Amber is so worried about being stalked that she just can't help her self, she has to keep posting...I guess she is addicted to DU...
But one of the other DUmmies calls her on her supposed fear of us:
Looks like Sammy understands that if you have a fear of something you usually steer clear of it, not walk into it with open arms.
I saw that earlier, and wondered what to make of it.
I think Amber's now certifiably ga-ga, and her sisters and ancient father need to put her away, where she can't hurt herself, and nobody else can hurt her.
You know, earlier today, I was reading one of those old
National Geographic pictorial books--this one published in 1973--about life in the Ozarks.
I'd never paid much attention to the Ozarks because I'm not one of these in to scenery and panorama and eye-candy and wonders of nature; I'm far more interested in people, than in places.
But the Ozarks look like a pretty nice, restful, mellow place to be, and one's left wondering why Amber prefers the dirty concrete and congestion of Tucson instead. If she wan't having the good life in the Ozarks, Hell, she's not going to find the good life
anywhere.
I noticed something else that sparked my curiosity, and quickly checked the other old
National Geographic pictorial books here--there's over a hundred of them--and found the same thing. If one inspects the people in the photographs closely, they all seemed a lot thinner than people are today.
One wonders what's happened the past forty years.