my mail comes consistently at 12:25, i have never understood how the carrier manages this but i think i should bake her something for being such a punctual individual. anyhoo, under a stack of college letters and catalogs was a quite peculiar looking letter from "e. body" addressed to "ms. e bean". i knew exactly what the contents would be, and i carefully peeled off the wax seal and was greeted by this gem of a letter (i can take this down if you wish, mr. body, but everyone should read this for it is lovely). i wish more people would utilize their ability to send little pieces of art through the mail

i really should be doing something with this sun i have been given. i say i like sitting here doing nothing, but i really don't. it's a defense mechanism. i can't stay here anymore, but there is nowhere to go so what is the point of even thinking about it?

dear imaginary friends,

please mortalize so we can have tea parties and swim and do each others hair and go to movies and throw popcorn at each other. these things are fun

xx e.b.

and i don't think it's good that every time i lie down i got deaf in my left ear

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