Dear Cupid,
Bring your ass.
You said you'd be true, but the love you promised is way past due.* I know that I can be a tough customer to satisfy, but I want what I want when I want it. Come on now...I'm saying...what in the hell were you thinking with Scott? He never took off his socks (so he wasn't trustworthy) and you're lucky I'm still talking to you after Jerome. I don't want to dwell on the past, so I digress. I'm just writing to let you know that I'm ready. Now you know I'm not picky at all... I just want someone who
Is charasmatic and culturally astute,
Will crack me the hell up at the drop of a hat,
Can appreciate my stalker sensibilities,
Has to be comfortable knowing that I will stalk other men...
Knows who Omar is,
Feels the same way I do about kids,
And won't call me that much (or at all if that can be arranged).
That's not a tall order, so Cupid...please find him a and pop a cap in his ass.
With baited breath and kegels of steel,
Meiki
*If you know what's that from, you and me must neva part...
Echo
An Open Letter
Labels: One Day...
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