Monday, September 27, 2010

Dear Creon of Thebes,

I'm really sick of your ass.  Tonight, instead of talking about you, I was reduced to giggles.  Get out of my life.  This is what Myriah had to make of you. 


I'm sick of you.  Get out.  Antigone? I banish you from my life.  Three times is too many!


love,
hannah

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