I was going to write about what a crappy night I had. However for some reason I decided to visit the stripper. If I don’t get Poker, she doesn’t get life.
My e-mail runneth over, so I guess I better say something.
Apparently, Felicia has a serious illness of some kind (I do not have access, and my mail is all over the place). Even though I hear she once again refers to me as "the hooker", I certainly wish her good health and a speedy recovery.
My only response was:
You can not really be this insecure? I think it would have been better not to wish her well instead of this self fulfilling, insecure, drivel. It's all about Joy. I also doubt very much Felicia would call you a hooker.