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A letter to myself.

February 6, 2006

Dear Derek,

Yo, what’s ^ brotha? N2M here. Did u watch the Super Bowl? I did n I’m perty pissed. The Super Bowl was Super Bullshit. You know who should have gotten Super Bowl XL’s MVP award? The referees! I’ve never seen such piss-poor officiating in all my life. Fuck the Steelers and all who love them. OMG…

But other than that, how wuz ur weekend? Mine sucked LOL!!! I hate working in the drive-thru @ work cuz of all the ungrateful assholes that I have to put up with. If I’m going to be sick as a dog while taking their orders in a nice, friendly manner, they should at least have the decency to look at me while I’m giving them change and telling them to have a good day. They’re lucky I’m not allwed to be as nice to them as they are to me. I’d be kicking some ass.

We played football in the crappy weather on Saturday. And, like, LOL I’m soooooo sore! What’s worse yet iz dat we lost. I was soooooo sad –> 😦 Speaking of which, why am I writing you a note? And y am I saying dumb shit like “LOL” and “OMG” n stuff? This isn’t the internet. Maybe it’s just me b/c I like reading notes and I’m lonely and tired. Maybe not. Maybe it’s cuz Scientology really is the correct religion and Xenu the space alien is planting all of this into my mind. Maybe I’m projecting a conversation with some voice in my head because I have an unexplained, deep-rooted fear of being hollow. Nah, LOL!!! That’s sily. It’s prolly becuz da chicken did come before da egg. I can’t imagine life without opposable thumbs. Turning a doorknob would suck. LOL!!!
I have a song stuck in mah head rite now LOL!!! Itz called “Tearjerker” by Korn. Oh, and “Open Up” by Korn is stuck in mah head 2 HA-HA! I should be paying attention to calculus rite now instead uv writing mahself a note. I feel like shit.

I need to put gas in my car =(

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One comment

  1. Oh, Derek. It’s hard for me to know what to say. You should take pictures of those people in the drive-thru though, so I know who’s giving you a hard time.

    The part that makes me the saddest is when you say at the very end… “let’s face it: Derek, I don’t love you.”

    I hope things get better, really. I’m not just saying that. Let me know if you need someone to talk to. I’d like to return the favor.–>



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