Mar 28, 2009 18:01
Dear New Friend,
We have so much in common (House, Dr. Horrible's Sing-along blog)! And, of course, you are hilarious and never fail to make grape soda come out of my nose in fits of laughter. I know you have an adult job and lots of adult responsibilities, and my wide-eyed child demeanor needs talking down to in order to fully understand the radiant glow of your fast-paced, real-world, work force life-style. And you work hard too! All night sometimes! And anyone who works their alloted hours from nine to five, are lazy slackers! You've taught me so much. And of course, you're a man with needs! And it is silly of me, a naive 19-year-old to think that you would want something other than me naked. I'm sorry I couldn't comply with your needs. Or that I was too boring and wanted to talk about unimportant things like life and writing and people. Silly me. So it is no wonder that you, all of sudden, out of the blue, started ignoring me. It is my fault, and for that I am truly and DEEPLY apologetic.
Sincerely,
Your Naive 3-Week BFF