so don't call me because i can't answer you
2007-08-19 12:59 a.m.

i suppose i should be glad that the man who stole my purse did not steal my laptop. after all, we did give him unbridled access to everything in our house, as we all hid in the kitchen pantry during a game of sardines. and he only took my purse, nothing else.

nothing else. just my favorite fucking bag with my goddamned identity in it. and my cigarettes.

we changed the locks, of course. yeah yeah.

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i'm-a-going to georgia! again? this time'll be a bit different. this is a bicycle, not a tricycle.

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good advice volume 8:

"darling, life will get a lot better once you learn to stop taking things personally."

"avoid nuts."

"try an engineer, lizzy."

"well, do like your mom said: don't talk to strangers. goodnight, elizabeth."