Mandy. Why, for the love of God in heaven, did you have to bring up the subject of that bad, bad man? I may not be from Antarctica, but I have undoubtedly suffered enough from his all-consuming powers of mo-nasty craziness. It all started but a month or so ago, as I was peacefully catching some holiday z's....when, from out of absolute no where M------ J------'s face (or whatever you want to call it) appeared. No, you sickos! He wasn't in my bed! You're sick, sick, sick. No, this was without a doubt the scariest nightmare I've had in all of my twenty years of nightmares. The man (or whatever you want to call him) was chasing me with a sword and he really wanted to kill me. I don't know why--maybe he wanted my nose, or something (wouldn't be the first time someone hated me for my nose). The most disturbing part of it, though, was that he had totally befriended my family (which was more like a dream family, made up of people that I had never seen before)and had very evil intentions for my adorable little sister. And as much as I tried to reveal the disgusting truth to the family about their friend, "Uncle Mikey", they refused to believe me. I told them! They wouldn't believe me! And then they put a motorcycle helmet on me and hit my head repeatedly! Oh, wait...that last thing really did happen... Needless to say, I woke up in a cold sweat to the song "Thriller" on my radio alarm. No, that was a lie. But it sounded good, didn't it? Eh? In conclusion, I hereby suggest that we will no longer mention Mr. Crazy on behalf of some of us and our mental and emotional good-being (hehe). Thanks folks.

Jessie