Dec 28, 2008 14:09
Dear Hot Staples Delivery Guy,
I only get to see you from afar, as I watch you and your rippling muscles heave the Health Regions office supplies into the adjacent building. My coworkers laugh hysterically at me, because during this brief 15 minute interlude, the phones remain unanswered and little old ladies remain disappointed that they can't regale me with their latest bunion story. But alas, its a sacrifice I'm quite willing to make.
I don't know your name at all, but just want to tell you that you look like a younger Pierce Brosnan with a better body and are wicked hot.
So one day, please stop by MY office building so that I don't look like a crazed, desperate (ok, well that shoe does fit, but whatever) lunatic on a manhunt (which would be the truth)
Wishes of kisses!
Bai
Signed,
Most desperate.
Kayla
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