that lying bitch

Dear Vacation,

With the exception of the $270 worth of CDs Saturday morning, the drunken orgy Saturday night, and the ants biting my goddamn feet Sunday morning while I lay peacefully sleeping....you have been somewhat of a letdown.

Sitting at my parent's lake house writing a letter to you at ten in the morning isn't what I was told would be happening.

I'm beginning to think Miss Cleo was just making shit up when I called.

Going swimming I guess,
Fu-Fu

August 13, 2001 | 9:44 a.m.

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