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I am trying my best to write this on my phone but it will have to be brief.  Just wanted to say I’m still alive and not locked up at the moment.  I missed my trial because I had no gas money and nobody to drive me to Harrisburg.  There is now a warrant out for my arrest for that but my lawyer is working on getting it lifted and I will go back in April sometime, as soon as they give me a date, and assuming I can get there.

I have been working cleaning houses and always looking for other things, although it is more difficult without Internet access at home since that bill was in Josh’s name and he apparently stopped paying it or called and cancelled it.  Luckily I have met some nice people who are generous and interesting and keep me from losing my mind. It’s still very lonely at home with no computer or TV.

Josh still won’t speak to me but is not supposed to he said because of his conditions when getting out of jail. I spoke with my mom briefly, and she informed me that many many many  people apparently think I’m a nutcase but I really don’t get why certain members of my family insist on screaming at me when they call me and telling me how I’m psychotic, and then they wonder why I don’t want to talk to them on the phone. Does this make sense to anyone?

Friend –

I see this happen a lot:

Someone in a crowd yells at my husband, “We love you, Barack.”

That’s when he interrupts himself, smiles really big, and says, “I love you back.” And he does.

That’s why Barack’s dinners with supporters mean so much to him — because they give him a chance to show it and to say thanks.

I can say from experience you won’t want to miss out on the next dinner. I hope you’ll consider donating $25 — or whatever you can to support the campaign — and be automatically entered today:

https://donate.barackobama.com/Dinners-with-Barack

Thank you,

Michelle

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Dear Michelle,

Maybe you should learn my name before asking me to donate money to you a second time.  I already donated money to your husband’s campaign.  If you want to make yourself useful, learn my name and donate money to my campaign.

I think Obama is doing a decent job but that I would do a slightly better job.  I’d be happy to have him as my Vice President though.

Before I can officially campaign, I need money for gas to get to work so that I can buy gas to get to work.  I also need money for food to feed my family because my husband tried to hurt me and then abandoned us after I had him arrested.

I donate money and food to homeless people and I buy cat food for the stray cats in my neighborhood, because cats need to eat too and it is not their fault that humans let them get overpopulated and then took away their food sources unless you had money to buy it from a store.  Cats can’t get jobs and make money for food, so I help them out.

I also give homeless people money and if they want to buy drugs with it then that is their choice, but I ask them to take care of their basic needs first, like getting a healthy meal and cleaning themselves up and looking for a job, even if that means going to people’s houses and asking them if they need a housekeeper because you need money for food and a home.

My landlord is trying to have me evicted without giving me a reason.  I think he is just annoyed with me for posting everything on my blog, but people always get angry with me for being honest and I am through being afraid of other people’s anger.  I am not angry, but I do get angry and it motivates me to speak up and try to change things.

I do not hold on to that anger because if I did it would make me destructive, just like the rest of the world.

There are good people in this world too, who have things to say.  You should listen to them even if they don’t have a degree or certification, because people are smart all on their own if you give them the opportunity.

Instead of “Dinners with Barack” I would rather support breakfast for hungry people.  And lunch and dinner too.  And cat food and dog food for their families that are not human.

Stop wasting money and start saving lives.

Donate money to me on paypal:  laurawarden11@gmail.com

Or read my blog.

Peace,

Laura Warden

… fashion sense.  I hate fashion.  I have style…

and class.  I’m not ugly but I’m not perfect, which makes me perfectly imperfectly awesome.

I occasionally still sleep with a teddy bear I have had since I was ten that I named George.

Dear George the Teddy Bear,

 I am sad for you because you are so nice and sweet and you get taken advantage of, just like me.  But please dont patronize me or lie to my face or behind my back because I will expose you for your lies.  And for the animal you have become.

You think you are so perfect but you have broken stitches and scars too.  I will always love you, warts and all, because you deserve love too.  Thank you for being such a good friend.

Now stop running away from me and saying that it is my fault.  I don’t control you; you control yourself.  You can’t control me either, so don’t even try.

Stupid bears.  Why are bears such assholes?  Oh yeah… nevermind.  Didn’t mean to point that one out either, Trisha.  I hope he is being good to you now.

… of me that they are afraid to sign my petition because they are afraid that they will also be evicted.  I told them that I would never let that happen because I know my rights and theirs too, but they still wouldn’t help me.

I practice what I preach.  I would not allow you or your children to be homeless either.  Why do you want me and my children to be homeless?  Stop being a hypocrite.  Please and thank you.

I was fired from my job at the horse farm because I did not have enough money to buy gas to get there.  She suggested that I was not serious about the job and now I have no job.  I told her I was serious about it, very much, but that other things came up, like my being evicted and unable to afford gas to get to work so that I can buy gas to get to work.

Fucking hypocrites, I swear to God.

She says she is a feminist.  What bullshit.

So now I am such a feminist that I must prostitute myself in order to be able to afford not to die.

Just great.  Thank you so much, United States.  I am ashamed of being an American..

…kitchen.  I hope I get to keep my home, because I feel safe here unless Keith tries to have me forcibly removed.