Dear Universe:
I am confused by your recent need to barrage me with a hangover after a mere two beers. TWO BEERS. And they weren't even full pints, Glass House Tavern, so why are you charging me $8?
Because of your actions, I was unable to attend yoga class and/or a meditation seminar. Hanging upside and/or sitting cross-legged staring at a spot on the floor six feet in front of me not only did not appeal, but would have resulted in chunks spewed vehemently.
Perhaps I overstate.
I have been a good girl, spreading peace, love and joy where e'er I walk, so an explanation of your recent actions would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you very much. As you know, I can be contacted in a myriad of ways. Please refrain from doing so corporally
Very truly yours,
TiZ
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We still have your credit card. Oh, and your bra.
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