30.01.06 - 10:48 a.m.
what i want to say, in handwriting, in a card attached to a package containing the two shirts she gave me, is WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? i want my cursive to spell it out for her. i want to bleed on it for effect. what i might do is write back to her, saying no, i don't want to talk about it. i'm too busy being judged by my friends which -- as you can imagine -- is extremely time consuming. but thanks for the offer and half-assed apology. what i will say, because i am older and calmer than her, with a longer attention span and better understanding of things, generally, is something else entirely.