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The letters no one reads
Dear person who not only stole my birthday present from
mollymoon, but also $70 worth of limited-edition perfume I ordered and now cannot reorder, off my doorstep,
Fuck you sideways with a pineapple. I know you're somehow associated with the people who moved in across the hall in February, because I lived here for a year and a half and never lost so much as a J. Crew catalog until you moved in. Since you moved in, or your friends/relatives moved in, I've lost two clearly marked Priority Mail boxes with my name on them. I don't steal YOUR mail, fucktard. And I can't say anything to you about it because Dog knows what you'll do during the day while I'm at work and I have kittens to protect.
But I AM calling the apartment rental office and the local post office.
No love,
Cedar