open letter to ex
Dear Ex,
You once told me that I shouldn't underestimate your uncanny ability to remember small details. You have proved over and over again that even though you looked like you weren't listening or you weren't paying attention or was once again distracted by some random entity, you actually were listening and/or paying attention and you weren't distracted at all. So you remember that I really really hate it when somebody replies to my text with only a "K". And you still remember the name of the last guy I dated. And much to my disbelief and utter horror, you bombard me with the very tiny details of my blog entries, details which I had mistakenly hoped would have receded to the annals of the memories of the readers who chanced upon them. Apparently not, because you remember everything. Ugh.
Ex, I may not be as good as you at remembering things but if there is one thing I'm pretty good at, it's online stalking.
Guess who found your blog dude?
*grins*
Naks. You have that spikey hair thing going on. Looks good on you. Your sister is making the peace sign behind you. And you're no help at all at rowing the boat. I want some of those crabs and sushi!!!
And you have a freaking bodyguard with an M16!!! See Ex, your lifestyle is still more glamorous than mine!!! Hotshot scion of a political dynasty from the south with an entire army of bodyguards is waaaaayyyyyy more hoity-toity and Hollywood-ey than being a girl with an LV bag.
So between you and me, I'm the commoner!!! I'm the normal unpopular person.
And Ex, don't worry too much about mean and heartless people. They were placed here on earth so that we can recognize and learn to value the goodness that we find in others. So that we will strive to find hope and strength and love in spite of their cruelty.
So who's more philosphical now? Me or Bianca?
My apologies to those who are perplexed by this letter. The only person who can actually understand it in its entirety is the one it is addressed to. Unfortunately I lost his phone number and so this is the only way I can tease him about having bodyguards.
You once told me that I shouldn't underestimate your uncanny ability to remember small details. You have proved over and over again that even though you looked like you weren't listening or you weren't paying attention or was once again distracted by some random entity, you actually were listening and/or paying attention and you weren't distracted at all. So you remember that I really really hate it when somebody replies to my text with only a "K". And you still remember the name of the last guy I dated. And much to my disbelief and utter horror, you bombard me with the very tiny details of my blog entries, details which I had mistakenly hoped would have receded to the annals of the memories of the readers who chanced upon them. Apparently not, because you remember everything. Ugh.
Ex, I may not be as good as you at remembering things but if there is one thing I'm pretty good at, it's online stalking.
Guess who found your blog dude?
*grins*
Naks. You have that spikey hair thing going on. Looks good on you. Your sister is making the peace sign behind you. And you're no help at all at rowing the boat. I want some of those crabs and sushi!!!
And you have a freaking bodyguard with an M16!!! See Ex, your lifestyle is still more glamorous than mine!!! Hotshot scion of a political dynasty from the south with an entire army of bodyguards is waaaaayyyyyy more hoity-toity and Hollywood-ey than being a girl with an LV bag.
So between you and me, I'm the commoner!!! I'm the normal unpopular person.
And Ex, don't worry too much about mean and heartless people. They were placed here on earth so that we can recognize and learn to value the goodness that we find in others. So that we will strive to find hope and strength and love in spite of their cruelty.
So who's more philosphical now? Me or Bianca?
My apologies to those who are perplexed by this letter. The only person who can actually understand it in its entirety is the one it is addressed to. Unfortunately I lost his phone number and so this is the only way I can tease him about having bodyguards.