bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
been there and back again. too many thoughts and opinions and hormones get me in trouble.
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10.19.2002
HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!!!
if you've been keeping up with me, which i know you haven't because you don't exist, you may know that before i left to work at camp this summer, i mailed a letter to a certain someone in new zealand who flew a light plane in which i rode. i didn't know his last name but i threw a note in an envelope with a few pictures and let the international postal gods take care of the rest.
i pretty much gave up on getting a reply when two months had past but here we are at nearly the four month mark and lo and fucking behold, a mysterious postcard arrives in my mailbox from mitch of the mountain and birds. oh my god, i yelled repeatedly as i ran up the stairs so i could get home to share the news with my friends.
oh my god.
14:51
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