inthiscity is the literary pet of a city girl who loves music, climbing trees and flying kites. she is a haphazard student. when she has the time she reads. she has social anxiety disorder, but sometimes she falls in love with girls, and sometimes boys [but not that way] and sometimes the whole world all at once. most of the time she just chills out with her side kick, Boo! i n s h o r t: inthiscity is a blog about music, strangers, books, oddities and [sometimes] falling in love.
January 24, 2004
So I'm sitting in the middle of my floor, surrounded by envelopes, papers and various office supplies. I've rummaged through my "MAIL" shoe box, formerly of the ADIDAS variety. I've searched through every note book I've ever owned looking for proper addresses. I'm scoured every e-mail in my in box in a desperate attempt to locate my list of addresses. Finally I find a small pile of post-it-notes in a variety of colors sitting on my desk. Voila... Right under my nose. Now I have piles of needing to be stamped, needing to be addressed and stamped, and needing to be completed then addressed then stamped. Quite a system I have going here. Basically, anyone who I've promised 'zines, postcards, envelopes full of random papers, or other such mail wonders, they will be coming very very soon. If anyone else would like to do a mail trade with me, recieve a 'zine, or would just like to get mail in the near future, e-mail me your address and I'll see what I can do.
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