Saturday

.brought to you with the best intentions and the worst mispellings...

You are not allowed to like me.
I forbide it.
I find you busy
Your Unruly
I absulutly positively refuse to talk to you.
We will never be friends.
Take a hint.I hate you forever.
You dont have to be nice
I will never ask you for a thing.
Your a distraction
Your conversation is a distraction.
quit writing.
Your just making it worse.
Stop Already.
just dont forget me.

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...