mother fucking illiad, god, you are so lucky, you're done with it. I'm still in the fucking 4th book! I really think i am going to have to rely on spark notes. alex, where are you? i called you and left you a message and you haven't called me back! i miss you and besides my futile attempts to squeeze some sort of necessary girl-friend-info out of your live journal, i know nothing about your life right now. and you don't know that i might have a job at bitterroot and i have started to have such vivid day-dreams about Karl that i am actually confusing them with reality and asking molly to come along with us at 1:30 on saturday! Anyways, much love- maria
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