This post is entitled after an Envy song for two reasons. One, it fucking rules and is song of the day for sure. Secondly, in March 2009 me and Nat's Dad went to New York. Part of that trip included a visit to Coney Island and oddly enough, we actually found a message in a bottle. I took the message and promised Jeff I would get in touch with the authors, even though it appeared that they were barely literate. I didn't bother purely because the contacts were for AOL Instant Messenger and I didn't have it. Or, in other words, due to laziness.
Well today, on the official move out day for Nunnery, and with Becky and Pete gone, I am fucking bored. So I decided to install AIM and look the dude(tte)s up.
It turns out that none of the profiles listed are available.
Mystery. And peace.
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