Please, please, please don't start. I do not want to deal with bloody noses. I know it's dry and cold out, but come on, give me a break! When I go to the store looking like hell because my head hurts and I'm wearing mis-matched socks cuz I can't see straight, it looks bad enough. But when you start bleeding I look like a druggie who snorts whatever drug it is that you snort these days. It's kinda embarrassing.
I won't even look at you in the mirror and definitely won't touch you if you promise not to bleed.
I did not choke up near the end of New Moon. It's a teeny-bopper movie and I'm way more mature than that.
I mean, never mind the fact that Bella was being a complete beyotch to Jacob, never mind she was breaking his little heart. That did not affect me in the slightest.
That would be immature. And we both know that I'm not immature. Seriously. No, I mean it. For reals.
I'm rubber, you're glue,
I said I'd be making Christmas presents this year because
we're busted ass broke I love the joy of giving something hand crafted for the holidays.
So. You got some stuff made but now it's crunch time and you need to get your butt off of FB and blogging and get some
crap gifts finished!
And, I don't think it's bragging to pat yourself on the back for using the Skil Saw this morning. Way to go.
I was afraid of you, Skil baby, but now you're my bitch.
Go to Shortmama's to read more letters and have a great day everyone!