So I'm about to send the following e-mail:
Dear A*****,
You know I care about you. When you called me up for advice on cashing bad checks the first thing that crossed my mind was G******. I kept thinking
"This talented potential millionaire has fucked up once again." There's a part of me that wants to worry and save you and a part of me that says
"let her fuck up and learn." I chose the latter.
So far so good. Then you take issue with the words "good luck" in my text. Said issue turn into a fight. Now we have two intelligent adults fighting over bullshit. When the dust settles I asked myself, "why would a woman who hated drama go out of her way to spark some?" Then I remember that you're writing a docudrama about your life. Unfortunately every 18 year old has a similar story. Unless you cure cancer, fuck Barack Obama, or I come up with a Jay-Z style dynasty nobody is going to care.
Now that would be a damn shame. You have the artistic talent and skill to make Aaron McGruder sit on your lap. Instead you present yourself as one of the girls that J****** and I would laugh and toast a beer over. Please show me I'm wrong because I would hate to dismiss you completely. I would like to testify that "I knew A***** J****** back when...." instead of saying "She didn't catch it from me...."
The new woman in my life is pissed off about the attention I give you. All things considered she has a point. If she had simped over some dude the way I cupcake over you I probably wouldn't have fucked with her in the first place. Nobody wants to be a romantic interlude.
I would like to think of you as a friend. However, if you're actions interfere with my happiness then I have to deny you. Please don't make this necessary.
I'm wishing the best for you this year. Don't let me down.
Sincerely,
D***** M******
Ladies, if you got this letter from an ex-boyfriend what would you think?
Dear A*****,
You know I care about you. When you called me up for advice on cashing bad checks the first thing that crossed my mind was G******. I kept thinking
"This talented potential millionaire has fucked up once again." There's a part of me that wants to worry and save you and a part of me that says
"let her fuck up and learn." I chose the latter.
So far so good. Then you take issue with the words "good luck" in my text. Said issue turn into a fight. Now we have two intelligent adults fighting over bullshit. When the dust settles I asked myself, "why would a woman who hated drama go out of her way to spark some?" Then I remember that you're writing a docudrama about your life. Unfortunately every 18 year old has a similar story. Unless you cure cancer, fuck Barack Obama, or I come up with a Jay-Z style dynasty nobody is going to care.
Now that would be a damn shame. You have the artistic talent and skill to make Aaron McGruder sit on your lap. Instead you present yourself as one of the girls that J****** and I would laugh and toast a beer over. Please show me I'm wrong because I would hate to dismiss you completely. I would like to testify that "I knew A***** J****** back when...." instead of saying "She didn't catch it from me...."
The new woman in my life is pissed off about the attention I give you. All things considered she has a point. If she had simped over some dude the way I cupcake over you I probably wouldn't have fucked with her in the first place. Nobody wants to be a romantic interlude.
I would like to think of you as a friend. However, if you're actions interfere with my happiness then I have to deny you. Please don't make this necessary.
I'm wishing the best for you this year. Don't let me down.
Sincerely,
D***** M******
Ladies, if you got this letter from an ex-boyfriend what would you think?