Jun 07, 2007 17:57
Today at worked sucked less. I installed windows. It was much better due to there being actuall thought/process involved.
And now a letter.
Dear Hot-boss guy at work,
You're younger then me, which upon reflection is slightly creepy, but you have a cute face and look like a hotter version of Paul Mccartney. Thankyou for unconditionally bringing me a slurpee and for letting me go home 20 minutes early.
I like you. Do you like me?
Sandra.
And another letter.
Dear so-so-soooo hot Scottish Concrete Pourer,
Please offer to sit with me at lunch more often. I'm happy you're not married and though you're 11 years older then me, the fact that you compete in Highland Games and that your clan doesn't hate my clan makes me happy. Have I mentioned that seeing you shirtless lifted my spirits and actually has me wanting to go back tommorow? Lets be friends.
Sandra
Dear Adonis from Barbados,
You have the hottest male body I have ever seen outside of hollywood. Too bad your attitude sucks like a camel doing a monkey. Please go fall face first into concrete. You're tactless, and your spitting habbit pisses me off.
Angry Sandra