To Not My Kid
Honey, don’t worry. Tomorrow, you’ll have a cake. You’ll have crab. You’ll have anything your little heart desires. I know you don’t think it’s going to happen. I know you don’t think you’ll get anything worthwhile. But I’ll do my best. I really will.
To Not My Kid’s Mom
Seriously? Can’t you give your kid a break? Yes, I realize you have drama, but can’t you leave NMK out of it? The idea that your son can absorb your stress is so heinous to me but that seems to be your way of dealing. How about this. How about taking responsibility for your own feelings. I get that you don’t want to get rid of the guy that’s currently causing you so much angst. I get that you enjoy the adrenaline. Just admit it. Stop playing the victim. ‘Cause frankly? I don’t believe it.
To The Redneck
You are the man. You’re the best man. We’re watching couples all around us crumble apart and yet, I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m stickin’ with you.
To My Characters
Seriously? Time Travel? Why oh WHY must we do time travel. Next, you’ll be wanting me to write vampires or something. *shakes head* This reminds me of a historical I wrote(#11)…..
And what the hell is with the weird plot stuff? I even plotted this one and you messed with me.
by Jen | January 25, 2010 · 3:27 pm