| dear edwin, | |
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the snoring. my god, the snoring. also becoming overly irritated with house life. how do i know? because the fact that every single person besides me (and the baby, of course) refuses to hang up the foot towel by the shower over the shower door nicely makes me want to relegate said towel abusers to outdoor quarters, with no bathroom privileges. how terrible, right? it’s only a towel. but, clearly, i read into crumpled, damp towels too much. as if their sorry state exhibits a complete disregard for civility. or something. the snoring. fueled by a generic nyqui1 haze - 13.11.09 1-800-same-old-story - 22.10.09 “just a thought” brought to you by m. - 20.10.09 don’t stop believin’? - 08.10.09 sisterly love - 05.10.09 |