Dear Medusa,I can't do this anymore.
It's not really about the obsession with sculpture, the bloody dandruff, or the thick scales stuck in the soap bar; I just really think we should start spitting and hissing at other people.
I will always remember the good times -like that time we tickled Sisyphus until he dropped his rock and he hadda start History all over- but we've grown in different directions, and I want my half of the direction our music collection has taken. And my Dean Koontz paperbacks.
We're just too different. I think we should just be friends. And I'm not good enough for you . . . you need to find someone who will treat you like you deserve being treated for.
It's not you; it's me.
Don't come by unexpectedly; my new girlfriend has a 'thing' for blindfolded mongooses.
Your Friend Always,
LOBO
5 comments:
Hey Lobo,
You still there ? Just between us, I don't think she is going to take it like a lady.
Be careful, dude, she is a mean one...
I agree. Medusa's a mean bitch. Didn't she eat her babies? But you said what you had to say. A blog is good for addressing people like her. Time to get out of town for a while, though, maybe move to a new place, definitely invest in a new phone. And good luck!
She can 'tame' my 'snake' any day of the week.
Medusa may be a real mean beotch, but how well can she pull your finger?
meow.
Ha!
Read a big chunk of your site in one sitting. Gotta come back tomorrow to read some more. Good, demented fun!
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