Thursday, September 1, 2011
dear boys, part eleven
Sometimes, I do still miss you.
You are our favorite neighbor.
dear James Blunt,
Your profile pictures could be in magazines. It should be illegal to be that attractive.
dear bike boy,
I like everything about you.
Granted, I hardly know anything about you. But, what I do know- I like.
dear vacuum boy,
Yesterday, I saw you holding hands with a girl on campus.
Maybe if I had said more than "ooh, hot pockets? nice!" to you, that girl could have been me.
Jessi and I aren't leaving the left-handed desk open for you this year, but oh do I have a funny story for you.