Dear Sutthida Torr:
Please stop annoying me about my love life. I don't have a boyfriend and your comments simply rub the salt in the wounds. It also pisses me off and I feel like throwing something whenever you open your mouth. Yeah. So, stop it and shut up. Or I'll start the blog without telling you and make you and Kyle's relationship the front page.
Yeah, that doesn't sound pretty, does it?
Dear Erika Kroker:
STOP. PUSHING. ME. TOWARDS EDWARD AND GABE. NEXT TIME I WILL MAKE YOU PAY ME ALL THE COOKIES I'VE BOUGHT YOU. YEAH. THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY, ISN'T IT!?
(Meaning stop it. Please? I'm begging.)
Dear Rachel Lynn Lemon Frost:
I really love you, but if you keep texting me for the most random things without asking me about my day I'm going to have to come over and find out what the heck is going on over there. I'm sorry about you being stressed-trust me, we all are- but...yeah. I miss you.
Dear Rachel Leah Lime Yorke:
You. And. I. Need. To. Hang. Out.
Soon, because I'm going to finish your notebook tomorrow. I think I should add more pictures to the cover...but meh. I probably will.
I love you and miss you, too!
Dear Everyone Else Who Reads This Blog:
I'm really sorry for bombarding all of you with this information. But I'm just really tired about the teasing/crap that I've been getting these past two weeks. So yeah. Read The Hunger Games. Soon. It's the best decision of your life.
(Maybe not.)
Love,
-Angie
Dear Angie,
ReplyDeleteRubbing salt hurts the wound, but it also heals the wound after the hurt.. Like alcohol!
Dear Angela,
ReplyDeleteI am sooo sorry!!! :( but I only did it a couple of times.
Sincerely,
Erika
Dear Sutthida:
ReplyDeleteOh shut up. It does not.
Dear Erika:
It's all right, I mulled it over and I shouldn't have typed that in all caps. So, I'm sorry and I accept your apology. ^^
Love,
Angie
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