When I cannot say it …
… I write a mental letter. Thoughts from this week:
Dear yappy dog next door,
I’M COMING FOR YOU.
Dear other drivers,
Your car windows are transparent. I can see you picking your nose with both hands.
Stop a-speakin’ the Spanish in class. Wait and make fun of me when I’m not standing right in front of you.
I thought your species was supposed to enjoy lying on their people’s feet. WHY WON’T YOU LIE ON MY FEET? They’re cold. Help a sister out.