Sigh . . . The Saga Continues

You're not going to believe this. 'Cause I don't believe it. I almost crapped my pants yesterday when I opened up my e-mail and found a message from (scary chords: Dun, Dun, DUN!!!!!!) Inappropriate Sister.

She is, it would seem, in Africa and she sent an e-mail about her experiences to, well, it looks like everyone in her address book. I am conflicted about whether I will post it here - wait - no, I definitely won't post the whole thing because it goes on forever. I sent it to a friend of mine and her response? "This is a psychotic rant." Indeed. I'm also concerned about posting even a portion because with my luck, she'll Google CRAZYJESUSLOVE, find my blog, figure out what's up and have me fired. Okay, I take it back. I just reread this "paragraph" - and I use the term loosely, I decided it is just too freakin' strange for me to deal with alone. I'm a'scared. It makes me go to my "scary place." Just the spelling alone is enough to send me into an epileptic fit. Look, read and be very afraid. I give you the e-mail of a recent college graduate:

wow so here i am sara met me at the airport and was my saviors expression as she paid the visa soldier man that had me sat down bringing different guys to gawk at me but none help me coz i am not arabic able at all. i was sooooooooo tired even tho i had slept a double 4 hr. shift on the milano flight where an albanian man who lived in columbia tried to complain about rich girls i fell asleep on a two seet fetus ride, mmm , it was hard leaving the closeness that develped in Dakar.

I've seen the future of this country and its name is Rain Man. I may take this post down in a few days, just to cover my fat white ass, but few people in my "real life" grasp how crazy she is. Feel privileged, my friends! Oh - and also? The spellchecker almost exploded when it got to her paragraph.