Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I could make a list, but let's see how long it takes her to fix this, before I waste any more of my time on improving her
You know what I don't like about my girlfriend? Every damn thing.
dingly?
OMG this is priceless... jimmywrites 28FEB2011. Your pointless ramblings have only become more pointless since you last posted, who knew that "more pointless" was even possible? Me! Because I believed in you jimmy. You are back, and so am I. Thank you jimmy. And, BTW, I can see in your backyard and you are not building a rocket...jimmywrites 1MAR2011. So is that your attempt at metaphor? You brilliant wart. And I was going to make fun of your tax trouble, but I had a bit of that myself, so...how about we start from there? A new beginning from common ground. A new beginning. All this love in the air makes me feel tingly in my dingly. WooHoo! Welcome back jimmy.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
an open letter to jimmy on the day squirrels' earth stood relatively still
Dear jimmy,
You know this is not easy for me...but, I feel that the only way for me to get back on my feet, is maybe for you to start your blog again. I miss you. I need you. I know that I should take responsibility for my own life, or what is left of it. I know that you are, at your core, dung. And yet, I heart you man. So come on jimmy, quit hiding. If you want, I'll go easy on you. We all know you are a little dim, but that is the one endearing characteristic you exhibit. I say, go with it, jimmy. Show it off. Proudly let your character-defining lack of luster dull everything it tries, in desperation, to reflect. Write jimmy, write. I have no idea why, but since you stopped blogging, my life has turned into a turd-log parade without wheels. Is it coincidence? Probably, but I don't care. I am desperate. So here goes....Jimmywrites Barada Nikto. Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.
Your Pal,
Squirrel
BTW - I can see into your bedroom window from my new "apartment". Don't be ashamed. You have every reason to be ashamed, but don't be, i mean, shame is not going to improve your performance, is it? Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.
You know this is not easy for me...but, I feel that the only way for me to get back on my feet, is maybe for you to start your blog again. I miss you. I need you. I know that I should take responsibility for my own life, or what is left of it. I know that you are, at your core, dung. And yet, I heart you man. So come on jimmy, quit hiding. If you want, I'll go easy on you. We all know you are a little dim, but that is the one endearing characteristic you exhibit. I say, go with it, jimmy. Show it off. Proudly let your character-defining lack of luster dull everything it tries, in desperation, to reflect. Write jimmy, write. I have no idea why, but since you stopped blogging, my life has turned into a turd-log parade without wheels. Is it coincidence? Probably, but I don't care. I am desperate. So here goes....Jimmywrites Barada Nikto. Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.
Your Pal,
Squirrel
BTW - I can see into your bedroom window from my new "apartment". Don't be ashamed. You have every reason to be ashamed, but don't be, i mean, shame is not going to improve your performance, is it? Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.
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