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A Complete Psychological Portrait of the Woman Who Lived in My Apartment at Least Two Tenants Ago but Whose Junk Mail Still Gets Delivered Here
Likes to Make Things but Not on Sunday
Works in Photography and/or Enjoys Professional-Grade Tripods
Enthusiastic College Donor, Banner Aficionado
Has a God
Wears Lane Bryant Clothes, Poses Oddly in Them
Appreciates Her God's Mail-Order Jewelry Company
Is Presumably Sad She Is Not Getting Her Mail
I can't even write her a letter and admit my feelings because it would just get delivered back to me along with some other guy's Amnesty International address labels and my own, um, Amnesty International address labels.
This one's for you, Lisa Tuggs formerly of Lawrence St.:
True love waits, Lisa Tuggs. True love waits.
1 comment:
Careful. Lane Bryant specializes in, um, husky sized garments. But I do love me some Hobby Lobby. (It is certain those last two statements are dependent on each other.)
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