hell hath no fury like a bitter ol' lady!

I kinda wondered why the neighborhood was so wary of her, she seemed an odd, paranoid old bird, but now I see what they were trying to tell me.

Sheesh! I was painting my lightning dakini purple, with my friend Lydia-who, by the way, is a truly amazing artist, when Ms Riot Fence from across the street decided to pay us a vituperative visit-crikey, can the ol' thang release some venom when she gets all het up about something.

That something happened to be my housemates cat, on her property-although how anything could get by her fence and cameras, I know not! Man did she blast us a good one all about how folks should keep their animals to themselves and she hates cats and cats should be kept indoors....

I told her it was my housemates cat and my housemate was in China, she kept on yelling, so I said goodnight and shut the door. I could hear her muttering all the way back to her flagflyin' house.

She regularly patrols the streets too, inspecting everyones places and cars. What a way to live! Poor old woman! It's gotta be hell to be a being so full of hate and viciousness. Rebecca, my housemate, says she even hates her house and often spends the night at the hospital where she works rather than go home.

I wonder how she got so miswired?