Thursday, February 4, 2010

Love letters




"February 4, 2010 5:34 AM
Anonymous said...
You make me sad. How about that.
/B."


Yeah Benjamin. How about that?
Really?
No, wait.
REALLY?

Ok.
Well.
I wouldn't want you to feel sad Benjamin.
I wouldn't want you to get hurt.
I mean. In any way. Hurt.
So here's some tips for you.
1. Stop being an ass.
2. Really. Stop.
3. I'f I make you sad, then don't read my blog. Stop calling me. Stop dropping by the cafe´. Basically, leave me alone. I think that's best for both of us, because like you said, I'm a "loony, unstable bitch", and if I ever see you again I will stab you in the eye with a screwdriver, and I don't mean the drink. Yes?

How about that?

Uppdat:

"Anonymous said...
How about grow up and answere my calls and leave me the fukn hell outa this damn blog, or what eva it´s called.
& yeah I took the bait, so fukn what."

5 comments:

  1. How about grow up and answere my calls and leave me the fukn hell outa this damn blog, or what eva it´s called.
    & yeah I took the bait, so fukn what.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Maybe anonymous should grow up and not take the bait...

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anise: <3
    Irish Chick soup: Word.

    ReplyDelete
  4. i had a benjamin. his name was patrick. i think it is ironic that they can dump us and then act like they own our pain. they don't want us to talk about them or what they did to us. too bad i say. it's the price of doing business.

    ReplyDelete

 
Top Blogs