Somehow a twit preacher -- as in PRAISE HIM -- gave out my cell phone number back in January while I was outta the country. I'm still getting nutty phone calls and messages from nitwits wanting me to marry 'em. This freak is also getting calls from bill collectors. This vexes me, I'm terribly vexxed. It costs me $1.50 for every wrong number freak.

In other news, my perm continues to deconstruct. Never get your hair permed by someone from St. George, Utah -- EVER! Hair wolves, I tell ya. It looks like I've been attacked by hair wolves.

-- Mz M.