Heh. Welcome to the neighbor hatred club, sir. Population: me.

Today, as expected, was quite sad. Kristine showed up with a basket of stuff from Trader Joe's: food for the car (all items she's seen me eating: oreos, crackers, and trail mix), two cans of intensely caffienated coffee, chapstick, mints, gum, and a card with $50 in it. I had to work really hard not to start crying. It was just too much. I am going ( Read more... )

I'm making my journal friends-only because undesirable people are reading it, stealing from it, interacting with it, etc. Jeez and I thought vehement hatred was enough. All posts hereafter will be unreadable unless I like you.


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