July 11th, 2005

Fairytale Princess Amy

Spamanalyzed

My mother, as I might have mentioned before, sends me every bad joke and feel good email she can get her hands on. And I never take all that much notice of them. But I do read them, usually, if it doesn't require me to open a file. This is a fragment of some spam from the weekend.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

I have a lot of parental phone numbers in my little green book. I do not pretend it means anything about me.
That's all.