November 7th, 2003


Get it off! Get it off!

The woman who lived here before us has still not gotten around to forwarding her stupid mail to her stupid new address. Thus far we have received a letter addressed to the "Pro-Life Representative" of the local Fundie church, a YM magazine that was destined for what we assume was her teenage son, and today, along with a brochure shouting "Denture Wearers: Look at This!" in loud red letters, what appears to be a newsletter from the local booster society of the Canadian Alliance.

Uck. The next time this woman comes 'round to fetch her mail, and gods willing, I will be the one who receives her, I am going to tell her that any future creepy mail that arrives in our mailbox not addressed to us will be taken right over to the post office, where I will tell them that I don't care what they do with it, but stop sending it to *us*.

We've been here almost three months. She's been out a month longer. Forwarding her stupid mail is *not* that hard.
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I have this Geography project all about the propagation of exotic/invasive species. I got Africanized Honey Bees. Interesting subject, you say. Yeah. Fascinating. Except I keep getting all twitchy, just reading about it.