Dear Self:
Next time you decide to "deal with the mail later," remember that "later" actually means "in four years when you're moving out of your apartment and realize you still haven't paid your medical bills, have 3 unused Barnes and Noble gift cards, uncashed checks from your grandparents, and an expired gift certificate for a local spa."
Perhaps next time you'll deal with your shit when it comes, and have a sane life. Quit making things difficult.
Holla,
Irene
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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