another letter to another ex-girlfriend
(because sequels are "in" this year)
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hey badoodles, its been way too long. so long that I fear that our petnames have outgrown us to the point where i'm not suppose to call you that anymore.. besides, you're liable to turn violent at any hint of familiarity.
guess you were right the first time, huh? guess i did turn out to become a real prick after all. our ex-relationship had all the qualities of a bad joke. the kind where the doctor says "the operation was a success but the patient is dead". and its ironic too how things have come full circle. things started between us because of a letter that you gave me, and im going back to letter writing to jog me out of my lj burnout.
woops. where are my manners? how've you been? still at IMS (international montessori school)? you've always been the type to stick it out, even if it did tax you. you always were on the frail side, not to mention thin. but if I remember correctly, you had the capacity to eat for two. hah! you'd eat anything... but fast food was always your favorite. is it still? have you changed that much? have you lost your penchant for fish balls and kikiam and buko juice? sigh... those were the days.
somehow, I feel you don't recall them as the "good old days," seeing that we had a "falling out" (it's the nicest thing i can think of), although i must admit, i was a real jerkoff back then. hmmm... guess i still am. sorta. but people change... and the things we pick up along the way must have some lasting effect. because if it didn't, i'd still be a complete asshole.. instead of just being half an ass. hahaha... i can actually hear you saying: "add half-a-gallon of shit to half-a-gallon of ice cream and what do you get? a gallon of shit." i hope you can actually see me giving you the hand gesture universally known as "the finger" after a retort like that.. even if it is just in my head. heh. a half-ass has got to do what a half-ass has got to do.
that's it I guess. maybe it's a little too late for good-byes, but just the same... good bye.
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hey badoodles, its been way too long. so long that I fear that our petnames have outgrown us to the point where i'm not suppose to call you that anymore.. besides, you're liable to turn violent at any hint of familiarity.
guess you were right the first time, huh? guess i did turn out to become a real prick after all. our ex-relationship had all the qualities of a bad joke. the kind where the doctor says "the operation was a success but the patient is dead". and its ironic too how things have come full circle. things started between us because of a letter that you gave me, and im going back to letter writing to jog me out of my lj burnout.
woops. where are my manners? how've you been? still at IMS (international montessori school)? you've always been the type to stick it out, even if it did tax you. you always were on the frail side, not to mention thin. but if I remember correctly, you had the capacity to eat for two. hah! you'd eat anything... but fast food was always your favorite. is it still? have you changed that much? have you lost your penchant for fish balls and kikiam and buko juice? sigh... those were the days.
somehow, I feel you don't recall them as the "good old days," seeing that we had a "falling out" (it's the nicest thing i can think of), although i must admit, i was a real jerkoff back then. hmmm... guess i still am. sorta. but people change... and the things we pick up along the way must have some lasting effect. because if it didn't, i'd still be a complete asshole.. instead of just being half an ass. hahaha... i can actually hear you saying: "add half-a-gallon of shit to half-a-gallon of ice cream and what do you get? a gallon of shit." i hope you can actually see me giving you the hand gesture universally known as "the finger" after a retort like that.. even if it is just in my head. heh. a half-ass has got to do what a half-ass has got to do.
that's it I guess. maybe it's a little too late for good-byes, but just the same... good bye.