Re: Rachel's Place

Z., I thought when you were commenting on my writing skills, that you
were in fact commenting on what it was I was saying, and of course, in
my heart, I didn't mean it (that Bob and I were through.) I thought you
were being mean. Sorry. :(

Jackson said something the other day that really cracked me up. Sorry,
I can't remember what it was. My reading comprehension these days ain't
that great. It's weird. Sometimes there will be a post, that is not too
terribly short, and I manage to just coast along, and read the whole
thing, every word. Other times, I just scan, and don't really take it
in, but when I go back, for whatever reason, and see it, then I say to
myself, oh, I read that one already. I am entirely familiar with it,
even though if you then asked me to say what it was about, I couldn't
for the life of me tell you.

I just got in. I went to the doctor for my 3 month appt. (although
somehow I managed with the last resident to only have to go in once for
however long was left of the year that he was working, including having
to go into the hospital that last time, and picking up some more meds).
I also stopped in at CVS (used to be Sav-On) and dropped off the
prescription, picked one up, the others were too soon, and bought some
staples. I like the driving, a lot, but I hate the errands themselves.
I would rather be at home.

***

Dear Mr. Dylan,

I'll make you a deal. If you come over and hang out with me, I promise
to let you play with my breasts.

Love,
Rachel

Ziglveidt B. Shtoonk wrote:
Rachel wrote:
Dear Bob,

Ziglveidt is driving me crazy. I've been in a bad mood because of his
response to my poem, which I wrote because I was very sorry about
saying anything mean about you (I can't even recall off the top of my
head right now what it was I said), but I didn't mean it for real that
I thought it was over between us. Then in the morning, there was
someone rehashing the old sh*t about cheating and wife beating. I was
just in a bum mood all day. Ziglveidt finally wrote me back, and said
that he was saying "close, really close" about my *writing,* like close
to writing songs like you, which I think is complete hogwash, but
that's what he thinks, so let's just let that be. BTW, I noticed after
I wrote it, because I scribbled it out first on a little piece of
paper, that I missed a rhyme in two of the lines. I guess my mind
wandered or something, while I was writing it. I didn't notice. SORRY
MR. DYLAN! :)

Anyway, I am SO SORRY for even saying, TODAY, those things I did, about
old SH*T that I don't believe is relevant to you today, as you are now.
I know, I don't *really* know ANYTHING about who you are today, it
could all be an act, or a show, or a cover up, but I don't have
anything else to believe in, and I want to love you.

BTW, I would be JUST AS HAPPY, if after you said good-bye to all your
fans with a great big fart, if you came here and lived with me in my
condo FOREVER! :) :) :)

(basically, i just want to lie in bed with you and face you, and
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm forever and ever!) (i know, people are impressed
with people who want things. i don't want your Malibu kingdom, sweetie
pie. Sorry. I just want you so bad, it consumes my fantasies. You, me,
pillow buddies, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)

So guess what? After writing that terrible stuff that is MOOT, I
believe, (wife beater, cheater *** mean words) I just found now in
my mailbox all these awful letters from people, not THAT bad, but just
a pain in the ***, just a couple, like this person saying *he* dated
you, it's really weird, and somebody saying i seem lonely, and i should
talk to him, I'M NOT LONELY, well, just for you...nobody else could
cure me of my loneliness, and the computer is my cure, truly!!!!!!!! :)
:) :) (then someone who wants to be a chat buddy, and i'll write back,
but politely decline, saying that rmd is where i am most comfortable.)

anyway, THIS IS ALL ZIGLVEIDT's fault. Have you noticed how he
misunderstands things that seem to be clear? GUESS WHAT, ZIGLVEIDT?
I've been fooled a million times on the computer, and people do it to
me on PURPOSE, so don't feel bad. I still like you, as my friend, and
the brain behind the creation of Rachel's Place. Hey, did you see,
people were trying to get me to change the title, and I ultimately
stuck with your suggestion? :)

Ok, Bob...it's VERY HARD to be romantic on the computer. I can't. This
is too godawful a situation to be sweet, and kind, and loving. JESUS,
I'm MAD for you, Mr. Dylan!

Love, (I'm SO SORRY about the confusion today. IT'S *GENUWINE*, CAROL
LOMBARD. I HAVE A BIG MOUTH, AND AM EMOTIONAL, AND MAKE A LOT OF
MISTAKES.)
Rachel.


What is all my fault?

I happen to like your writing.

I just so happen to be not-so-good-at understanding your nuance
sometimes.

At least as not as good as I am understanding nuance in Bob's songs.
But interestingly, such nuance can best be picked up by listening to
them, not by reading them. He is a genius.

Maybe I have to hear you sing, then maybe I wouldn't like it so much.
In the meantime, I think that you are one of the newsgroups most gifted
writers. :-)

SO THERE.

BTW What do you think of this new Jackson-guy haunting the group? He
sounds educated and writes well, but he is so condescending and acts as
if we were all uneducated morons.

.

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