God Bless DuPont Pharmaceuticals!

Hey Friends,

God bless DuPont Pharmaceuticals. It is by their grace that I've been able to cope with this ordeal. But to be fair to this baby I'm carrying, I only took half the dosage I normally gobble. And I washed it down with WATER, not Coors Light. See, I can turn over a new leaf after all! I'm not giving up my cigs for this baby--hell to the NO. I've actually doubled-up on the Virginia Slims to calm my nerves, which are understandably frayed at the moment.

Shonda is gone--she has decided to cooperate with the police and is now in Witness Protection. I told her she could take all the credit for freeing the women trapped in Cain's sex camp, but to PLEASE keep my name out of everything she tells the cops. She said understood--she is afraid, so she gets it. However, it's not fear that is driving my motives, it is the bigger picture that I see, that I ALWAYS see.

In an effort to get back to normal, everyday life, I watched Judge Judy, played Bingo and did some singing. I felt like I was going through the motions, though. My whole life has been turned upside down and only Jesus knows how long it will take me to get back to how I was.

Mama has been providing some much-needed comic relief, though. She was screaming from the bathroom: "I thought I was wearing toe rings and then I realized it was just my tits sagging to the ground! I have pierced nipples?!"

Starla and I had a good laugh over that one. Too bad she was too young to understand what was going on, but when I laughed, she laughed. It would have been nice if Cunt Face was around to join in the fun, but she is off doing her tranny stuff. Those trannies are so self-absorbed.

Ah, Starla and I are fixing to watch Golden Girls. I'll write more later.

Love,

Trasha