Since certain people get their maxi pads in a twist and everything goes sticky-side-up on my busiest day of the week, I’m declaring Fridays as a no-more-war zone.
Heed my advice — don’t enter my dancing space on Fridays. When I tell you I will reply to you Monday, I mean it.
After all, their pads are wrong-way-up most of the week anyway. How about giving a girl a chance to recuperate, eh?
I don’t do this often but I’m inspired.
Dear ___,
This tit-for-tat shit needs to end. You cannot make six fuck-ups, and critique those who are trying to fix those fuck-ups (although, thanks to a slight misunderstanding, muddled one of those fuck-ups a bit more) and GET THEM IN TROUBLE.
How about stop fucking up. Seriously. Everyone’s got better things to do than to deal with the aftermath.
Love,
Goddess