Crazy Dreams

Dear You Know Who, "..It feels good... If it really feels good to you baby, let me hear you say: uh! Uh! Baby... If it really feels good to you baby, let me take you away..." -Tony, Tone, Toni How's life and thangs like that? So what's on the mind of Mary today? No letter from Derrick today. Maybe I should just write him. I don't even know. Lately, I have been having crazy dreams. Not crazy in the sense that they are really weird like R-rated, but mostly that they have totally nothing to do with anything. The thing they have in common is that they all have one thing or another to do with some form of love. Do you want to hear about them? Of course you do! Well, there is one that I remember very clearly. The others are kind of vague. I call the dream: Love Never Dies! (Yes, I give my dreams names.) The dream stars me, Whoopi Goldberg, Arnetia Walker, a homosexual, and a body builder. It is about this girl (me) who lost her mother when she was a year old and her father takes her to live with him. (Although I do not know it, my father is being investigated on charges of jewel smuggling.) A police woman (Whoopi Goldberg) moves in with my family as a maid to see if she can get any evidence on him. After a lot of time has lapsed; my father dies in a police raid. After the reading of the will, I receive a furnished house with a Mercedes and a Honda in the garage. Whoopi adopts me and moves in with me. Later on, her sister (Arnetia Walker) moves in too and I have two moms. One is a "stable well-mannered, well-dressed sophisticated and intelligent woman. The other is the exact opposite. That's it for the dream scene. Love ya! Mary P.S. I don't know where the homosexual came in.

Maybe Life Isn't That Bad

Dear You Know Who, I was missing something, well I at least thought I was. I would look at other people and I would see something in them that I did not see in myself. Maybe I was wrong. I don't know, maybe I had something that they long for and I didn't know it. I was really concerned. I think I had let the envy monster get the better of me. I don't really understand. I just wish I did. Can anyone help me? What am I talking about? L-O-V-E!!! Maybe life isn't as bad as I thought it was. Well until we actually meet. Love ya! Again... Mary P.S. How's the man in your life?

Been A Long Time

Dear You Know Who, "Heavenly Father, it's been a long time since I've held her in my arms..." -Chuckii Booker It's been a long time since I've held anyone in my arms, but anyway life goes on. That's all for now. Love, Mary

Getting A Date

Dear You Know Who, "Promises, Promises. We don't keep them..." -Christopher Williams How's life and things like that? Life's ok, but mostly boring and lonely. I am still discussing my failed love life. Although you probably don't really have too much of a problem with getting a date as I do. Maybe you did when you were younger, but maybe you didn't either. My dad keeps telling me that when I am older I will have men coming out of my ears. Somehow, I don't believe him. That's pretty much it for now. Love, Mary

I'm Cryin'

Dear You Know Who, "...I wanna go outside in the rain... I don't want nobody to see me cryin'... And drown my tears in the rain..." -Malira Yea, so why am I crying? Why? Well, because my social life leaves little to be desired. All the guys I have ever liked have all seemed to just kind of fade away. First there was Quinton. I met him when I was 14. He was cute and things like that. He gave me a necklace and some earrings. I told my mom and she made me give it back to him, then she talked to him. After that, I never saw him anymore. There was Brian Jameson. Every girl at my school at one time or another had a crush on him. At the time, I had a crush on him, he had a girlfriend. BOMB... There was DC Brown. He said that I was too sweet for him to mess over me and he never really said anything more to me than hi or how are you doing. BOMB... There was this guy named John Robert Proctor. I asked him to this Christmas dinner we were having at work. He couldn't go because he had a basketball game out of town. He transferred to another college because he did not get enough playing time. This was not really a bomb. He just kinda faded away. There was this guy named Jerrod Patrick. I called him once and we had a class together other than that no contact. BOMB... There is now this guy named Derrick Norman. We had been writing letters, but I have not received a letter from him since August 6. I don't know if this will end up as a bomb. Until, Love ya! Mary