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Sunday, September 14th, 2008
i hate mail. i hate envelopes and i hate it when my door buzzes when i’m not expecting someone even if it is only the delivery man. i usually throw away any letter that doesn’t look like a hallmark card with my grandmother’s cursive because i’m terrified of what’s sealed inside. my daddy cut up all my credit cards and deals with the accounts receivable representatives who call my home number asking for me by my mispronounced name in an attempt to collect my dept. it’s like they never get it. if i answer i usually tell them sorry she’s not here because she’s dead.
