Dear Ernesto:
I know you've heard a lot of this lately, but I'd like to make my own request. First of all, please don't listen to Tom, who's begging you to be a Category 4. I know you're but a tropical storm right now, and I'd like to ask you to stay that way or to disintegrate all together. Not only do I not want to be trapped in my house watching the endless rain and worrying about my brand new car flooding (emphasis on BRAND NEW), but Kim Shable is coming. And frankly, I've had a really, really (emphasis on REALLY) crappy week. And I've been looking forward to Kim Shable coming for weeks. We have a date with my back porch and a six pack. We have to get to Krispy Kreme when it's HOT & FRESH. Not to mention that she hasn't even seen She's the Man yet. Do you want to deny her that opportunity? So if you could sacrifice your delusions of grandeur and just GO AWAY, that would be great. Thanks so much.
XO,
Ash
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
A Direct Appeal
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3 cat calls:
Dear Sucknesto,
I'm with Ashley. This is likely my last trip to Wilmington of the year, and I will be supremely peeved if you pull a Delta Airlines on me and turn this whole thing into a debacle that ends up with me wearing the same underwear two days in a row. Do not think I won't fight you tooth and nail.
Love and kisses,
Kim
Dear Sucknesto,
Thank you for (so far) arriving a) early and b) wimpily. I don't know if wimpily is a word, but it seems appropriate. Anyway, it's appreciated. Seeing as, I really really want to watch She's the Man this weekend, too.
Kind regards for now,
pen
Oops, did I incite Ernesto's wrath? I feel like I jumped the gun with that "wimpily" reference. Damn.
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