"I'm sorry I can't go.MomMy mom's ditching me to go off and do her own dance thing. So, I don't have aIride there on opening night, but I'll be there tomorrow. Make sure you act just as well tomorrow as you did tonight.
Good luck!
Loving you always,
[Ex-boyfriend's name]"
I found this little letter in a box full of other letters from various guys in my class from middle school, when nobody had cellphones and IMing was this newfangled thing that could only work on big, faulty hulking computers and AIM was basically every parent's worst nightmare. "She's talking to someone and WE CAN'T EVEN TELL??? WTF!!!" Anyway, this note is from my first ex-boyfriend back when he wasn't my ex-boyfriend and thisissopatheticIactuallykindofmisshimnow. But then I remember that he has another Asian American girlfriend who is much better suited to his new....treehugger mentality and then I'm okay with it. Also he was a little short.
There are other letters in there, even one with an "urgent" sign drawn on it in colored pencil. That one was a warning from one the Suitors about another Suitor. It was war, definitely. Finding these little messages were flattering and amusing and I'm glad I took the time to clean out my desk. Some people say it's not a good idea to "live in the past," but I'm not exactly living in the past, am I? I'm just wondering what the h-e-l-l was so special about me 6-7 years ago that guys were sending around secret messages like major battle intelligence in order to covet me.
Tonight I'm going over to someone's house to hang out with several people who are 2-4 years younger than me....it's time for me to watch Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole to learn how to be a wizened sage. Like how an owl inherently is, you know?
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| You gotta admit, that looks pretty wize. |
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