today i sent myself a letter.
not really a letter, more of a contingency plan.
what to do in the event of abandonment.
i doubt if it will ever arrive because the postman pinches from me.
he has no sympathy for a crying girl with itchy eyes and a tissue drying on a radiator. and you would think someone would, wouldn't you?
i have been lost for an indefinable length of time.
and now, the end is near,
'cos the dog just ate my map.
Monday, December 4
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You must have got this kind of compliment before but i still have to say: You're such an inspiration to me.
here's what not to do...
Oh no bean, that's not good. That's bad.
Come over and we'll have tea. It's good tea. It's a fruit one, with little pieces of fruit in it. And then I'll get to show off and use the Japanese tea set I have.
Abandonment is a myth, and is usually a case of someone doing you a big favour, ie. arranging fate so you can drink fruit tea and meet someone else's cat and dog.
i have a letter to post to you still. i hope the postman doesn't pinch that.
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