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Sunday, December 26, 2004

Gone Fishing

For those of you who are unaware, I am in Colorado for Christmas and will be back in Maryland for the 30th of December. I've gotten two very nice e-mails inquiring as to whether the previous post was a suicide note of sorts. Trust me, my suicide note will be a lot less cryptic as it would take the form of:

Suicide Note, Draft One
1) Hey, Sarah, remember that time in first grade where we were picking presidents and I wanted Chester A. Arthur and you took him, just becuase you knew I wanted him? I hope you fucking choke for that.
398) Hey random girl who wouldn't hold the elevator? You were ugly in that scarf.

And so on.

Anyway, if you need to get ahold of me (you don't) my e-mail is

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