they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
pox upon your house! + 2004-05-04 = 1:26 p.m.
_ black moment at work when i discover someone has thrown out my lunch. that someone being my boss. this boss being the type who throws out anything she finds in her path. countless lunches and coffees and invoices and credits and books and mugs --all tossed like sacrifical lambs into the gaping black mouth of the trash. meowwwwrrrr! sit outside on my half-hour break and read new yorker profile of dorothea tanning & try to ignore noisy stomach hunger pain sounds. xoxox, mew-mew
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