Chronically Burnt Mail

We just got the mail in at my law office and six of the letters were burnt. Not entirely but all of their corners and in a perfect circular manner that leaves us thinking someone was smoking and the peculiar and distinctive smell leaves us thinking it wasn't cigarettes they were smoking. Post Office Chronic, yo. lol. Or something to that effect.

So our office reeks and I want to eat brownies. Hah. Not really. I just felt like typing that. In other news, my knees really fucking hurt and yet I've done my stretches and my many fucking breaks in jumping rope. I bet you anything it's skating. Hmm. Whatever though. I'm going to buy some stinky medication and some knee braces or whatever those things are and all shall be well.

I say this as the person who ran around playing soccer for over a month on a broken foot. Last time my mother called me a wussy!