Jan 23, 2007 15:46
dear mac,
i know you can't see this, and you probably won't ever see it. but last night you were a retard. you contradict yourself constantly and your pride is swelling up your head. by the way, i'm not a goddamn mind reader and neither is aaron. so chill out. we're both sorry. that's all i can say. i'm not going to grovel at your feet like in the past. i am not below you nor am i above you. i am your equal and definitely not a doll you can keep on your shelf anymore. i love you to death and you are my best friend in the world.
please stop being a jackass.
love, whitney
i didn't have to work last night. apparently customs hasn't recieved my drug test results yet. hopefully they'll get it today and i can start work tonight. i really need the money. being in debt is not a happy thing. :/
this saturday or next. me, you, and the rest of the posse are going to club therapy in providence. prepare yourself. aaron and i were checking it out online and it looks freakin' sweet. a nice mix of people, awesome techno and dance music, and "the best sound system in NE"!
we are going mofo's. you have no choice in the matter!