Another random story

When I first moved into my house, I started receiving all of this weird junk mail. I couldn't figure out how I got on the mailing list for Miracle Ear hearing aids, Precious Moments catalogues, the Sisters of St. Francis, and numerous different invitations to a "FREE DINNER after a retirement financial planning seminar". I had only celebrated the anniversary of my 29th birthday once, just before I moved back to Michigan. I wasn't THAT old. I finally realized that since my grandma and I share the same name (except that hers was spelled with a C and mine is spelled with a K) and despite the fact that she died a year or two before I moved back, the post office has been forwarding me all of her junk mail. They can't seem to get my car insurance bills to me and have switched other bills back to my old Chicago address for no reason, but they CAN get me my grandma's junk mail. Maybe I should write a letter to Ben Gibbard to see if he can get this cleared up!

Anyway, let me know if you need the Precious Moments Christmas Catalogue. It came yesterday.

Oh, and if you live in NYC, Horrified Observers of Pedestrian Entertainment (HOPE) will allow you to turn in your Ashlee cd for "an album filled with real music."

The PIXIES tomorrow!

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