December 2010
16 posts
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“And won’t you think I’m pretty
When I’m standing top the...”
– The Used
“For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while. It’s something...”
– Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day)
Dear Best Guy Friend,
Dear Best Guy Friend,
I legitimately love you. For real. :)
You make me happy.
:D
Love,
Jessica.
Dear Men,
Dear Men,
I’m sorry, but where do you get off treating women with no respect? Where do you get off treating them like dirt beneath your shoes?
I was taught show respect to people who show you respect. Saying that I never showed you any is bull shit, because I have given you multiple chances to show me what you’re made of. But you fell through, and that’s when I retaliate.
I am...
“We’re all in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars.”
Dear Rite-Aid Store Clerk,
Dear Rite-Aid Store Clerk,
Did you know that 34 cents makes a difference? I know I was 34 cents short on the $27.67 purchase I had made at the Rite-Aid that you work at. But I need to thank your for your generosity, and letting it slide. I needed the supplies that I picked up, and you obviously saw that.
When I left the store, I smiled. :) You were nice.
Love,
Jessica.
Dear Santa Clause,
Dear Santa Clause,
For Christmas, I want my belly-button pierced, and a tattoo on my left shoulder blade. But most of all, I want him. If you’ve been paying attention to me within the past days, you know who I am talking about.
Love,
Jessica
Dear Work,
Dear Work,
I am sixteen. Though it is flattering that you think I am doing a good job, I dislike working until midnight on a school night, as well as making me miss drill team. You are an awesome place to work at, do not get me wrong. I just do not see eye to eye with your scheduling.
Love,
Jessica.
Dear Young Man Driving By Me,
Dear Young Man Driving By Me While Screaming “DRILL SUCKS!”,
I believe you need to spend more time searching for a life, then wasting your voice and energy to scream “Drill sucks!” as you drive by. I understand your frustration with the sport, yet I do not appreciate you’re approach to telling me. Make some suggestions next time.
Love,
Jessica.
how can one person go from holding you, randomly stopping to kiss you, and tell you they want to see you everyday,
to only speaking to you once a day?
how can they suddenly just pretend,
that one day never happened?
i want to see him, feel him, hug him, kiss him.
and i can’t figure out if he wants to as well.
this. sucks.