February 25, 2006

affectionately yours

Dear fuckwit,

You. You. You know who you are. Driving up and down our street at 1:00 am. Not just driving up and down our street, but LOUDLY. Revving your super fast man engine. Peeling out on two wheels. Mufflers the size of volleyballs (some how I don't think the muffler is indicative of the size of your bits). Take it to the track!

You.

I don't like you.

Bitterly yours,
old bitch w/ two kids.

ps your Andretti-esque driving skills didn't seem to both any one else in my house. All the pillows were covered with drool. I just happened to be awake- solving world hunger, redecorating my bathroom in my head and figuring out what I will wear to my 40th birthday. Which thank you, is not for a LONG TIME!

2 Comments:

Blogger auntjeri said...

hahaha....now...blow up the letter and tape it to your garage door late one evening.....that would be hilarious....big muffler = little bits....hahahaha....

February 25, 2006 11:31 AM  
Blogger kyrie said...

haha, Oh Rebecca. you crack me up. We both seem to want to rant and rave about stupid shit we dont have too much control over. Amazing.

February 26, 2006 9:44 AM  

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