*The green pen used here will not be used for any further handwritten posts. Sorry it's a bitch to read.
[edit] Since this handwritten post is really difficult to read, I'mana type it out.
August 9th, 2005
Hello!
I thought I'd handwrite another post, since I can't be arsed sitting at the computer -- now Bold and The Beautiful is on, and it doesn't feel much better out here, heh.
Jerkface's mother, my ex-MIL, came back from a visit to Brisbane. Word is that her sister's breast cancer is getting worse. With her bottling up her feelings, occasionally refusing treatment and refusing to tell her family (daughter, son, boyfriend) the extent of her cancer until it was too late (18+ months), nobody's really coping. At any rate, my MIL found out from the palliative carers that she probably won't make it to Christmas. When it comes to your health, being stubborn seems like an awfully selfish and idiotic way to go, but that's just me. It goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway since I've already started this sentence) that everyone is bracing themselves for a horrible Christmas season.
In other news, that crazy Filipina's karaoke is now louder and starts earlier. This crazy woman cranks her stereo asearly as 7am and spends most of the morning on her balcony, singing at the top of her lungs. So she lives across from me and it gives me the irrits when Charlotte points to her and says, 'Mum!'
That actually makes me very nervous, since she can't sing for shite, her choice of music is straight out of some cheap karaoke bar, and she has a face like a smashed crab.
Quick question -- Just saw a news clip on the real estate agents handling the Sef Gonzalez murder house. Are all young female real estate agents getting dodgy boob jobs?! Hers were CAVERNOUS. Toot-toot!
Love,
BourbonBird.
