Fuck. I am really sad right now. I got a shitty email from my friend Alyson.
Ok, so she likes Filipino "polvorone" cookies, right? When I went to visit my sis in the hospital, I brought some for her and was trying to get a hold of her for like a week so she could eat it before it went bad. She wasn't returning my calls, so I just stopped trying. Then I just got this email:
unfortunately, i have become a hermit for the wrong reasons. soon i hope to get out of this nasty "pot hole," but as of now i have declared myself a recluse, and am not fit for the consumption of a piece of raisin bread, let alone a polverone cookie. all kidding aside, i'm not kidding. YOU should eat it in the bliss of your newfound freedom, crumbs flying from the corners (and maybe even the middle) of your mouth, crunching wildly into the little bastard like it deserves a beating but you are unable to slap it. but thank you so much for thinking of me. and another thing. there comes a time in every woman's life that she must rise up against the great vultures of her self-confidence, and claim the dead carcass as her own, not consulting with the other lionnesses (sp?) as she rips huge chunks of meat from the bone and swallows them whole. now is the time. you be the hunter now and i'll be the one hiding in the tall grass, playing with a dead mouse. tell me how this sounds to you, because i really want to know that we understand each other, ok? i have much respect for you, because i know you are great. be cool bitch. love, alyson
I mean, we don't hang out much anymore, just whenever we both have time, and it's not like we talk more than a few times a month or anything. Maybe she finds me annoying? This makes me very sad; she is the only other lesbian writer who is my friend and I like her a lot. I haven't done anything to try to get in the way of her and Celeste, so what did I do wrong?
This letter depresses me. I think i'm going to go get a haircut and do what else? Write at a coffeeshop. I wish I had an explanation. Do you guys understand what she's trying to say?
EW! Just when you thought life couldn't get any worse, Jennifer Lopez comes on the radio. Bah. I'm off to buy either an Atari Teenage Riot cd or a Meat Beat Manifesto cd. Decisions, decisions. Ciao.
Ok, so she likes Filipino "polvorone" cookies, right? When I went to visit my sis in the hospital, I brought some for her and was trying to get a hold of her for like a week so she could eat it before it went bad. She wasn't returning my calls, so I just stopped trying. Then I just got this email:
unfortunately, i have become a hermit for the wrong reasons. soon i hope to get out of this nasty "pot hole," but as of now i have declared myself a recluse, and am not fit for the consumption of a piece of raisin bread, let alone a polverone cookie. all kidding aside, i'm not kidding. YOU should eat it in the bliss of your newfound freedom, crumbs flying from the corners (and maybe even the middle) of your mouth, crunching wildly into the little bastard like it deserves a beating but you are unable to slap it. but thank you so much for thinking of me. and another thing. there comes a time in every woman's life that she must rise up against the great vultures of her self-confidence, and claim the dead carcass as her own, not consulting with the other lionnesses (sp?) as she rips huge chunks of meat from the bone and swallows them whole. now is the time. you be the hunter now and i'll be the one hiding in the tall grass, playing with a dead mouse. tell me how this sounds to you, because i really want to know that we understand each other, ok? i have much respect for you, because i know you are great. be cool bitch. love, alyson
I mean, we don't hang out much anymore, just whenever we both have time, and it's not like we talk more than a few times a month or anything. Maybe she finds me annoying? This makes me very sad; she is the only other lesbian writer who is my friend and I like her a lot. I haven't done anything to try to get in the way of her and Celeste, so what did I do wrong?
This letter depresses me. I think i'm going to go get a haircut and do what else? Write at a coffeeshop. I wish I had an explanation. Do you guys understand what she's trying to say?
EW! Just when you thought life couldn't get any worse, Jennifer Lopez comes on the radio. Bah. I'm off to buy either an Atari Teenage Riot cd or a Meat Beat Manifesto cd. Decisions, decisions. Ciao.
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And I'd have to agree with Dia on your situation. Sounds like she's a lot more complicated than she's letting on. I agree that you should write her back and see what else is going on for her to act like that to you because it doesn't sound like there's anything that you did.
GO MEAT BEAT!