Wednesday, August 29, 2007
dear fred meyer,
i miss you. why don't you exist in new england? where am i supposed to go if i need a length of rope, some balsalmic vinegar, a copy of a key and some shoe goo? if i lived in the pacific northwest, i could just come see you, Fred. but nooooooo you are too good for new england and i am stuck running all over a town i hardly know trying to find an accordian folding clothes drying rack because the dryer in my basement is broken and my clothes are sopping wet . . . gosh, fred, we used to be so close and now i feel like i don't even know you anymore.wtf?
sincerely,
teeeeej
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