Friday afternoon, I was welcomed home by two bits of particularly fun mail: my diploma (sans double major distinction)and my letter of acceptance to grad school
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"go over my head." Translation: "your babble reflects an incomprehensible level of insanity that I find off-putting and ultimately worthy of pity. Seek medication."
I know, I know. I've heard it all before.
Si, Kelly informed me of your and Josh's relocation. We stopped by the complex the other day, but realized we had no idea which apt was actually yours...and there were simply far too many doors to try the "knock and see" method. Most unfortunate.
No Stipe-glimpse as of yet. I don't think so, at least. All white men look the same to me, so it's hard to be sure. I will be unemployed in 45 minutes. Hot diggity damn. If I-85 is re-opened, I will be in Athens for good by around 9pm.
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I know, I know. I've heard it all before.
Si, Kelly informed me of your and Josh's relocation. We stopped by the complex the other day, but realized we had no idea which apt was actually yours...and there were simply far too many doors to try the "knock and see" method. Most unfortunate.
Caught a Stipe-glimpse yet?
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I did see Amy Ray at Tortillas once.
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