Sunday, May 11, 2008

i don't get it.

cards. i just don't get it. what makes a purchased printed sentiment so special that it's all but required for holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, and the like? and what says three or four bucks makes it your sappy sentiment? i hate cards--more in the in the sense that giving them is somehow obligatory, than a hate for bleached pressed wood pulp.

go on and like them all you want, i won't think any less of you. Just promise you won't be disappointed when i don't get you one.

cards i can get behind...sorta

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