Woah, incredibly creepy and sad. That picture still gives me the chills. I'm just glad I never got to actually meet her. It would probably have been even more weird for me to look at.
ahh yeah, the hanged crack whore. your hubby wrote about it. and i dont know if ive been reading since day one, but i know ive been reading since last christmas. when we all met at that dinner thing. that was fun. where have you been? we still havent gone to have our lunch/dinner thing.
That is really messed up.
Did you think you want to wear the shirt anymore? I'm not a giantly supernaturalist person or anything, I just thought it might be a bit ooogly-feeling to wear it now.
My landloard in college did the same thing. Except it was in house he owned across the street from us. We could see him swinging from the ceiling fan. When we told one of out "roommates" (you know the one's that live there but don't pay rent) he said "In Georgia when somebody kills themselves we bake a peach pie."
Oh shnap, I do remember the cracken woman!
That's too bad about her. There was this lesbian couple who lived across the alley from me at my old house. One of 'em did the same thing..OUTSIDE. It was a pretty bad site. It's just sad..........
thats just so frickin nuts,, im gonna go cry now. 
