August 2011
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Dear Internet at My Apartment,
I realize that I’m moving out in slightly less than a week (shit shit shit I need to pack what am I doing right now!), but it still upsets me that you are currently resisting me and faking me out every fifteen minutes or so. Because, I mean, it says that I’m connected to you (in more ways than one, you saucy minx), but you won’t load any of the pages that I open. And that makes...