Dear Old Man at Dance Class,
Please stop rubbing your old man junk on my partner. Thank you.
Dear Wife of Old Man at Dance Class,
Tell me, how is it that a human being can actually look like Mokey Fraggle? Also, stop coming to class high.
Dear Couch at My New Bar,
Listen, I know we just met, but I feel that there's something real going on between us. I'm afraid of these feelings that I'm developing you. It's too much, too soon. I don't know what I expect you to say, I just thought you should know.
Dear Human Decency,
It was good to see you, it's been a while. You should come around more often.
Dear The Japanese Language,
I am about to learn the hell outta you. I have even recruited the help of a giant. You may remember her from that time she rampaged through Tokyo. Oh, and a heads up, I hear she's coming back to finish the job.
Dear My Readers,
Time management is a real problem of mine that I am working very hard on solving. So, sorry about no post on Friday. Also, it seems that no one really liked my spoken word performance of Stayin' Alive. I understand. It's not for everyone. Bad news though, I'm going to keep doing them. I had a lot of fun with that, and I shall not be stopped. Sorry.
Thank you for your time,
Adam Jones
[Update]
P.S. - Dear Dream About Socks that I Had Last Night but Just Remembered,
WTF? Seriously.
3 comments:
I do not get the opportunity to read every post due to the fact that the universe has it out to get me and eats up what precious little time I used to think I had. I do, however, LIKE all your posts so just assume my name is stamped on them under that heading in the future. Ok?
Old guy at dance class really needs to just stop.
Wendy - I have reflected your opinion on my About page.
Sabrina - For serious.
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