Saturday, February 16, 2008

8-word poem

Dear Diary,

Nothing but
Bitchy zombies
Out there!



Anonymous T said...

Dear John,

"Okay, let me start by saying, that I had a lovely time with you on our last date. The food was wonderful and the company was divine. It was so nice, that I had to go to five meetings in a row afterward. My sponsor had to pick me up from two hotels in the last week because I had drank myself into such a mess. I am an alcoholic, and being happy is my only trigger. Unfortunately, my liver is severely deteriorated and doctors tell me that I will die in less than a month if I don't stop being so damn happy. That being said, I most DEFINITELY cannot see you again. You kill me. -Thomai"

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