he hates me.

the mailman and i are feuding, i think.

i think he hates me because he never brings me anything worth my time

and he thinks i'm whole-hearted neglecting him

we both have valid points.

i don't think i checked my mail for two weeks.

my mailbox is itty bitty small.

{notice the letters there on the right? the ones that were crammed and crumpled into the box as a sign of this-is-how-i-feel-about-you from the mailman?}

so, here's the pile before i sifted through it for the important stuff.

and this is what was left. the throw away/shred pile.

all i got was a dentist bill and a letter from my grandpa. that's IT.