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[12 Nov 2009|09:23am] |
Dear Creepers at the Pleasantville Train Station,
"My friend wants ta holla atchu. Kin I gettcha numba?" is not an acceptable pick-up line for a variety of reasons; let's discuss a few.
1. I am a well-dressed female; if I even understood what being "holla"-ed at meant, I would probably not welcome it.
2. You are dressed like a hoodlum. Since I am a well-dressed female, it is unlikely I would enjoy being "holla"-ed at by a dude who looks like a hobo... ON PURPOSE. Dress for the girl you want to get, not the one you don't have.
3. Let your friend do his own picking up. Clearly either you are lying and want my number for yourself, or your friend is afraid of approaching a female. Regardless, you should never start a relationship with deception, nor will a relationship prosper if one party is overly nervous around the other.
4. A train station is not an acceptable place to pick someone up on-purpose. Bars, restaurants, and clubs are meeting places which come with the assumption that at least half the clientele are there to find a mate; a train station, in the middle of the day, carries no such assumption.
Now I hope you have seen why your pick up tactics did not work on me, and will probably never work for attracting an intelligent, worthy mate. Hopefully, you will alter your methods and try again, preferably not on me, and preferably at a more suitable location.
Thank you,
Liz
P.S. I GOT A JOB AT BORDERS!
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[10 Nov 2009|11:38pm] |
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i'm forgetting.
everything.
it's simple, to forget. to start over now. i can erase whatever i want. and i will. no problem, right? no- none at all. lymes disease finally did something useful for me: instead of making me feel like a freak, it has given me control. i can choose what to remember, what to forget, and i can live life the way i want to.
so i will forget.
i am forgetting.
starting with michael j.
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