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Dusty Griffin, my ultimate middle school crush, was killed this morning in a car accident. It's a little surreal. Death is so hard for me to fathom, and it scares me more than anything.
Other than hearing that news, today has been a very enjoyable day. I came home for lunch and found this note taped to my bitchy neighbor's mailbox:
My confuesstion in life is what she hoped to accomplish with this awkward letter. Better postal service? Granted, this is only my transcribed version of the letter, its even sweeter in real life. I took a picture of it on my phone, but don't know how to get that online. Despite the evidence, this neighbor is not 11 years old. She's an adult with an unlucky child.
Other than hearing that news, today has been a very enjoyable day. I came home for lunch and found this note taped to my bitchy neighbor's mailbox:
My confuesstion in life is what she hoped to accomplish with this awkward letter. Better postal service? Granted, this is only my transcribed version of the letter, its even sweeter in real life. I took a picture of it on my phone, but don't know how to get that online. Despite the evidence, this neighbor is not 11 years old. She's an adult with an unlucky child.