Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Sunday, March 02, 2008


Dear Aeon,
You saved me from losing my mind.
You stopped me from killing my boss with windex, though she deserves it.
You gave me a place to escape to.
You were always my mid-point stop to Chicago.
I met so many friends there, and I probably won't see them again.
I WILL go to New Orleans to see you guys. I swear in blood.

Much Love,
That weird chick that read all the time, Liz.


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