stinabean

there was a knock on my door today. i opened it and there was a postal worker there.
"is everything ok in here?" he asked.
"...yes," i replied, wondering if my music had been loud. as i was playing bad touch by the bloodhound gang i could see why that would be awkward or something.

he handed me my letter to God. he mumbled something about someone needing to talk. he said that it was going to be stamped: 'rejected,' but he didn't think that was a good idea. it says 'return for better address.'

'i think she just wanted to see what would happen,' i said, implicating my roommate because otherwise it would've just been weird...

i wrote a letter to God and it was sent back.

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in other news, the bf is outta town (in vegas!). i hope he wins a lot of money and spends some of it on me. so the roomie and i are having ourselves a girls weekend. it's gonna rock the hizzouse. pictures if i feel like it.