister and coworkers. Tre tacky, I tell you. But hey, what's done is done so the more the merrier, I say.

I really have to run, Dad wants me to go to the hardware store with him and carry some lumber. In return, we're stopping at the petstore on the way home so I can play with the sweet, cute balls of fur. Hey, my tax return check came in the mail, seven hundred big ones, I suppose I could take one home...

I'll go await the phone call from Chris threatening me with death or torture or something (like that ever works...) if I bring home a puppy. Fun times, baby!

Lots of love,

Nina.

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