Dearest Scoop (as in ice-cream):
In a change from my typical letter to anonymous men in this blog, my letter to you takes on a much less sarcastical tone. Perhaps that is because all my pent up anger and misgivings from the day I unleashed earlier on Amburlence. Although, perhaps, I should back up. The day was not, in it's entirety, a piece of shite. In fact that most important part of my day was also the most magical. My loverly cousin and I (as well as our parentals) went on a shopping trip for her wedding dress! And, as luck would have it, she found the perfect one!! And on her birthday no less! Anyway how does this all pertain to you you may ask? Well the lunch and wedding dress shopping was definitely the highlight of my day. Less fantastical was the realization that the mirrors at David's Bridal made me look about 300lbs. Also was the waking up at 830 to spend the morning moving furniture. And onto the fact that the floor guys didn't bother showing up today making all my effort in moving USELESS in that they wont be here until tomorrow. Extra shite. This all culminating in my general upset attitude towards so many other things in my life made for a pretty shit day that had happier elements. As I said before wedding dress shopping was the best part of my last few weeks! And I'm so happy to have been there with my best friend as she picked out the perfect dress. Back to you. Since my day was pretty shit I decided to relax by spending an hour and a half in the hot tub. After said excursion I decided to wander over to Coldstone Creamery. My hair was wet. I had absolutely no makeup on. When you asked me how my day was I just mumbled something about it being long and tiring. But your up attitude and genuine interest in my life was uplifting! Quickly I realized that your intentions were more flirtatious than I had initially realized. Given my crap day I was more than eager to reciprocate. So I wrote you this extremely long homage of a non-sarcastic love letter. Which, in fact, is very out of character for me. But it just shows how much your 10 minutes of flirting in my life really made my day. And really made me feel like I was worth something other than a shoulder to cry on, and a set of arms used too often to move shit for people that (other than one select person) fail to really give an overall shit. So thank you Mr. Scoop :)
Gotta Have It :D
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