2 posts tagged “letters to no one”

Dear hot stranger in the white pick-up truck:

When you saw me in the car next to yours while waiting for the traffic light to turn green and started flirting with me -and eventually begging me for my phone number- you didn't know that I had actually only had one hour of sleep the night before and still hadn't finished the stupid English paper that was due that same day.  It didn't help that I was also late to class.  I was driving like a zombie, half asleep when you started talking to me from your car and asked me if I was cold since I was putting my sweater on.

People never notice me, and definitely not hot guys.  You did, on the day I was feeling and looking like crap.  That's why I ventured off and shouted my number as the light turned green.  Thank you for calling me and being so sweet and telling me you thought I was very pretty.

You made my day.

Sincerely,
                Me.

P.S.:  Thank you for calling today again.

You suck.  No, seriously, you do.  Did you really have to give me a deadline to find both a place to live and a new job at the same time?

I understand your side of the story.  I know this job isn't taking me anywhere, and I know that if I weren't to be put in this position where I was told to leave, I probably would've stayed in my comfort zone forever and never gone back to school because this schedule isn't very accommodating for it.  I also understand that you're trying to make things better on me by avoiding me signing a new lease of an apartment that my ex may not want to pay for at any moment.  I know it was necessary for me to move out of that place before the lease was up.  I know that all of this is for the best, and eventually it will all fall into place... like it always does.

But did it really have to be all at the same fucking time?  Couldn't we go one step at a time?

Why, cause it's more fun this way?

Just so you know, that was mean.

At least I have to thank you for providing me with great friends who came to help pack and move heavy furniture.  And for discreetly pointing out those who, at a time like this, preferred to hang out at the beach, probably with some secret gay lover instead.

But okay, you win this time.  I'm almost all packed and moved.  My mom's house is a mess.  There's boxes everywhere and I have no place to put my clothes.  My mom is giving in her resignation letter at work this week so she can move with my dad up in Avon Park and hopefully then I'll have a closet of my own.  I'm looking for jobs while I'm at work; jobs that will allow me to go to school and still make some moolah.  I'm e-mailing, calling, setting up interviews, asking around... I'm doing stuff right!  Now when the hell are you going to grant me a freaking' job so I can leave this hell hole and start over like you want me to?!

I'm running out of patience here, life.

P.S.:  Last night's false fire alarm incident was totally uncalled for.