this imploding heart

Sincerely

To all the bads who are mean.

I forgive your sorry asses, and I'm not going to let myself stay mad. I have this belief that everything comes out in the wash eventually, that there's a good chance that you might do something kind one day, and that I should let bygones go by as soon as possible.

So I'm sorry for the weeks I spend wanting to shove my keys in your eyes just because you're bad and old and mysoginistic, dickbrained and tightassed and unable to listen, full of yourself and ignorant of others and not deserving of me. You're not worth that kind of concentration.

And I'm really sorry if you have a family, because at least I don't have to live with you.

And I hope your Professor Doctorhood brings you joy.

But I'm going to try and work under the assumption that when you and I run into each other at that big party after the new Ice Age, that we will clap each other on the back and laugh.

You'll apologize for having your head shoved so far up your ass that it came back out your neck again. I'll apologize for telling my roomate I wanted to hang you with your own large intestine that I obtained by cracking your jaw like a wishbone, reaching armpit deep into your body cavity and ripping it free because you were a bad man.

I'm assuming we're both going to laugh about that.

My love for you is reserved for future use,

Sonya

Posted by Sonya at February 19, 2004 03:36 PM