Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Dear Liar Liar Pants on Fire~

Okay, that's it. I give up. Seriously. How long have we been doing this dance? Almost two years? If you're going to lie to me, and just pretend to be something else, then you go do your thing, and I'm just going to keep doing mine & our things will not intersect. Which sucks, because I really wanted to intersect with you. But, I am too old for this shit. Honestly, though, why would you text that you're in work, when you're in the West Village, which is where I work.

Psst! C'mere & lemme tell you a little secret. I. Saw. You.

I just thought maybe, for some reason, you might be different. But it turns out, that I am a fool for having that expectation. Because you are like every other dude. And that means I can't really hang with you. Which is just a bummer.

Okay, I've gotta go now, Bob. Bye bye.

I'm going to watch The Apartment and laugh and cry, all at the same time.

Regretfully not yours...always,
Heather