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Dear Migraine,
You make me feel like a smedium sized woodland creature is kicking me in the forehead repeatedly. I do not have my prescription meds and I refuse to take ten of those weak lil asprins for you to go away! Please remove yourself from the premisis immediately.
Dear Cramps,
Please stop ASAP! I will not let you continue to force me to curl up into a ball and bawl. GIT TA STEPPIN'! NOW!
Dear Financial Aid,
The word Aid means help. Thats what I need you to do.
Sincerely,
Me
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Turn OFF the damn TV!
Get a LIFE, NOT a FACEBOOK/MYSPACE page!
My womanhood is not contingent upon being a lady and my ladyness is not contingent upon calling you a bitch.
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