Dear Lame Girly Brain That Has Taken Over My Normal One
Go Away. My Proper Brain knows that if a boy is not into me, it’s ok. The world is bursting full of rad kids for me to play with. So what if he’s amazing & beautiful & it was epic for the uhhh few days that it lasted, I am also amazing & beautiful & totally fucking epic & deserve all the happiness in the world. Getting mopey over the unmentioned fact that he’s clearly Over It won’t help. Your “wahh :(” attitude is totally salting my game. So please. Fuck off.
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Dear Douches
Stop wearing Juno t-shirts. You look retarded.Dear R train
Listen. You can’t just go express. Or at least tell me, louder than my ipod. I don’t know what the hell happened this morning, but you pissed a lot of people off. Me, not so much, I was just really confused. Um yea, so if the boss lady asks why I was half an hour late this morning, I just need you to tell her it was your fault, not mine. Thanks.Dear girlfriend
i used to have kleptomania but when it got really bad, i’d just take things for it.Dear Bus Driver
Stop being so overly cheerful and sitcom-y. Your singing and excessive grinning, plus your exclamations of, “Yeah, that’s right, I’m singing!” as the passengers look at you in bewilderment practically scream psychopath. Thanks.Dear Vicodin
I love you, unfortunately.Dear College
Give me my life back, you goddamned bastard.Dear Guinness
Stop being delicious, please. Either that, or stop being unhealthy. It’s starting to get on my nerves, you cool, refreshing home wrecker.
And tell your friend, Vicodin, that I tell him to stop it too.
