The Virtual Lunatic

Today I arrived at my home in Farmville. I felt the day crash around me as I realize my entire Cara Potatoe crop has withered and died. So many to blame for this and no one to own it. The storm last night laughed out loud at my efforts to stay connected. I am disappointed, but not surprised that Shirley, Connie or Lisanne ..SOMEONE... did not stop by and save my crops. I knew in my heart that when my winery pub went into business they would all be silenced by their jealousy! Apparently we could hear a pin drop huh GIRLS?! It hurts me to think about the time and money that went into those plots! Skank! You call yourselves FARMER! UNFRIEND ME YOU JEALOUS IMPOSTERS! I have had enough of your rejection... your neglect. NEIGHBORS YOU ARE NOT!