30 April-1 May 2005
I'm at 1:40 a.m., trying to do a lot of catch-up work, sitting with Gail and trying to find a movie worth watching, to no avail. I read about the Jennifer Wilbanks fake kidnap report, and I bet someone else was in on it. She is just so totally screwed! I bet that she will go to jail. I hope so---I can't stand rich white girls who act like the world revolves around them. Prison--getting gang raped by lesbians and guards--her life destroyed--it would be too good. Well, I can only hope. God may forgive, but us mortals want justice, especially for someone who is just flat stupid and selfish.
In the meantime, I need to get to getting some business done. There's a lady in Pakistan, and a guy in Brazil needing it, wanting to immigrate here. I'll do my best. Out.
In the meantime, I need to get to getting some business done. There's a lady in Pakistan, and a guy in Brazil needing it, wanting to immigrate here. I'll do my best. Out.
