March262008

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heddaville:

Dear The New Yorker,

Stop being such a devious and calculating publication with your incessant weekly deliveries of brand new issues. You just show up in my mailbox whenever you feel like it and make me feel like a busy jerk who’s just living her life and can’t find time to devour all your shiny and perfect and incredibly fascinating articles. You cruel and insensitive magazine. Shame on you.