Dear street guy,
No matter how not-drunk you are, no matter if you have kids my age, no matter how nice and sane and reasonable you seem to be, and no matter how much you like my haircut, running your hand through my hair without asking me is not acceptable. Ever.
Ew. I cannot take enough showers.
Most sincerely,
Me.
Yarn diet? ...I think that's when you buy thinner yarns.
I shouldn't have to write this letter
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Posted by Renoah at 10:14 PM
Labels: clueless people, frustrating moments, letters, weird stuff
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2 comments:
Y'know, maybe I should get you a Cattle Prod for Christmas. That'll take care of all of these creeps.
Good idea, Masterwabbit.
This is an awful post to leave on the front page of your blog for a month :(
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