September 28, 2005
baby i'm bad news
dear new york: i hate you.
dear bands who play in new york: it's not that i don't want to see you, it's just that i can't stand the crowds.
dear hair on my head: i might cut you all off.
dear tattoo on my wrist: it makes me happy to look at you.
dear friends: where should i move to when new york frees me?
dear friends: i really miss you terribly.
xo.
Posted by ree at 07:28 PM
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Come and visit me! And then let's move to the same place. Because I'm starting to think about where I wanna go when I'm done here, and it's not Moretown (well, it will probably be Moretown as soon as I get back, but beyond that...)
Picture a kitten clawing on a length of rope like she's in gym class and the words "Hang in There" typed next to her in a wacky font, letters askew.
s.
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Where to MOVE to? That's an easy one.
San Francisco.
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