Archive - Dec 30, 2009



From a craigslist post, Letter to my dead girlfriend, via reddit:

Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn’t seem to find very funny.

One day, many decades in the future, some enterprising literature grad student will compile and analyze the gems Craigslist has to offer.