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[limenal]

I wish that the mail would stop coming to my house. Occasionally, it brings fun things, like written invitations to parties, or holiday cards, or lovely packages from torreycanyon filled with items that exactly match my aesthetic tastes. Mostly, though, it brings medical bills and a bunch of bullshit that I don't care about but am still responsible for keeping

Comments

[nachomama]

You don't work for the TLC, do you? Did I miss that?

I am a master googler!

[nachomama]

Not TLC. But awesome just the same.